There’s no pretense. I only want to please you, and I so dearly love to please.
I am between your legs. Your feet brush against my torso as I lie facing you. I have no preference to being under the sheet or not, but today, I am uncovered and able to watch you as I move in. Your legs quiver with every inch I move along your thigh.
Planting kisses and deliberately letting my tongue leave wetness on your skin. You love the feel of the cool air against your skin. Your pale turquoise cotton panties are in the way, and they need little help getting wetter.
My warm lips plant themselves ever closer to where you want them. I’ll make you wait. That other thigh needs some loving too. I let my hands rest on your waist, atop the hemline of your panties. You are writhing softly. Squirming. You love this. I love making you earn it. Your hands rest on mine, and… is that some pressure applied, urging them to lower?
I lock fingers with yours to simultaneously resist you and reassure you. You will get what you want in time. I kiss lightly against your damp panties and breathe you in. You gasp softly. I roll my hips and hardness against the bed sheets.
That scent. Like fucking blossom at the end of a hot summer’s day. I breathe in deeply to enjoy you, my face separated from your hot sex by only a thin layer of clammy fabric. Your soft legs and feet brush the side of my chest. I open my mouth wide and close around the stained outline of your panties. You gasp.
With my firm tongue, I can feel all of you. Your swollen clit, rippling as I move over it. Your wet opening, clenching, and puckering as my face hovers above. Even trimmed hair, harboring your sweet scent, created by such heightened anticipation throughout our day.
Your hand rushes to my head with a detectable urgency. It presses down so that I am locked momentarily, mouth against pantie-covered cunt. You have earned this.
They are off. Dragged down and hanging like some fabric hoop over one ankle. Their wetness can occupy that end of the bed now. My mouth is kissing up your leg, thigh, abdomen, triangle. I watch you carefully before I move in. Your face is flushed, and your eyes periodically close and open. You can’t resist a cheeky glance, can you? I see you watching me. Your wide eyes fixed on the man who will shortly release you into wave after wave of pleasure.
Your cunt is sublime. Trimmed hair above your sex adds texture for my hands to nestle in. Your clit is swollen and visibly slippery. I watch as it pulses with your heartbeat. It needs my tongue against it. It can wait a moment longer. Your opening is tight. My cock will have it, and enjoy that another day. It is soaked. The memory of a trickle heads down to your ass crack. There is no longer any fabric to stem the flow. At least not, except for the bedding and my mouth.
I extend my tongue and delve into you. Your fingers squeeze against my head in desperate gratitude, and your body arches in a silent groan. My flat tongue covers your cunt. I lap it up. Every inch.
Barely three laps in, and you give a little moan. My tongue and chin get suddenly wet. A soft, almost playful squirt pitter patters onto the bed. My hard cock twitches somewhere towards the end of the bed. I swallow the cum that has remained in my mouth. Fuck me. Sweet and salty in a beautiful marriage of sticky yet thin liquid. I bury my face against you, making my cheeks wet. Your scent fills me, and your hair around my nose is all I can see when my eyes glimmer open. I moan softly into you.
Your moans escalate rapidly as my tongue circles your clit. It is like wet rubber to the touch, and with every flick, you moan again. You swear at me through breathy murmurs. My pointed tongue flicks down to your entrance and up to your clit. You hate this power I hold over you. You love this power I hold over you. Your legs clench around me, and your moans cease.
Trembling legs and burying fingernails give you away. I focus my attention on your clit as you cum a second time. Rapid circles and motions cause you to tense. Your world is on a cliff top, and you are about to jump. I close my mouth over your clit and suck. I suck you like my life depends on it.
My chin is lightly sprayed as you gush a second time. I suck in the beautiful runny hunny and drink it. My hard work deserves a drink at the end of the day, right? You breathe out with a gush of air that signals exhaustion. Your body convulses, and your eyes roll and shut, flickering with every contraction. The brief silence makes way for your breathy laugh. It is a beautiful sound. It is as wonderful on the ears as your cum is to the taste.
We kiss, and I delight in your face sparkling in the afterglow with your own excitement. But. I also take delight in watching your bright grin turn to a serious open-mouthed pause. Your eyes lock onto mine in a questioning expression. How? It seems to say. You take a little gasp of air in and bite your lip. Two of my long fingers have just slid inside you. My thumb rests at your clit. Your body melts into mine, and your legs fall limply open as I slowly withdraw two sticky fingers.
You can handle some more, can’t you? You’ve earned it. Will you cum again?
