He’s between my legs again with this tongue, and I’m mad.
Mad like a hatter, not mad as in angry.
The crazy kind of mad only he can make me. Not that others haven’t tried. But I’ve always been too shy, too anxious, too worried about that level of intimacy. Until now.
I’m writhing and squealing and sighing and arching my back to meet his lips as they suction around my clit.
Some days… most days… I blush at the mere thought of his face so close to the most intimate parts of me. But whenever we’re in bed, kissing, I have to fight the urge to push his head down. I dream about it, something I’ve always been too embarrassed to want in the past.
And when he’s there… my inhibitions melt away, and I find myself screaming and wanting more.
I wrap my fingers in his hair and hold his head in place as I buck my hips.
Fuck, that feels good. Right there. Right there. Please don’t stop.
I’m too embarrassed to say these things out loud, but I think them and the meaning of my moans is clear. He sucks harder, almost too hard, and then uses his hands to press my thighs apart so he can probe into me with the tip of his tongue.
I’m so fucking wet for him. Embarrassingly wet. When he kisses me, it’s like an automatic response. Before he traces a finger down my side. Before he slides my jeans down to my feet. Before he uses his teeth to remove my panties. I think, some days, all he does is walk into the room, and I’m soaked. I can’t help it.
But he doesn’t mind.
I blush, but he says, “Don’t. It’s so hot, baby.”
And I believe him.
He laps me up like it’s the most deliciously sweet honey he’s ever tasted. It makes me want him even more.
“Please,” I whisper, grinding against his face. His beard prickles against my skin, and the sensation is almost enough to drive me over the edge.
“Please what, darling?” There’s a smirk in his voice as he looks up at me, slowing inserting one finger.
I moan in response, all I’m able to muster.
“Use your words.”
“Please,” I gasp as he adds a second finger. His tongue is on my clit again, and fuck I need him so bad. “Please fuck me.”
He chuckles, low, the vibrations making me tingle all over. “Not yet. Not until you cum for me first.”
I moan again, this time more of a whine. More desperate. I just want to feel his cock in me. I feel empty without him. It’s torture.
But fuck it feels so good when he starts moving his fingers. I’m already so close, for him. He knows my body, knows exactly how to bring me to orgasm whenever he wants to. I lean back, at his mercy.
“Oh gods, I’m so close.”
“I know, darling. But hold out for me just a little longer. If you can do that, I promise I’ll make you feel so good. Okay?”
I bite my lip, concentrating on anything but how good it feels. He’s hitting my g-spot with every thrust as his fingers curl inside me. He adds a third and all I can do is gasp.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuck please.”
“Please. Please. I can’t…”
“Yes you can. Hold back. 3.”
“1. Cum for me.” He says, latching around my clit and sucking hard.
I explode all over his fingers, crying out and twisting my sensitive body. But he keeps thrusting, even as my pussy grips around him.
“More. Again. Don’t you dare stop.”
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