The Casual Chronicles, Part III: His perspective

As she lie sprawled across the bed and he couldn't resist her. Her bronze body was tangled among a stark white sheet. Placing one knee on the bed between her legs, he brushed her lips with his own. She seemed to awaken but her eyes remained closed. She moaned into his mouth as she eagerly sought his tongue. He outlined her lips with his tongue hoping to rouse her from her deep slumber. She began to gyrate her hips into the bed against his thigh. With her hands in fists at her side, she broke his kiss. He felt her, moist, on his thigh. He gave her his finger to suck as he placed these words softly in her ear,

Do you like that baby?

He knew she would be the death of him, carry him to hell. But he was lost in the moment, unable to care.

Taking his finger from her mouth, he drew it over her puckered nipple. He lie next to her on the bed, absorbing her warmth. His other hand found her breast and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips undulated to an unknown rhythm. He felt as though he was taking advantage of her. She lie prone on the bed seemingly awaiting his touch but unaware of his aching need to possess her. Unable to resist, he slid past his hand down her stomach beneath the sheet. Fuck, you're wet. She bucked her hips and began to rotate her clitoris against the heel of his hand.

Ummm. Her moan reasonated deep within her throat and bounced off the room's walls; and yet she was oblivious to her obvious pleasure. He slid his fingers between her slit. He followed the stream of her arousal to where it dripped to the bed. Slowly his fingers found her clitoris. Using her own honey, he pulled back the hood of her clitoris and used his thumb to stroke her pleasure button. When she began to writhe against the bedsheet, with a deliberate amount of pressure he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger. Kissing her passionately, her body began to tremble. Her thrashing exposed more of her body to him. With the sheet tangled between her legs, she came--the proof of her orgasm soaked the bedsheets and the mattress below her. Carefully, he removed the sheet from her still-sleeping body. He couldn't help but appreciate her body as she lie still on the bed in her own pleasure.

The sound of the jackhammer from the street below vibrated throughout the small room. Again, she broke his kiss to expose her slender neck, her mouth rounded. He pressed his face into the pillow just above her shoulder willing himself to withstand his own arousal. He was clueless as to what part of her dream prompted her to lift her head from her pillow and stare in the direction of her honeypot through closed eyes. He closed his mouth around her breast tonguing her nipple as his hand continued to finger her pussy. Her head collapsed back onto the pillow as her horse cry cacaphonously blended with the loud off-key pulsing percussion of the jackhammer below.

His lips desperately found hers as he swirled his tongue in and out of her mouth. His hands moved across her heated body. He positioned her body so that she was most ready for the most intimate of kisses. Without rousing, she murmurred

I've...I've...never...umm.

Increduously, he asked, What never had your pussy licked? She pressed her thighs together as his hands and fingernails trailed lightly over her the tops of her thighs. Placing his hands on the inside of her knees, he placed a light kiss on her mons.

Open for me, baby.

Magically, her legs opened wide to receive his mouth. The hard point of his tongue started at her clitoris and, opening her feminine folds to his oral ministrations, he slid his tongue to her asshole. Slowly, he made his way back to her clitoris. As he pulled away from her to admire her lovely honeypot, she dug her nails into his shoulders. Looking up at her over her bare mound, he found her still sound asleep. Slightly amused and with a chuckle, he admonished her. You're going to have to tell me, baby. He didn't wait for her to awaken before he again used his tongue along her slit to find her clitoris. With soft lips he sucked her pleasure center. He felt her begin to tremble again. This time he followed the trail of her wetness to the opening at her derriere. He tongued her forbidden spot. Her fingernails found his shoulders anew. With her scream, he stated his assumption. Oh, I guess you liked that. She used one hand to guide his mouth to her pussy while the other scratched at his shoulder. To avoid drawing blood, he pinned her wrists to her side. Un-Unh. You want me to lick your pussy? You have to ask me. With obvious trepidation, she told him to...

Eat me... Letting go of her wrists, he tried to wake her with a request. If you can't ask for what you want, then you get nothing. Finally after what seemed to be a torpid internal chastising, Angel told him exactly what she wanted. I want you to put your face in my pussy and suck my clit until I come. He took Angel's leg and placed it over his shoulder. He separated the lips of her pussy with gentle fingers. With a hard tongue, he lazily ran the length of her pussy to her asshole. When she lifted her hips to his mouth for more contact, he pulled her pink button in his mouth and began to sup. In the moment he felt her smooth leg hook behind his head, Angel's hips jerked. Intuiting her climax, he fingered her g-spot until she screamed.

Shit. Her screams were lost as the the street crew began to shatter the concrete on the the road below. Fuck. She screamed again. He refused to let go of her clitoris, sucking it and drawing his tongue over it, back and forth, back and forth. He slowly shook his head from side to side as she came on his fingers and chin. He smacked his lips trying to catch all of her liquid climax. As he removed his face from her pussy, he felt her nectar dripping from his chin.

Amazed at her still-slumbering form, he knelt between her legs. He balanced his body weight on his forearms as he entered her tight, wet pussy.