VII.

We kiss, our faces so close to his he can taste our joined lips with his tongue. When we stop, I hold her face between my fingers and incline it so I can whisper in her ear: I want to watch you lick his cock.

I lie with my head on his belly and cup his balls with one hand. She kneels, her legs either side of his, and encircles his cock with her thumb and two fingers, just beneath the glans. The meatus glistens with a crystalline tear of wetness. She leans forwards and extends the tip of her delicate tongue to taste it. Her fingers and thumb pull upward as if to milk a little more from it. As she lowers her mouth onto it, her tongue protrudes slightly, prying between the underside of his cock and her swollen lower lip.

Her dark eyes are fixed on mine, as if uncertain of my consent. The rest of her face could be a mask. I reach up and caress the back of her neck, urging her mouth further onto my lover’s cock. No longer hesitant, she slides her fingers from the glans to the mid-point of his shaft and grips it with all her fingers. Her lips part a little to suck in more of his length. Goaded by her tongue, the cock’s circumcised head pummels the inside of her mouth, distending her pale, lightly veined cheek.

His balls twitch within my palm, his belly tightens and warms against my cheek. Between short, hard breaths, he lets slip a nasally groan. Her mouth and hand begin to slide in quickening counterpoint up and down his cock, her hand twisting around the shaft as if to urge the blood upwards through the gnarled purpley veins. I stifle an irrational pang of jealousy: I want to be the one who makes him come. I lean forward to lick his shaft and taste saliva and her musky cunt on it. Her enamelled fingertips rake my shaven head.

His cock shudders. I feel its sudden spurt. I watch her eyes widen, startled, as if recognising her own recklessness. Her lips release him and cum oozes from the corners of her mouth to drip from her chin.  I raise my head. She leans over my open mouth and spits into it, almost with relief. Sticky-sweet fingers smear my cheeks; her lips graze my darting, cum-slicked tongue.