Ava
We had moved from the hot tub to the plush lounge chairs on the veranda, where Chris had laid out on his back. I leaned over him, peppering kisses along his inner thighs as my hand continually stroked up and down his increasingly-thick and throbbing member.
“Goddess, Ava,” he groaned, shoving his head back into the pillows, “you’re good with your mouth.”
I grinned up at him and flicked my tongue across the tip of his manhood, eliciting another groan from him.
“Is that so?”
Before he could answer, I parted my lips and slipped him fully into my mouth. He let out a strained moan, his fingers tangling into my wet hair as I slid further down—far enough so that my nose touched his groin. I lingered there for a moment, letting him enjoy the sensation, before I came back up
