Promises Fulfilled Creatively
"Babe I haven't felt that good in weeks," you tell me, as we fall into bed. Kissing passionately, you rock into me again, hard, thrusting your hips against my hardness. It doesn't take you long to know what you need. More.
"Hun, again, please, finger me," you pant huskily into my ear, knowing I won't say no when you ask like that. Flipping us over I lay you down on one side of the bed, kneeling beside you and kissing you deeply again. I reach down and slide my fingers deep into you, your wet center putting up no resistance. You feel the familiar pattern develop, and your body falls into its sweet rhythm. Each rock of your hips is matched with a stroke against your g spot, and a kiss placed somewhere else on your chest, stomach, neck, or face.
"Fuck," you moan, and reach behind your back to unhook your bralette. I take it and place it gingerly on the other side of the bed, momentarily admiring how you make anything you put on look stunning. I kiss your chest again, making contact with skin that has been aching for attention all day. Sucking your nipple into my mouth, I stroke your clit a few times with my thumb in between fingering strokes. Your hands finally move from your sides and guide my lips up to yours for a kiss filled with need for more.
"Please," you kiss me, and rock your hips into my hand harder with a matching lick between my lips. "Don't make me beg babe, god," you whisper, hoping I'll play nice. I hesitate for a moment, making you whimper at your approaching slightly coy request. Before you can let the words out, I let my lips part from yours, slowly, making you raise your head to slow my pulling away. Kiss by kiss I make my way down your neck, grazing over the mark I made earlier with a gentle bite. You squirm at the slight pain and try to push me down to where you need me.
My tongue slips out of my mouth when I get to your stomach, teasingly taking lick-kisses up your side, sliding my fingers in and out of you at the same speed as you need. Each stroke making you moan a little under your breath now, as you try to build at just the right speed to last. Hearing your sweet breaths and moans, I finally kiss down and lay between your legs, fingers curling a little more to hit your g spot. "Once I start, I'm not stopping until I can't hold on anymore," I warn you, and let my tongue trace over your hood and where your usually bushy skin is so sensitively smooth.
"Fuck, baby, make me cum, I need you, please," you cry into our room, and my tongue finally licks you in time with my fingers. Three strokes in you lose yourself and your thighs clamp around my head. My tongue flicks over your clit back and forth relentlessly, faster and harder than it had this afternoon. My fingers stroke inside you in perfect sync, sending you into a cascading fall of clenching, thrashing release. You almost break free of my hold, but I twist to my side and hold myself lips locked to your clit. Your sweet body has nowhere to go but up.