Friday, November 23, 2007

taste test

He obliges and slides his head under you, looking up to watch the little droplets collecting,  hands holding him in place, not allowing yourself to settle down onto his mouth. Your thighs feel the tip of his tongue, sliding upward as you strain to  not settle, to force him to finally give you what you need, slowly, much too slowly, tasting the wetness which has leaked onto that soft skin, tickling as he licks, his warm breath cooling as it moves across your lips, his nostrils flaring with your scent, his cheeks brushing against you as you lessen the pressure and permit yourself to move ever so slightly downward, your hands sliding under you as finally you can take no more, squeezing your nipples as your face presses into the blanket, pinching harder as his tongue moves closer. Your moans pleading for more, for his tongue to take you, to push inside, to seize your clit, to suck and lick, to curl up in and reach that rough little area which gives you such pleasure. And then you feel it, stroking your clit, your blood pulsing with each stroke, your fingers pinching in rhythm, climbing higher, as his tongue probes between, his nose pressing against you, rubbing first on side then around as his tongue circles, tracing each lip, and then plunging in, heat meeting heat, forcing you, his fingers holding you open now, as his tongue batters you, and you squeeze and squeeze, needing that touch of pain, your mind going blank, as you bask in the sensations.  He sucks your clit into his mouth, deep and hard, feeling you swell, and throb, teeth biting gently, twisting and pulling, then releasing to suck again, so hard, wetness dripping down onto his face, needing release, rubbing into his face, onto his nose, and your thighs tighten holding him pressed to you, as it happens, trapping him, as your moans turn to screams of pleasure, your nipples so hard under your fingers, your mouth open, as you gasp for breath, slowly coming down, wanting to turn  over and mount him, knowing you are not finished, letting him wonder what you will allow.

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