“Promise me again that Conrad will leave us alone,” she said as we sat on the couch.
“I promise,” I said.
“Pinky swear?” Lila asked, extending her little finger.
“Pinky swear,” I said, hooking my finger around hers.
“What?” I asked.
She blushed. “I just remembered the last time I made you do that.”
“What about it?”
“You really don’t remember?” she asked with a giggle.
“Oh, right,” I said, my face getting noticeably warmer.
The last time she had made me pinky swear was when we were having sex for the first time, and I promised I would be gentle.
“You kept that promise, too,” Lila whispered, scooting closer to me.
“Of course, I did. It was a pinky swear.”
I reached out and started gently stroking her inner thigh, clad in a pair of black leggings. She gasped. Her surprise soon turned to what I recognized as a moan of pleasure. Scooting down a bit on the couch, Lila spread her legs, giving me easier access.
I worked my way up her thigh and then onto her pussy, stroking her lightly through both her leggings and her panties as I kissed her gently on the neck the way I knew that she liked. I slipped my and down the front of her panties and gently massaged her pussy lips, feeling their delicious, tender heat as she moaned.
With Lila’s help, I got her leggings and panties off and assumed the position between her thighs so I could once again taste her delicate sweetness. She moaned softly as I licked and sucked her delicious pussy, working a finger in when it seemed like she was ready. Getting a second finger in there, I started to work her lovely little pussy as I swirled my tongue hard on her clit, bringing her to a massive, shaking orgasm.
Giving Lila time to recover after gently licking her pussy clean, I slowly got up. Keeping one hand cupped on her pussy, I maintained contact and waited patiently as she undid my pants, eventually unfurling my cock. Taking a moment just to admire it, she began to worship it with her tongue. Marking long, soft, trails along the hard, throbbing shaft, giving a gentle swirl around the head every so often to keep things interesting.
After getting me ready, she dropped her entire sweet little mouth on to my cock and sucked like she was making up for lost time — most likely because she kind of was. I could certainly vouch for the fact that it was what I was doing when eating her pussy. Mostly anyway. She really did also just taste that good.
Lila sucked hard until I filled her mouth with my cum, all of which she swallowed with a smile. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly. She returned my affections while lightly stroking my cock as I kept a finger in her pussy.
Keeping a hold of my cock, Lila turned over, so she was on the couch on her knees. Lifting the back of her skirt with her free hand, she stroked the head of my cock against her sweet little pussy with the other. When she was ready, my love pulled me gently forward, eventually letting go of my cock, so I could take over.
I took her by the hips and started to gently pump her, easing my massive cock in and out of her, the fit still pretty snug. Lila hummed contentedly as I moved, apparently able to feel every inch as I moved inside her.
Slowly I started to pump a bit harder, easing Lila into it, fucking her to a screaming quivering orgasm, the sound muffled by my hand. The vibrations of her body sent me over the edge, causing me to spill my seed into her with relief. I eased gently out of her and lightly licked her pussy clean. Then I fed Lila my cock for her to do the same.
Lila got onto her knees and turning to face me as I knelt on the cushion next to her. She not only sucked me dry but kept right on going until I gave her a second load, which she swallowed with a smile, leaning back against the couch, spent but happy.
I sat down properly, zipping up, and pulled Lila to me, kissing her gently on the top of her head. She sighed and snuggled closer to me.
“That was amazing,” my love said, smiling beatifically.
“Agreed,” I agreed, as though there was any argument on the matter, “then again, make-up sex usually is.”
“Make-up sex?” Lila asked.
“I suppose. Though I guess we didn’t really have a problem. Before you left anyway. This was more like reunion sex. Which might be even better than make-up sex. Turns out there is something better than make-up sex,” I theorized.
“Well, whatever you call it, it was awesome, and I hoped we can enjoy it for a bit longer.”