Exton

Star still isnt quite sure about the bedroom. She breathes a sigh of relief to see the bed gone but the room still seems cold and unwelcoming to her.

She pulls Erik out of the doorway and over to the couch near the fire. When he sits down she straddles his lap, kissing him softly, slowly, working her way down his neck. She slides down to the floor, kneeling on the floor between his legs and smiles impishly at him. Tugging at his belt she whispers “Take these off...”

Erik returns the smile and can't get his pants down fast enough. He sits back and taking her face in his hands, kisses her deeply and starts to pull her shirt off. Star stops him, “Later....” and pulls his boots and pants off, setting them aside.

She lowers her head, teasing his cock with her tongue. Teasing the slit she moves her tongue up and down the underside, making Erik instantly hard and wanting more. She hesitantly takes him in her mouth, sucking lightly. Erik buries his hands in her hair, struggling not to start thrusting into her mouth, but the sensation is intense and as he looks down at her he starts to moan. Her hair is spread out in his lap, flowing down his legs, a stream of molten silver in the firelight.

Sucking harder, Star runs a hand over Eriks chest and slowly down his torso to his crotch. Her mouth moves from his swollen cock to his balls, teasing and licking, then back to his cock again. Erik is wondering if he should stop her before he cums when she opens her throat and takes him in, completely engulfing his hardness. As she starts to work her throat and tongue Erik bucks hard, unable to control himself. His hands move from her head and grip the couch to his sides, fighting to control himself. Gods! Where did she learn how to...? Should I let go or make her stop? I cant last like this...