Gently Bitten

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"Oh my god!  Yes, right there right there just like that oHHHHHHHH!"  Meg dug her fingers into John's hair and held his head firmly against her crotch as her legs tensed around his ears and her back arched, throwing her head back into the bed.  A moment later she just as firmly pulled his head away a couple of inches, pulling his lips from her still-clenching-around-his-fingers pussy.

He grinned happily.  "You don't usually let me keep going that long," he commented.

Meg panted for a few moments, smiling dreamily, before answering.  "We're not usually keeping score, are we?  I want you to feel like you're doing well."

"Oh, shoot, that's right!" John said.  He carefully slipped his wet fingers out of her, drawing a shudder that ran the length of her whole body.  Absentmindedly wiping her juices on his bare chest, he stood and walked over to the whiteboard on the bedroom wall.

Two names were written at the top, "Meg" and "John."  Under "John" there were two tick marks.  He added another one.

There were none under "Meg."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Meg asked with a smirk. "You're winning by a *lot* now."

John looked at the board, smiled, and nodded.  "Yeah, I am, aren't I?"

"I'll bet you think about that every time you think about licking my pussy.  Feels like winning."

He looked back at her naked body, still spread out on the bed, and licked his lips.

"It's making you hard just thinking about it, isn't it?"

John nodded, walking back towards the bed.  One hand reached down to stroke his cock, as he stared fixedly between her legs.

"I know you're just seconds away just from the smell of me on your face, the taste of me on your lips, the sight of me so… close…"

Pumping his hand faster, John wriggled towards her spread legs, but at the last moment she put out a foot to stop him.  A tiny whine escaped his throat.

"Look at me, John," Meg said in a commanding voice.  His eyes immediately snapped to her face, locked onto hers.

"Come for me."

He came immediately, yelling her name, semen squirting across the bed and the backs of her thighs.  Panting.  Still staring intently, spellbound, into her eyes.

Her smile grew wider, as his panting slowed.  "You'd better write that one down," she said.

She looked away, releasing his gaze.  After a moment more of panting, he nodded, and stood.

As he took one step away from the bed, she said "Look at me, John."  He turned, hand still on his cock.  "Come for me."

"Ohmigod," John said.  His hand was pumping furiously, and he staggered, yelling her name again.

"Good boy."

Half for effect, half still reeling, John crawled to the whiteboard, and slowly stood up to reach for the marker.

"Come for me, John."