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Ollie exhaled as he felt Mia's warm breath against the tip of his cock, the swirl of her tongue around the sensitive glans as she pulled the foreskin back, her fingers gently rolling his balls to push him over the edge.
But he wanted more.
He was tired of having to repeatedly spread his legs, hinting at an invitation for Mia to get between them and go to town on the most intimate part of his body, only for Mia to giggle as she closed them and decided to climb up and ride his cock instead.
Sure, it was amazing to feel her slick, tight warmth enclosing around his cock, sliding down on him until she was seated in his lap and then bouncing up and down slowly. It made him come every time. But it was always just a nice, relieving release.
He wanted leg-trembling, toe-curling, eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-his-head release.
Another night, another meandering blowjob. So Ollie decided he had to step things up a notch. Running one hand through the dark brown waves of Mia's hair, he used the other to pull his leg back towards his chest and hold it in place. Mia glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow, mouth hovering over the head of his cock, but shuffled closer, shoulders bumping against his thick, heavy thighs.
"Mmmm that's it," Ollie moaned, low and hoarse. "Now lick my ass."
Mia didn't react, just moved her mouth down to his balls, sucking one in the tight heat of her lips before doing the same to the other, while her finger brushed just behind them. Her fingertips danced over the stretch of skin, which she noticed was scattered with dense curls that felt slightly wet. It wasn't overly pleasant to the touch. Not for her at least.
For Ollie? Well, it drove him wild.
He kicked the leg that was beside Mia out onto the bed like he was having a fit, Mia moaning in satisfaction around his balls, like her job was done.
And her job usually was done by this point. This wasn't the first time Ollie had asked her to lick his ass, but usually she settled for just paying extra attention to his balls until Ollie relented without actually getting what he wanted.
She knew what he was really after, but she couldn't bring herself to give it to him. She had never done it before, and wrapping her head around the concept was made that much more difficult by her knowledge that her boyfriend's ass was rather hairy.
Ollie took her lingering moment of doubt to pull his other leg back, one arm wrapped around both of them so his legs were pulled back to his chest and his hairy crack and tanned asshole were presented to Mia. Before she could even say anything, Ollie was using his free hand on the back of her head, guiding it down between his cheeks, and then she was there. Nose pressed against the seam of his balls, mouth surrounded by the intense heat of his ass.
"Now lick it," Ollie said plainly, knowing that if he was his typical soft, gentle nature with Mia that it would only give her an out.
But Mia also knew that this was a game of give and take. From pretty early on, it was established that she was the boss in the bedroom, and she'd exploited that dynamic for her pleasure. It was only fair that Ollie get his turn.
She just didn't think that when he got his turn, that it would involve... this.
She hesitantly stuck her tongue out, pressing it against the small opening of his hole, grimacing at the slightly tangy, musky taste. She curled her tongue, fucking the tip against his entrance in a stabbing motion, relaxing a little when she heard Ollie's sigh of pleasure. Taking the initiative a bit, Mia started to swirl her tongue in circles around his rim, feeling it clench and unclench and knowing it was driving him crazy.
"Ohh yes, that's it," he moaned breathlessly, bringing a hand down to spread his cheeks and open his ass up more. His hole widened just a little, enough for her to slide her tongue in and fuck him. She couldn't explain it, but whatever grossness she might've feared from having her tongue in her boyfriend's fucking asshole was eroded pretty quickly by the searing satisfaction of knowing she waa reducing him to a whimpering, shaking mess.
She looked up, tongue still penetrating his ass, to see Ollie biting his lip, brows creasing with every sharp thrust of her tongue. He'd taken his cock in hand as he stroked it, his thighs were quivering and he was unknowingly shimmying down the bed as he tried to thrust his ass back to meet her tongue.
"Oh shit, Mia..." he moaned pathetically.
She probably should've taken it as a sign that he was close, but she was too consumed in the unique and indescribable pleasure of lapping in and around his hole, tasting him and bringing him the most intense euphoria. And besides, it's not like she had experience in knowing when a guy was close based on a rimjob. Sure, his hole started clenching erratically, tightening around the tip of her tongue, and his breathing seemed to be getting more and more rapid and broken.
But she missed all of those signs, and instead felt the surprising gush of thick, warm come splattering against her face; the heft of Ollie's thighs falling down and bumping against her, the olive-skinned lad so weak he couldn't even hold his legs up anymore.
"Fuck Mia," he breathed, wiping away a bead of sweat from his brow-line. "You've killed me."
And Mia could only smirk as it dawned on her that they now had a new kink they could add to their repertoire. But it was Ollie who was the real winner, smiling as he pulled Mia in for a kiss and tasted himself on her lips.
If only he'd done this sooner.