I flattened my tongue against her opening and licked up to her clit. She could figure out how to make herself feel good on her own. I was done talking.
She tasted fucking amazing. I hummed enjoying myself and got lost in her.
I wanted to ravage her all day, and why not? We had nothing to do but have sex until we were satisfied.
“Yes, like that,” she muttered.
I peered up, keeping my tongue deep inside her. She was actively playing with her nipples.
“Good girl, that’s it,” I told her.
She didn’t acknowledge my praise, too into pleasuring herself. Good, she shouldn’t let me interrupt her.
I fucked her with my tongue. I could easily become obsessed with this juicy pussy. And with Silvia.
Her body seized and she came on my tongue.
I slurped up her cream, then lifted my head. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing deeply.
“Feeling good there, baby?” I wasn’t blind. Could see she was in a delicious sex-filled haze.
“Mhm. Very good.” She tilted her head and smiled at me. “What were you humming?”
“I was humming?”
“Yeah, I liked it.”
I thought about it. Didn’t realize I had been making any sounds other than hungry ones.
“It sounded nice. Can you sing too?”
Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I tried to remember if I’d been humming while eating her out. And then it came back to me. “The Game of Love” was what had been in my head. Just hadn’t realized she heard me.
“I sing a little.” I went beside her, and she curled against me.
“What song was it?” She kissed my chest. “Maybe sing it for me.”
“I can’t do that. I’m shy,” I said teasing her.
“Ha! I don’t believe you’re shy for one second. Not after you had your face buried deep in my private parts.”
“Private parts? It’s called a pussy.” I wrapped my arm around her and squeezed her.
“Yeah, I know. I’m working on not being squeamish and a prude, but these things take time.” She placed her hand flat against my cheek and stared into my eyes. “Sing to me.”
I launched into the chorus of the Michelle Branch song. My man Carlos Santana was what made the song, though. I’d give my left nut to be able to play guitar like him.
The way Silvia ogled me made me sing the entire song for her. If she was paying attention to the lyrics, she might understand why I’d been humming it.
Damn, I liked having her eyes on me and her naked body next to mine, way too much.
“What do you think? Should I audition for The Voice?” I asked her when the song ended.
“I don’t know what that is, but I loved the song. You have a beautiful voice, Andy.”
“You’re the first woman I’ve sang for.” There were some things I only did when I was alone. Playing on the guitar hidden in my walk-in closet and singing were two of them.
“You’re joking. People should hear how talented you are! Although, I think it’s sweet that I was your first.”
