Chapter 127: I want to taste your too*[+18]

I slid one finger inside her while I sucked. She was tight and hot and soaked. The wet sound of my finger moving in her mixed with the soft *slurp* of my mouth. She came with a sharp, shocked cry, "ahh—! Barry—I’m–somthing is coming—uhmm—hnnngggggg!" , her whole body shaking, cunt clenching around my finger in rhythmic pulses.

More wetness spilled against my tongue. I licked her through it, slow and gentle, until the tremors faded and she was left panting, one arm thrown over her eyes.

"I... I didn’t know it could feel like that," she whispered. Her voice was wrecked. "Your mouth. Your tongue. It was so—so much. I could feel it everywhere. In my stomach. In my legs. I thought I was going to break."

I kissed the inside of her thigh. She shivered. "You didn’t break."

After a moment she pushed herself up on shaky arms. Her robes were half off her shoulders, breasts bare, nipples still tight from the cold air and the earlier touches. She looked at me, eyes dark and glassy, then glanced down at the hard line of my cock straining against my trousers.

"Now you, it’s my turn you make feel good" she said. Her voice was hoarse but determined. "I want to taste your too. Let me do it. I want to know what you feel like in my mouth. What you taste like. I want to hear the sounds you make."

She moved between my legs before I could answer, hands already working at the ties. When she freed me she made a small, surprised "ahh–oh". Her fingers wrapped around the base. She stroked once, slow, watching a bead of wetness gather at the tip.

"It’s... it’s bigger than I thought," she murmured. "And warm. And this—" She brushed her thumb over the head and I hissed. "It’s wet. Slippery. Why is this dripping wet and this– this is getting getting big?"

"It’s Because of you."

She leaned in. Her pink tongue flicked out and licked the head once, slow and careful. A soft *slurp*. She made a thoughtful "mmm", then did it again, gathering the taste. " It’s A little bitter. But... I don’t mind it." Then she opened her mouth and took me in.

Inside her was Warm and Wet. The heat of her mouth closed around the first few inches and she moaned around me — "mmm~... uhmm~" — the vibration going straight up my spine. Her tongue pressed against the underside as she sank lower.

She couldn’t take much. She pulled back almost immediately, breathing hard, a thin string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the head of my cock.

"It’s– it’s... a lot," she whispered. "My jaw already feels strange. But –But I–I want to do it again. Please Tell me if I do it wrong. Tell me what feels good."

"You’re perfect. Just like that. Your tongue... right there."

She tried again. This time she used her hand at the base and focused on the head, sucking and licking the head gently while her pink tongue swirled. The wet sounds were louder now — soft *slurp*, *smuch*, the occasional *glk* when she went a little deeper than she meant to.

Every time she pulled back she made a small, breathy "ahh" before sinking down again. Spit dripped from the corner of her mouth and ran down my shaft, cooling in the night air. She looked up at me while she worked, eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, pink tongue visible every time she licked under the head.

"Qing Yan," I managed. "Your mouth—fuck— it’s So good it’s incredibly warm. I can feel your tongue moving. Haaa, You mouth feels –"

She pulled off with a wet *pop*. A string of saliva stretched between her red lips and my cock before it broke. She was breathing hard, chest heaving, the cool air making her nipples tighter.

"Does it feel good?" she asked.

"It feels incredible. Your tongue... the way you’re sucking... the little sounds you make... don’t stop."

She smiled, small and shaky, then leaned back in. She took me deeper this time. Her throat fluttered. She gagged once — a wet, choked *glk*— and pulled back coughing, eyes watering, but she went right back down. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking filled the space between us. Every few seconds she would moan around me, long and low, "mmm... hngg... ahh", and the vibration made my hips jerk.

I could feel myself getting close. The tight, wet heat of her mouth, the way she looked up at me with tears at the corners of her eyes, the soft desperate noises she made every time she sank down — it was too much.

"Qing Yan—I’m close—"

She didn’t pull away. She sucked harder, hand working faster at the base,her pink tongue pressing firmly against the underside. A broken "uhmm~... mmm–" vibrated around me. My hand tightened in her hair. She made a surprised, muffled "hngh?!!" but didn’t stop.

I came with a low groan, pulsing into her mouth. She startled at the first thick spurt — a wet, choked sound — but she didn’t pull off. She swallowed what she could, the rest spilling from the corner of her lips and dripping down her chin onto her chest, warm against her skin.

When I finally softened she pulled back slowly. A thin strand of cum and saliva connected her lower lip to the head of my cock for a second before it broke. She was breathing hard, face flushed, eyes glassy. Cum glistened on her lips and chin. She licked them once, tentatively, pink tongue catching the mess, and made a small, thoughtful "mmm"

"You tasted... Thicker than I expected," she said, voice hoarse.

I didn’t answer with words. I reached for her instead. My hands found the edges of her already-loosened robes and pushed them the rest of the way off her shoulders.

The fabric slid down her arms and pooled around her waist, then lower. She let me. In the firelight she was bare — soft breasts, tight nipples, the gentle curve of her stomach, the dark wetness still shining between her thighs. She shivered when the night air hit her skin but didn’t cover herself.

"Barry...You–"

"I can’t hold it anymore," I said. My voice came out rough. I was already hard again — thick, aching — the sight of her naked and still flushed from what we’d just done making my cock throb against my stomach. "I need you. Right now."

"Ahh! uhmm" She looked down at me, eyes wide, lips parted. A soft, shaky left her throat. She didn’t pull away.