Jo Leigh - The Best Of Blaze - Six Sexy Romances

“Beautiful,” Chris said as he caressed her wet open body with his fingertips. She could feel it as he massaged her inner labia, opening them up, and circling her vagina over and over again.

“In, please,” she said.

“What did you say?”

“You know what I said.”

“Say it again.”

“I said, ‘In, please.’ Go inside me. Please.”

“Well...since you said please.”

He pushed one finger into her and her hips came off the bed in embarrassing eagerness for more. He pushed in a second finger and licked her clitoris again.

“I can’t...” she panted.

“What?”

“I can’t suck your cock when you’re doing that. It feels too good. We can either six or nine but we can’t sixty-nine.”

“Weak,” he said. “Your game is weak.”

“I’m sorry!” She dissolved into laughter as Chris climbed off her and stretched out along the side of her body. He fondled her breasts, shaking his head the whole time.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “You made me feel too good, and I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing anymore. And your cock deserves my full concentration.”

“That it does.”

“Then again, so does my pussy.”

“Truer words.”

“So what do we do?”

“Flip for it?”

“Flip a coin?” Joey asked.

“I got a quarter.”

“Okay, so who’s heads and who’s tails?”

“Heads I go down on you. Tails you go down on me.”

“Or.”

“Or what?”

“Or you could fuck me, and we could both enjoy it at the same time?” Seemed like a reasonable suggestion to her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.

“Tell me anything.”

“I only have one condom on me. And I’m in no hurry to get this over with.”

“That’s not a bad secret.”

“You don’t have any on you, do you?”

She shook her head. “Sorry. I didn’t plan this ‘jump on the first guy who offers’ thing very well.”

“Nothing for it, then. We’ll just have to keep foreplaying for at least another hour.”

“Oh. Darn.”

“Real shame, isn’t it?” Chris said.

“A damn shame.”

“Keep telling me how much of a shame it is while I eat your pussy.”

“What happened to the coin flip?”

“I won it.”

“I don’t remember—”

Before she could finish telling him she had no memory at all of this supposed coin flip of his, it was too late. He had already slid between her legs again and opened her up for him. Once more he pushed two fingers inside of her, easing them in and out and around the warm, wet interior of her body as he licked her and sucked her and kissed her and finger-fucked her. She was awash in pleasure, in that sort of soft liquid pleasure that suffuses the stomach and back and hips all at once and makes the thighs tense and quiver and fingers clutch at the sheets. That sort of pleasure.

She was going to come and soon and hard and on his mouth. Joey’s head fell back and her shoulders came off the bed again. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she dug her heels into the mattress as Chris brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure and left her there as he slowed down, eased up the pressure to draw it out a little longer...a little longer...

“Please, Chris,” she said between labored breaths.

“Not yet.”

He stopped licking her and just used his fingers inside her. She’d been close to coming and now the urge faded, but only slightly. He hadn’t been kidding about wanting to drag the sex out as long as possible. He brought her almost to coming again and she could have screamed and would have if it didn’t feel so good getting there and back again.

“I’m dying,” she whispered. Her lips were dry and her lungs burned.

“I’ll let you come this time. Maybe.”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“You think I’m in any hurry to be done here? Do you have any idea how good you taste and how sexy you are like this?”

“Like this” was sweaty, flushed, writhing on the bed with her legs open as wide as possible and his head between her thighs and his fingers deep inside her. Maybe he was right. She did feel sexy like this. The only person in the room sexier was Chris, who seemed to have fallen madly in love with her vulva and couldn’t seem to stop kissing it. His beard tickled her inner thighs and she wondered if Kira was right about the beard burn. Was that really a thing? Well, she’d probably find out before morning. Even if it was a thing and even if it hurt like hell tomorrow...oh, it was worth it. So worth it.

“Chris,” she said.

“Joey.”

“Please give me an orgasm. I don’t ask for much. But I do ask for that. I beg for it.”

“Will you say my name when you come?”

“If that’s the price I have to pay.”

“It is.”

“Then yes. I was planning on doing that, anyway.”

“My name. Not your ex’s.”

“I have an ex? Weird. I can’t remember any ex. I thought it was just you and me in the world.”

Chris chuckled. “Your game isn’t as weak as I thought.”

“Chris,” she said. “Chris.”

“What?”

“Just practicing.”

“You’re amazing,” he said. “And so is your body. And so is your pussy. I’m so glad to finally meet it.”

He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it and licked it as once more he brought her to the edge of climaxing. She lifted her head off the bed and watched him as he kissed her. His eyes were closed and he looked intent on his work and yet...sublime. This was not a man who went down on her begrudgingly or only to get a blow job out of her. This was a man who loved doing what he was doing and it showed.

“You’re gorgeous,” she said.

He opened his eyes—blue eyes—and raised his chin.

“Lie down and come,” he said. “You can tell me how pretty I am later.”

She lay down. These were orders she could get used to following.

With both hands, Chris spread her wet folds open and with the flat of his tongue lapped at her clitoris in long slow licks that turned into short fast licks until she was frozen on the bed, paralyzed but with the sharpest, most intense sensation of pleasure she could remember feeling in all her life. And it went on and on, waves of it hitting her like ocean waves. Not gently, but hard, knocking her under, slamming the breath out of her. Her hips bucked and her vagina contracted on Chris’s fingers. She didn’t scream his name. She didn’t have the breath or energy to scream. But she sighed it, moaned it, and when her orgasm subsided and Chris climbed up to lie at her side, she said it again.

“Chris.” She met his eyes.

“Joey.”

“That felt amazing. My vagina is smiling.”

“Seriously?”

He pushed her legs open, looked down at her and back at her face.

“Oh, shit, it is. I’ve never seen that before.”

Joey put her hands on her face and laughed behind them.

“No. No hiding your face. I need that face.” Chris took her wrists and removed her hands from her face.

“You need my face?”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

“I’m going to fuck it.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, in that case, go right ahead.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Chris leaned over and with his hand on himself guided his cock back into her mouth. She took it in eagerly, wanting to return even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her. He needed to come and she wanted him to come. In her mouth, on her breasts, she didn’t care. But making him come as hard as he’d made her was Joey’s highest priority tonight.

There wasn’t much in the world she found sexier than the way a man moved his hips while fucking. It was one reason she liked a light on during sex. Now she had a front row seat to the action. Chris moved with a slow steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth, his stomach taut with tension. He didn’t piston his hips, no jackhammering her mouth. Carefully he pushed. Carefully he pulled out. All the while he breathed heavily, half groaning with each thrust in, inhaling sharply each time he withdrew from her mouth. His hands gripped the sheets above her head and Joey ran her hands up his arms. They were tense, so tense. His entire body felt tense against her hands. He was hard everywhere, and she loved his hardness, especially the hardness in her mouth. With her fingernails she dug into the backs of his thighs and scratched downward, not breaking the skin but making sure he felt it, really felt it. The moan he made was obscene. She wished she could have recorded it. It would have been her new ringtone, and maybe then she’d actually like it when someone called her.