Second date to the rooftop

“Kiss me” I whisper. He obeys, pulling up towards me, but his fingers don’t leave my cunt. He replaces his tongue with his thumb, pressing circles in just the right spot. He reaches his hand to my chest and I involuntarily begin to rise. But he pushes me back down, holding me there as my muscles tense. I contract viciously and tightly around his fingers and then slowly relax. He pulls his hand out from between my trembling thighs. It is dripping with my cum.

Unable to speak I lay back for a moment, but only for a moment. I want more. I climb on top of him. In a post orgasm stupor I fumble with the button on Scott’s pants. I am able to push them down revealing black cotton boxers. I push those out of the way as well and take all of him into my mouth. He is hot and stiff and I can feel him pressing into the back of my throat, but I push deeper. Then slowly I pull back, threading my tongue around like a corkscrew. I pause at the tip, he gasps. He likes this spot. I suck harder, running the tip of my tongue up and down his frenulum. I am getting excited again, and so I stop. He looks up at me questioningly. I sit up and climb on top of him .