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My hand glides to her shorts, and I unfasten them. She helps by shimmying them off and then, without waiting for me, she pulls her bikini-style panties off too.
“Eager, Goldie? I thought that was my job.”
She giggles. “Sorry, yes. I’ve never come this way. I don’t know if it’s possible.” She looks more curious than embarrassed.
“Well, for science, let me get experimenting.” She laughs again—good. Being relaxed will make this more fun for her.
Crawling down between her legs, I kneel and get in a comfortable position. Thank fuck this bed is so big.
I gently widen her legs and then look back up at her face. “This gorgeous pussy. I can’t believe I couldn’t touch it the other day.” Her hazel eyes radiate with heat. “You like when I talk like that, Grace?”
“Yes, a lot,” she says in a whisper.
“What about when I do this?” I brush my thumb over her clit, and when she wiggles in response, I do it again, settling thebase of my hand over her pussy. “Oh, I think you do like that, huh?”
“Yes, that,” she murmurs, now arching her hips to meet me as I brush her clit one more time.
“Well, what about this?” Removing my hand, I lean down and lick up her pussy to meet her clit again, before pressing against it with the pad of my tongue. Her hips fly up in the air.
“Oh my god!” she yells.
I lift off of her. A little edging will only help work her up. “So the experiment is going well then. You know, for science?”
She looks like she’s ready to shove my head back in place. I wouldn’t mind it.
“More, Johnson. Please.”
“Yes ma’am,” I say. “No vanilla around here, Goldie.”
And then I lean down and go all in. Knowing my beard is a secret weapon of stimulation, I put my head in place between her thighs where it’s giving her friction everywhere, while my tongue laps back at her clit.
After just two more licks, my face is getting thoroughly soaked in her juices and fuck—the thought of being able to smell her on my beard once we’re done is disturbingly satisfying.
Now that I have a rhythm, she rocks her hips in tandem with my tongue. “This is so gooood,” she moans.
I have a feeling I could make her come this way, but I decide to escalate matters further. I sneak my right hand below my body toward her, and once it’s near her pussy, I push my index finger slowly inside her.Damn, she’s tight.
“Oh,” she says at the new sensation. I keep working her clit while I slowly push my finger in and out of her. “Don’t stop that,” she gasps.
Yeah, not stopping.
It’s less than two minutes later that she grabs my hair and holds me still while she explodes. I can feel her shakes and gushing juices even more now that she’s got me locked in place.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I groan againsther.
“Ohhhh,” is all she says in response.
As she starts to come down from her climax a short while later, she tugs on my hair again. “Come up here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I climb up to match her position in the bed, and roll on my side to face her. “Well, we proved one theory wrong.”
“I really didn’t know—I mean, it didn’t even make my list, but that…I get it now.”
“We’ll be doing it again then.” I say it like a conclusion, not a question.
She giggles. “Yes. I sure did make a mess of you, though.”
I know my facial hair is still full of her, and I don’t have any intention of washing it off yet.
