Do it like Magic Mike (Regular Sex Issue 3) Read Online Free

though, it’s not covered in PVC. It’s nude, and she’s freshly waxed,
completely hair free. My preference would be for a neat, small bush, or a
landing strip at least, but from here I can see the top of her lips and I lean
in to press a kiss there. If I push my tongue forward now, I could lick her
clit. I could, and I want to, but I don’t.
    I stand up
instead and scoop her up, catching her by surprise as I set her down on top of
the tall chest of drawers against the wall. She laughs, surprised.
    ‘Why am I up
here?’
    I part her knees
and kiss the insides of her thighs.
    ‘So you can watch
me.’ I place one single kiss over her closed labia. ‘Wait there.’
    I back off and
feel around under the bed, then go back, ripping the bullet free of its
packaging as I go.
    Laurel watches me
warily. ‘I wore the other one out,’ she says, defensive. I nod, even though I don’t
think she’s telling the truth. Her eyes round when I click the button and the
silver bullet buzzes into life.
    ‘Open your legs.’
    I slide between
them when she does and pull her closer to the edge. I linger, kissing her tits
while I run the bullet over her inner thighs. She’s breathing fast, waiting,
and I look up into her eyes the first time I place the tip of the bullet
against her folds.
    Her mouth pops
open, and I watch the movement, dying to kiss her.
    She lifts one of
her knees into her chest, opening herself wider for me to explore, so I take
her cue and drop my head between her legs.
    She’s excited.
Wet with it when I part her lips, slippery with it when I run the tip of my
index finger down the length of her.
    ‘Some men love
tits,’ I say, mouthing her inner thighs. ‘And some men love arses.’ I pause to
really splay her wide. ‘Me, I’m a clit man.’
    I hear her sharp
intake of breath and feel her hands in my hair when I massage her clitoris
lightly as I speak, and then her full on moans when I take it inside my mouth
and lick her.
    ‘You, Laurel,
have the prettiest clit I’ve ever seen.’
    I’m not lying.
She’s a delicate shade of deep, rose pink, lust-swollen and begging for my
mouth. I don’t hold back, because the girl is panting, and I don’t need to hold
her open anymore because she’s doing it for me, her perfectly polished nails
digging into her lips to give me a better view.
    She jumps as if I’ve
given her an electric shock when I buzz the vibrator against her opening,
sliding it inside her and then up and over her clit alongside my tongue.
    Christ, I want to
fuck her now. My cock is almost blue with it.
    Laurel grips my hair
suddenly, almost yanking it out of my head as her body goes into spasm. I go
with her, pushing her harder, licking her in small, fast thrusts as she comes
in my mouth, the vibrator buzzing furiously inside her.
    I wait, gentling
my mouth as her grip thankfully slackens in my hair, and then I kiss my way up
her body and pull her into my arms. She’s shaking as I lift her down and lay
her back on the bed. I pick up a foil packet and rip it open with my teeth as I
lie down beside her and sheath myself, then I slide across, opening her knees
with my own.
    She’s underneath
me, and there’s something I need to do.
    ‘Please let me
kiss you,’ I breathe, my cock between her legs, so close to fucking. We’re eye-to-eye
and hip-to-hip, and a tear slides down into her hairline.
    She doesn’t
answer, just drops her eyes to study my mouth, and I can see longing written
all over her face. This is a girl who has never been kissed properly, I know
it, and as I rock my hips down and thrust into her, I lower my mouth over hers
and slowly, slowly start to kiss her as she deserves to be kissed. I think more
about the kiss than the fuck, taking my time, coaxing her lips with mine. When I
feel the tip of her tongue slide out I match her movement, opening her mouth to
deepen the kiss. I hold her face, thumbing her tears away, teaching her how to
kiss and be kissed until she’s crazy for more,