CHAPTER 6

Destinee opens her mouth and takes me inside, just sucking and tonguing the head at first, but then taking me deeper. One downside of my size is that no woman will ever deep throat me, but she puts on a convincing show of trying. She begins to bob, banging me against the back of her throat and making the coughing and gagging noises that have evidently become popular in internet porn. A side benefit of this is the copious amounts of saliva that begin to coat me. She takes full advantage, running a fist up and down in long, wet strokes while her other hand caresses my balls. As always, it's amazing.

Destinee's aim is to make me come fast. The quicker she can make it happen, the better she feels she's doing, so I just relax and enjoy, employing none of my slowing techniques. I remove my shirt and kick off my shoes as she lowers my pants and removes them with my socks. Her G-string is now the only thing either of us is wearing.

It's probably no more than three or four minutes later when I feel myself teetering at the brink. Even now, I could easily pull myself back, but hey, this is just the first round.

"Oh Jesus, Destinee," I moan. "You're making me come!"

That's her cue, and she reaches over to the low table next to the dresser and snags the hand towel I placed there earlier. Holding it open on the palm of her hand, she releases me from her mouth and strokes me firmly until I blow my load onto the towel. She gently caresses me as I shudder, milking every last drop into the puddle. When I'm finished, she drops the towel into the large bowl on the table, then takes me gently back into her mouth as I come down from my high.

Destinee was very upfront with me the first time we made love, saying that she never lets men come in her mouth. She intimated that there was something in her past that gives her bad associations with it. Frankly, I suspect that it has something to do with her stepfather, for whom she has open and rabid contempt, but I'll probably never know for certain.

Sure, it would be cool if she let me come in her mouth, but in my experience, very few women actually enjoy a mouthful of cum, whether they spit or swallow. For Destinee, it's one of the perks of being gorgeous that allows her to be picky about what she will and won't do in the bedroom.

It's not long until I'm recovered enough to move on. Destinee takes my hands and I pull her to her feet. By now, her kiss has only a hint of my flavor, which I can live with. I knead her full, round ass cheeks, then use my grip to lift her up to me. She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her privates against my stomach. She's more than ready for what's coming next.

I walk us over to the bed (on which I pulled the covers down to the foot before I left for the club) and supporting her back with my hand, lower us down onto it with me on top. I support my weight on an elbow as we kiss for a while longer. I run my free hand up and down her nearly naked body. Then I begin my southward trek.

My lips leave hers and I kiss her chin, then nibble my way down her jaw until I can suck an earlobe into my mouth. (Destinee learned early on that I like this, and tonight, on the drive back from the club, she had surreptitiously slipped her earrings into her purse.) I'm sure that her passionate moan now is strictly for my benefit, but that's quite all right.

I mix up my pattern a little as I move down, never wanting her to know exactly what's coming next, but she knows that my next stop is going to be high on her chest.

Destinee's breasts are amazingly buoyant, even when she's on her back, and it didn't take the discovery of the faint scars underneath them to tell me they're not all her. When we're alone, they're a bit bigger than I'd prefer, but they get a lot of attention when we're out, which, for my purposes, is more important. Her breasts are so big that they're complete handfuls for me. I love them and make sure she knows it, licking, sucking, and even gently biting down on her nipples.

Eventually, though, it's time to move on to the part of tonight's activity that she really loves. I kiss my way down Destinee's stomach, which is flat more due to her fanatical dieting than exercise. I lathe her navel for a long moment, making her squirm, but then show her some mercy and move down further.

This would be the moment that I would normally remove a girl's remaining clothing, but Destinee doesn't like to get completely naked. I'm imagining her stepfather again, but I've made my peace with her request.

I begin to kiss and lick her through the silky fabric, and she begins to moan in earnest. She only gets louder when I use my teeth and lips to move the tiny scrap of cloth to the side and expose her prominent lips. As might be expected of a girl who works in a full-service salon, Destinee is waxed clean.

I don't mess around now, plunging my tongue deep down into her folds. Destinee cries out at the sensation. I like it too. The fragrant bouquet is wonderful, but the best part about it is knowing the honest pleasure that Destinee gets when we do this. She's not faking anything now, and I throw myself into the process wholeheartedly.

Destinee likes it when I suck a whole lip into my mouth, and I take turns doing that with each of her lips in turn, going back and forth between them. I even chew a little, which really gets her going. She's getting very wet, and I periodically reach down to her taint to lap up the excess.

Finally it's time to do her very favorite thing, so I move up fractionally and slurp her clit out of its hood and begin to tongue it. Destinee explodes.

I have to hold her hips down as she thrashes, but I'm up for the challenge, not letting up even when she begs. "No, no, no!" she shrieks as I work her clit unmercifully. The first time I did this for her, I took her protests seriously, then learned that in this case, no really does mean yes. Now it would take a bulldozer to pull me off her sensitive center. I've learned that too much is still not enough when it comes to Destinee's clit.