They lay together. He was propped on an elbow gazing into her eyes, fingers gently circling her clit, the motion eased by her wetness in the aftermath of their lovemaking; her lidded, smoky blue eyes stared up at him as she fondled his half-erect cock, wondering how he could be even slightly hard after so much passion.
Her eyes quickly fell shut, pussy shifting up against his hand. Her legs fell open with a happy sigh. Her eyes slowly opened, smile widening. He knew that look.
“What would you have me do?” he whispered, his finger flicking quickly across her hardening clit.
She sighed again, and stretched like a cat that had just licked up a bowl of cream.
“Lick my clit,” she purred while entertaining him with a long, languorous stretch, which she knew he adored watching.
He grinned, knowing the game that was about to begin. Obediently, his lips and tongue began their journey to the wetness between her legs. He paused to worship her perfect breasts, taking time to suck each one into his mouth, raking his teeth gently across them as his tongue bathed her erect nipples, drawing a deep moan and a gentle hand on the back of his neck. As his mouth left each breast, teeth grasped the nipple, pulling lightly and biting down just hard enough to hear her gasp with pleasure and push down harder on the back of his head. He knew what she wanted, but that was not today’s game; those pleasures were for another time.
Now he began to kiss and lick across her stomach, only to have her grab his hair – hard – and lift his head for a moment.
“Don’t let me cum,” she commanded, looking into his eyes.
He smiled again, revelling in the challenge.
He began kissing the fine hairs surrounding her pussy. The hot, musky scent of her already aroused flesh drew him to her soft, wet centre; he slowly dipped his tongue inside, letting his nose gently nuzzle at the clit, inhaling her scent while feeling a pulse on the tip of his tongue. He loved that sensation, knowing he was quickening the beat of her heart as he explored her sex. Delighted eyes looking up at her, fresh new juices, new tastes, teased his tongue.
He knew the rules: no talking; no questions; no fingers. She was totally focussed on her pleasure, and the long, slow journey ahead, and would tolerate no such distractions. He had only to pay close attention to her body’s dance, with only the use of lips and tongue to earn his rewards.
He began to caress slowly, the flat of his tongue moving from bottom to top in long, slow strokes, easing the pressure as he neared her clit, not wanting to give too much pleasure too soon. Moving down again, he sucked her lips between his, massaging gently to draw more blood to her centre. Changing the pressure, he repeated the long strokes by gently caressing the moist flesh with his lower lip. She moaned quietly, gave her head a short toss to one side and sighed contentedly.
‘Delicious’; he could hear her mind whispering to his.
Moving up to her clit, he began to lick it softly with the tip of his tongue, slowly and at random, as her hips slowly began to buck, hearing each sharp intake of her breath and slight yelps of pleasure. She was aroused and sensitive from their earlier lovemaking; he was going to have to be careful.
Slowing down, then stopping - the tip of his motionless tongue pressing directly on her clit, feeling her throbbing. Her breathing eased, and he felt her slowly climb down from the peak. Her head fell softly from side-to-side and her tongue slowly licked her parted lips, lingering on her upper teeth. He had seen that look many times before; he had found her rhythm and was ready for the long, slow journey at the edge of ecstasy.
He moved away from her clit, this time flicking his tongue lightly and rapidly along her inner lips. He paused to drink deeply at her centre, lapping up her now freely flowing juices, before cupping some on his tongue and moving down to her ass.
Pushing her thighs up and apart, he swept her juices around her ass, hard and fast. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her, swirling it around and pushing deeper as her hips thrust against his face. She reached down to massage her clit; he caught her hand in his and moved it away.
Their eyes locked for an instant. He wouldn’t allow her to change the pace; she smiled, and held his hand hard as she moved her pussy down over his mouth again.
‘Eat me!’, her eyes glared in a silent scream, ‘Please! Make me cum!’
‘Not yet,’ replied his wicked glance, ‘Not yet.’
He slid back up to her pussy, now biting her lips lightly, then tongue darting back and forth between her clit and deep centre, alternating pressure and pace, pausing whenever he felt her climax near. When he felt her body shivering and clenching, he calmly took her away from the ledge of release.
It was a contest between lovers, and they relished in the peaks and valleys of pleasure, lost to time.
Finally, she was ready, always eager to break her own rules.
“Baby,” she sighed out loud. “Oh, god, baby, please let me cum!”
He moved back to her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Her back spasmed; she squeal in pleasure, mashing a pillow over her face to mute her cries. He moved his hand to the top of her mound, feeling the muscles strain, pressed down and held the pressure while sucking and lashing her clit.
She was very close. He felt the tell-tale quivering of her inner thighs; felt her fingers entwined in his hair; felt her heels pressing hard into his back; felt her thighs scissoring his neck and head as her spasms began. She threw her head back, neck straining, breath hissing quickly through wet, parted lips. Just then he released the pressure of his hand, blood flowing into her mound, sending her over the edge.
Hips thrashing, she released a deep, guttural moan as she clenched her teeth and tossed her head. Her legs locked hard on his neck as back arching, making it almost impossible for him to keep his mouth on her pussy. With orgasm tearing through her, she lifted her hips, fingers twisting his hair harder and pressing his head in, trying to force his entire mouth over her. He drove his tongue deep swirling it in freely flowing juices, feeling her heat, her racing pulse. He held his tongue there while her spasms subsided.
After a time her breathing slowed; her fingers gradually unclenched from his hair. He lifted his head and moved up over her body, feeling her legs slide lazily over his hips as he gently moved his hard cock inside her swollen pussy. Her arms encircled him, his tightened around her body, and he affectionately nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of sex that emanated from her every pore. As they held each other, he abandoned himself to the delicious sensation of being sheathed once again, gently caressed by the aftermath of her pleasure.
Starring down at her he whispered, “You really are extraordinary, so very beautiful.”
She opened her eyes slowly and with a deep, contented sigh lifted her head and kissed him deeply, tasting her pleasure on his lips. With a quiet giggle she licked and nibbled the stubble on his chin, tasting the juices that had gathered there. Lips entwined with his, her heels dug into the small of his back and drew him deeper, moving her hips contentedly as she felt him grow even harder, pressing into her.
They shared a smile, ready to begin again. |
