It was fascinating. She remembered the taste of his come, but his skin smelled different. Muskier, not acrid. She’d bet it’d taste wildly different, too. “What do you taste like?”

“Fuck if I know. I’ve never licked my own dick.” His hand reached out and caressed her cheek again, then he dragged his thumb across her lower lip. “How about you taste it and tell me?”

She could do that. In fact, she planned on doing that, and more. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against the head of his cock. Pre-cum slicked her lips and she ran her tongue over them, tasting him. It was the same salty, slightly harsh taste as before, but this time she didn’t mind it quite so much. She licked him again, experimenting, and loved the ragged groan that erupted from him.

“Pop me into your mouth, sweetheart,” he instructed. “Rub my dick with that tasty little tongue of yours.”

That sounded like a good idea, Marjorie decided. So she curled her fingers around the base of him and guided his length toward her mouth. She let the crown push against her lips before she parted them, adding a bit of friction. He seemed to like it, because he kept making low noises in his throat, and that encouraged her to keep going. As she took him into her mouth, she remembered to keep her tongue pressed against his length, and rubbed it back and forth as she did so.

“Christ, you’re good at that,” he told her, voice rough.

She was good at this? She wanted to do more.

Her hands caressed his sac, and she marveled at his soft skin. “Do you like it when I touch these?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said with a sigh. “I jerked off once to the thought of you licking me there.”

He had? She had to admit, the thought was titillating. Making her tongue a tiny point, she licked the soft skin there. He tasted more musky here, and the skin seemed softer, if that was possible. Rob groaned again, and his hands went to her shoulders, then smoothed back to her arms again, as if he didn’t want to bother her.

That was . . . kind of adorable. So she licked and sucked and nibbled on the smooth skin there, and even tried to get one into her mouth. That effort was rather clumsy, but he seemed to like it quite a bit. “My gorgeous amazon,” he murmured. “God, I love you.”

She nuzzled him in response, then licked the base of his cock. Then, she licked her way back to the front and began to tongue the crown again, collecting the pre-cum there with her tongue.

His hands curled in her wet hair. “Mind if I guide your head a little?”

She gave a tiny nod, and he began to rock his hips. His penis moved back and forth over her tongue, and she tried to take him deeper into her mouth, to see how far she could suck on him. Immediately, though, her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled back, coughing.

“Even that’s sexy,” he told her, crouching down to kiss her mouth. “Third base is over, though. I want to play with you, now.” With that, he pushed her backward onto the air mattress and tucked their bodies together. They lay side by side for a moment, and his hand slid between her legs. “Did taking me in your mouth make you wet?”

She pressed her thighs together, considering, and then nodded. Just touching him made her wet, and his kisses drove her wild.

“I’m going to have to check, of course,” he said, pushing his hand between her thighs to cup her mound. A moment later, he groaned. “Fuck, you are dripping for me, aren’t you?”

“I am,” she breathed, feeling shy. He was so blatant in the bedroom; it was still something she was getting used to. She liked it, but she still felt a little tense when he said naughty things to her.

His mouth covered hers again, and he slicked his tongue against hers. “Forgot to ask you what I tasted like,” he said. “So what’s the verdict?”

She considered for a moment, even as he began to press kisses down her neck and made a beeline for her breasts. “You taste a little bit like skin, and sweat, and um . . . like you. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“As long as the answer’s not ‘boiled hotdog’ I’m fine with that,” Rob told her, and gave a blatant lick to one of her nipples. “God, I missed these breasts. Did they miss me?”

Marjorie giggled. “I guess.”

“Clearly they’re going to need some attention to make up for the lack of love they’ve been receiving lately.” He glanced up at her. “Unless you’ve been pinching them when you masturbate in honor of me?”

“Rob,” she moaned. “Don’t ask me things like that.”

“Are you kidding? I love the thought of you thinking about me and touching yourself. I love the thought of your hand sneaking down here,” he pressed against the seam of her sex, “and you toying with this little nub here.” His fingers touched her clit. “Maybe you rub it, and rub it, and rub it . . .” he gave her clit a circular, teasing little touch with each repeat of the word rub until she was moving along with his hand. “And then you scream my name when you come, hmm?” His tongue swirled around one of her nipples again. “I’d love to see that sometime. Promise the next time you masturbate, you let me watch.”

“Only if you promise the same,” she panted. Her fingers dragged over his shoulders, and she pulled him down against her. “I want to see that, too.”

“I think we can manage that,” he told her, and rubbed her clit again. She felt him nudge a finger at the entrance to her core, and parted her legs for him. Ever since they’d slept together, she’d been positively aching to feel him deep inside her again. It had been such an intense, filling sensation, and she craved more of it. His finger pushed in and she felt a little bit of stretching, but it was quickly gone. “More,” she told him, raising her hips in supplication. “I want you inside me again.”

“I’m just making sure you can handle me, sweetheart.” He pushed another finger inside her, and then began to slowly work them in and out. “Though you’re so wet I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Christ, I love how turned on you get. That’s so fucking sexy.” He leaned down and nipped at her breast. “Wait here and I’ll get a condom.”

She nodded and he disappeared out of the room. A long moment passed, and a naughty thought sprang to mind. Greatly daring, she slid a hand between her legs and began to touch herself, the way she did when she masturbated. Light, delicate touches into the wetness seeping from her core, then swirling it around her clitoris, gliding over the sensitized skin. She spread her legs wide on the air mattress so when he returned, he’d be able to see exactly what she was doing.

And her cheeks felt hot as fire, but it’d be worth it to see Rob’s expression.

“Found one,” he called as he came into the room, a small purple packet in hand. “I had to dig out my wallet and . . . holy fuck.” He staggered next to the bed. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She giggled at his response, but she kept touching herself. Her skin was sensitized from their earlier play, and her breathing was quick, her nipples taut. She was going to make herself come if he didn’t touch her soon. “I missed you,” she told him shyly and drew her hand away.

“Oh Christ, no, don’t stop,” he said, dropping to his knees. He pushed her thighs apart and buried his face between her legs. “Now I have to see you come.”

She moaned as he began to lick her with eager intensity. Okay, she hadn’t quite been expecting this response, but oh wow, his mouth felt incredible. Her hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against her clit and his fingers pushed inside her again. When he rocked them into her, she moaned and pressed her hips up against his mouth, and his tongue flicked at her clit again. “Oh,” she breathed. “Rob, I’m going to—”

He hummed something against her skin. It might have been assent. It might have been “Yankee Doodle Dandy” for all she knew. But the vibration of the hum against her skin? It was glorious. With a breathy cry, she began to come, her sex clenching around the two fingers he had buried deep inside her, all the while he tongued her clit with rapid, teasing little strokes.