He noticed that, beneath the garter belt she wore, the black panties tied, in bows, at her hips on either side. He placed gentle sucking kisses along the inside of one thigh, working his way to her hip. He grasped one of the tie strings with his teeth and tugged at it, loosening the bow so he could drag the panties down her thighs, leaving the suspenders and stockings in place. Then her pussy was there before him. Framed in loose auburn curls were moist lips, pouting open, dewey, her pussy a precious shell-pink colored jewel, the bud of her clit a shade darker, beautiful, beautiful. He bent his head to it, kissing the slick, honeyed lips, his senses inflamed by the taste of her, the peachy-vanilla perfume of her. He licked out his soft tongue and probed the delicate folds, sliding his hands under her ass to hold her more firmly to his mouth. She moaned softly, her hips undulating, pushing and writhing against his mouth. He stiffened his tongue and slid it smoothly, deeply into her, fucking her with it, stroke, stroke, stroke; then he withdrew and lashed at her swollen clit with it. He felt the mounting tension in her body, knew she was again close to orgasm, and was overwhelmed himself with need, his cock at maximum hardness, throbbing against his leg. He ground his tongue into her clit, licking it up and down, side to side, then he closed his lips around it and sucked strongly, his tongue swirling over it.
She thrust herself against his mouth again, again, again, a wail rising from her throat as her body convulsed in pulses of delight, and she tensed, arching her body yet higher, legs trembling uncontrollably, her fingers gripped tightly in his hair.
Gently he disengaged from her then moved swiftly and lithely, rising over her to press the length of his body to hers. Wrapping his arms around her, her thighs falling eagerly open to him, he slid his cock up and down, up and down in the hot valley of her slit, spreading the wetness, gauging her readiness.