Blame the wine, Part 4

I kicked off my heels as I left the kitchen, inched my skirt down through the dining room and tossed my shirt over the end of the couch once I reached them. He hadn't noticed my return but I caught her eyes as I kneeled down next to her. My hand trailing her back, finger tips caressing her silk covered ass. I slipped a hand underneath her, cupping her wetness. She opened her legs further for my fingers to explore, to push the silk aside and feel her wet smoothness. Wanting to taste her I nudged her up on to the couch. Never leaving his cock unattended she moved to her side. I tugged at her panties then pushed her leg over the back, granting me full access.


He opened his eyes and watch me lower my head between her legs. My tongue barely grazing her lips, hands sliding under her, lifting her towards my mouth. She reached for his balls, rolling them gently in her hand while her lips pressed against the tip. The more of his cock that she took into her mouth, the firmer my tongue pressed into her slit, up and down. The tip of my tongue danced over her clit, flicking it. Her body jumped slightly each time.

"Oh my, " he said as he placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "I don't want to finish just yet but damn you're good!" He sat up, motioned for us to continue and started slowly stroking himself. She reached behind to unhook her bra then tossed it to the floor. The palms of her hands gently rubbing against her nipples before rolling them between her fingers. My tongue reached for her again.