As his fingers sink into my skin and his hands grasp my hips, his head burrows down again. I feel my body come towards him as my pelvis tilts to meet his tongue, to meet the feeling that's making my body shiver, my nipples hard and that has me moaning so deep and strong it doesn't even register the noise is coming from me.
With every lick and flick of his tongue my pussy grinds into his face, my cunt just wanting more of his mouth. I can feel the wetness from his face on my thighs, consciously I hope its not all mine, that I haven't soaked him completely, a naughty part of me really doesn't care; as long as his tongue doesn't stop.
As I lay there enjoying every sensation his tongue and lips are giving me, I wonder how it came to this. How I, just me, met him.
As my mind starts wandering back to the days before he shook my world, his head goes a bit lower, I feel his tongue thrusting in me, lapping up my juices, enjoying the taste of my sweet pussy, his hand has moved over from my hip, his finger is circling my clit, not daring to touch it but just teasing me with the feeling of pressure all around it and knowing he is so close to it and could just take me there and then but knowing he won't, that he wants to watch my body shiver, my breasts stand upright an my nipples so hard, the contrast of the hard nipples and firm skin making by breasts look perfect, just the way he likes them.