Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

She could only vouch for experiencing the joy of oral sex a few times, and even then, Evelyn knew they would fail in holding any skill compared to Darryll. Perhaps it was the way he seemed just so...taken, with the idea of eating her out, that made it that much more pleasurable. Then again, he had already swept her off of her feet and thus, to know he wanted to play her up with his tongue was pretty much the icing on the cake. Nothing could prepare her for the sensations that wracked her susceptible form the moment he pressed into her mound, forcing a rather loud gasp to elicit from the eager woman. Gods, if she was acting this way within the first few moments of him tending to her sex, she could only imagine what she'd be acting like a minute down the line. Opting to find out for herself, she stretched her arms above her head in attempt of finding something stable to hold onto. Fingers quickly dug themselves into his pillows, while her eyes never once, left him. She gazed down to his handsome face, cooing out whilst he effortlessly made her drip and thoroughly coat his determined, sodden muscle. Oh, do I, she asked breathlessly, her chest having long since beginning to heave in exertion of her mounting inhalation. Nngh...I'm glad you think so, Evelyn whispered, her words breaking into a moan. It was endearing, to feel him try his damnedest to discover just which method got her toes curling. Frankly, she was reacting quite well to all of his teasing yet she got a particularly intense bout of joy when he grew a bit rough, his tongue working against the tender bundle of nerves with a weighted pressure. It had her spine curving, forcing the dips and plains of her flawless body to be accentuated all the more. If one could tell just by reading another's face, it would be stark obvious that Evelyn was in absolute heaven. Perfect teeth were fastened against the swollen flesh of her lower lip, working it back and forth, whilst long lashes fluttered and her cheeks grew an attractive shade of crimson. Right about now, she could confidently vouch for the fact that Darryll was beginning to know her body far better than she would ever hope to know it herself. There was something about a man that knew how to pleasure a woman...a man that enjoyed the act, and gained as much satisfaction from it as she did. To know he was happy betwixt her thighs, lapping at her, was beyond arousing. But then he had to do it. He just had to wrap his lips about her and suck her in such a fashion, that the poor dear could only exclaim out towards the ceiling in shock. Dear god! Evelyn gaped, gazing towards the one settled on her lower body, feasting upon her as if she were to be his last meal for the next year. Fuck, she groaned, unable to help herself as her hand slipped down and pushed against the back of his head. Holding him tightly, she admired the view for as much as it was worth, which was a whole hell of a lot. If he kept this up, he was going to make her come. It wouldn't surprise her if she managed to topple over that edge right this instant, but it seemed with every passing moment, it got better and better. Darryll had managed to reduce the ever confident, sultry and ravenous little vixen to a pitiful, squirming, crying mess beneath him. He drove her right up towards that pinnacle, until she just couldn't take it anymore and she came. Hard, long and fast, it rushed through her like a monsoon, unforgiving in conquering every bit of land it came across and then some. It felt as if he wanted to consume her, and while her juices gushed out of her in a rush to be released, she relished in the first of many climaxes to transpire. Now completely flushed, from head to toe, she collapsed against the bed with a gentle sigh, feeling her brain wander in and out of consciousness. Everywhere he had touched her, from her nipples, to her stomach, ass and legs, buzzed with the lingering caress of his large hands. Evelyn was no match for his perverse techniques, and whilst he ventured his way up towards her neck, tending to the expanse of deep mocha skin found there, she tried to regain a bit of reality. She was throbbing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, unable to truly react towards his question until a few seconds later. You're such a cocky bastard, she purred, knowing she wouldn't have him any other way, if she could change him at all. Strangely enough, she felt he was already perfect for her. I will say this, though, she began softly, beginning to trail manicured nails across his bare back, enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath her motions. It's quite the experience...a good one, of course, Evelyn confessed before she tipped her head and nudged his chin upward, until her tongue was given access to his lips. She licked them clean of her lingering wetness, humming contently whilst her teeth gave a few taunting nibbles across his petals. You're right...I do taste pretty good, she admitted, a wicked gleam in her eyes. I'm curious...do you taste good, too, she asked, strangely enough pining with an innocent tone.