Her hands flew to the back of my head, clutching it, holding me close to her. The gasp that followed fuelled me.

I sucked one before moving on to the other. I listened to her pant and moan as I squeezed the opposite breast of the one I had my mouth on. I plucked at one nipple as I lapped at the other. I was in Heaven. My cock needed contact; it was all but begging for it. I reached behind me to one of the hands at my head, grasped it, and then lowered it to my hard length. She didn’t need encouragement. She jerked me as I nipped her taut bud then laved it with my tongue.

She liked having her breasts played with. I liked playing with breasts.

Tonight would go just fine, I thought.

Once again on the verge of coming, I grated, “On the bed.”

Not giving her a chance to move herself, I stood, picked her up, and laid her down on top of the covers. The dimmed light meant Maya could have comfort, but I could see everything. Looking down at her curvy body, I placed my hand on her stomach and ran my fingers over the pattern I’d seen earlier. She had a tattoo on her lower stomach. It was a tattoo of lace that went across her belly then curled around her right hip, and lower onto her left thigh. She was getting me so hot that I wanted to run my tongue over it.

My gaze caught hers. I plucked at her panties. “I’m taking these off. And after I finish admiring you, I’m going to eat your pussy till you come.”

She went rigid. Her eyes widened before she shut them tightly and her body relaxed. I took that as permission. Hooking my fingers at either sides of her waist, I lowered the scrap of silk then glanced down at her naked body.

My heart beat faster. She was beautiful. I hadn’t known what I had done to get the business of such a pretty, funny, sweet lady, but I was glad for it. I hoped our friendship would continue after this was over. In fact, I prayed it would. I liked Maya. I liked her a lot.

Still lying with her eyes closed, I smiled. I lowered my face to hers and captured her mouth in a soft kiss. “You don’t have to look, sweet Maya. Just feel, baby. Let me take care of you.”

To my surprise, she lifted her face to kiss me once again. Her full lips on mine felt like she should be getting paid for this encounter, not me. She breathed, “Okay, Quinn.”

I kissed my way down her body, a trail from her cheek, down to the valley between her breasts, farther down to her soft belly, over to her hip. I nipped at her hipbone before losing the battle and running my tongue over the entire length of her tattoo. From one hip to the other, I licked, nipped, and kissed her velvet skin, taking joy in her low sigh of arousal.

Taking my hand, I lowered it to the neat and trimmed area between her thighs, softly running my fingertips over it, stroking it. Honestly, I liked a woman with fuzz. There was nothing sexy about a woman who looked like a little girl. Yuck.

I gently grasped her knees and parted them. Maya’s hands flew up to her face, shielding her eyes. I smiled and shook my head.

This couldn’t be easy for her. Here I was, a man she hardly knew, treating her in an extremely intimate way. It had to be difficult, but she was handling it better than expected.

Parting her legs, I pushed them up to the bed at the knee. She needed to be comfortable for this to be pleasurable. I lay between her spread legs and looked my fill.

She was as pink in the pussy as she was at the nipple. Pink was definitely her color. I lowered my nose and breathed in the sweet scent that made my mouth water. She smelled delicious. I couldn’t wait to taste her, so I didn’t.

Placing my mouth directly at her center, I kissed her where she’d never been kissed before. Maya stiffened. I kept going. My tongue swiped the warm, slick, sweet flesh and I groaned. I felt pre-cum bead at the head of my cock. I went on, licking her slowly, tasting her before I spread her open with my fingers and delved inside. Maya cried out again and again.

It was strange. I could feel her virginity on my tongue. She tasted pure, untouched. The flavor of her was driving me wild.

What I intended to be a pleasant first experience quickly turned into a rushed frenzy. I needed to eat her; I felt possessed. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sweet. I could eat your pussy all day long, baby.”

This was the first time I had uttered those words and meant them.

Maya whimpered under me. I flicked her nub with my tongue before taking it into my mouth and sucking gently. Her back came off the bed as she let out a keening cry. “Shit! Oh, my God!”

I grinned as I remembered the words Maya cried as she came over the phone. I was on the right track. She was almost there.

“Jesus, baby. I want to fuck you so bad. My cock is aching for you.”

Maya cried out louder than before. She liked dirty talk. Another thing we had in common.

Reaching up, I rolled her nipples between my fingers as I sucked on her clit. She moaned a tortured, “Sweet Jesus! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Quinn!”

I dropped my mouth to lap at her wet entrance while nudging her clit with my nose. Then suddenly, her body went rigid. She let out a low groan a moment before her pussy convulsed wildly around my tongue. Wetness seeped into my mouth. I drank it up like I was dehydrated and she was the only thing that would cure my thirst.

That, my friends, was the taste of victory. And I lapped it up. Every. Last. Drop.

After beating down my ego-swelling head, I lay beside Maya, taking in her soft smile of satisfaction. “Are you okay?”

Without opening her eyes, she smiled harder. “Okay is not a good enough word to explain what I’m feeling right now.”

That got her a grin. “Good.”

Then she turned to me, eyes on mine, the very picture of innocence. “But doesn’t it…?” She drifted off.

I rest my hand on her bare hip, running my thumb over it. “This is a safe place. You can ask me anything.”

She scrunched her nose. “Doesn’t it taste funky?”

I fought my laughter. Rather than responding, I brought my mouth to hers. “Here,” I uttered a moment before my lips met hers. She sighed against my lips and I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth, coaxing her to taste herself. Pulling back, I whispered by her ear, “That’s what you taste like.”

She blinked. Then blinked again before responding with, “It doesn’t taste like I thought it would.” With a blush, she admitted, “It tastes…okay.”

I shook my head. “No. It tastes better than okay, baby. It tastes like ambrosia, and if you weren’t so sensitive down there right now, I’d eat your sweet pussy all over again.”

She pulled a face that I registered as embarrassment. She lightly chastised me, “Quinn!”

I don’t know what came over me. I was horny, and something about Maya made me bossy. I wanted all of her. “Kiss me.” This was not a request. This was a demand. An order.

Maya’s sleepy eyes searched my face a second before she scooched closer. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me in. And I was curious. How would it feel to be kissed by Maya under her terms? I had initiated kisses all night. I wanted her to show me how she liked to be kissed.

She placed a small kiss to my lips. My hands snaked around her waist. She kissed me again, a little firmer this time. I reached down to squeeze her ass. She tilted her head slightly and pressed a soft, wet kiss onto my mouth. My cock jerked against her belly. At my body’s response, Maya kissed me once more, bolder this time. She pushed her breasts into me, and my mouth parted in need.

Her lips on mine, I took in Maya’s kisses. They made my head swim. She kissed me softly yet firmly. She kissed me the way a woman would kiss her man. I couldn’t blame her; she didn’t yet know the difference between sex and making love, and if this was what Maya wanted, I would give it to her.