My lips embrace you as best they can, the slight sucking of your clit now firmer with the aid of my lips. My fingers grip tighter. You feel two fingers, tickle, tempt, tease your vag. You cannot help but twitch in reaction. You can feel the fingers there touching your pussy like a fragile flower. You know what my intention is. I want your pleasure, and I am poised to get it.
It feels like a burst of fire within you as you feel my fingers enter your body as my tongue works faster around your clit. You know I love the sound of that gasp of desirable shock you cannot help but let out.
You grasp my hair with one hand, perhaps hoping that it stirs my movement forward. Your other hand slides up your body, letting every sensation that you could possibly enjoy meet somewhere in the middle. Your hand grasps your breast, fingers on your nipples, the drug of desire flowing all over your body. You try to part your legs that bit more, maybe letting my mouth and fingers find new areas. It feels as though my fingers touch within you, sending shocks throughout your body.
The classical movement of 'come hither' makes your pussy shiver. You can hear me tasting your clit. You know you enjoy; you hope I do too. You know I do, that's why I'm here. Another moan escapes your mouth as it seems I find another little button within you. You're not sure what exactly I touched, but it felt good anyway. The sound of your pleasure urges me forward, speeds me up, drives me to find more.
It seems I am growing ravenous for your clit. A flurry of pressing movement sends another wave across your body. Your hips cannot help but thrust toward my mouth while your hand makes sure my head stays where it is. Your eyes close tightly as you feel the orgasm building, building within you. Your gasps grow louder as each finger seems to go deeper into you. That little pinch you have on your nipple certainly helps this feeling, but you find any movement of your own hard to control.
Though you are not surprised that your orgasm arrives, what does surprise you is how much it controls you. Both your hands seem to jump down to simply brace you there. You try not to move any more, just in case something slips, and the moment is lost. You try to scream out in lustful passion, but the air seems to escape your body as every touch, every motion, every feeling seems to meet in some part of your body you didn't know you had.
As if to try and find that breath within you, my fingers quicken as my tongue presses deeper. Maybe I can locate that spot that seems to be holding your breath back. The silence of your voice seems to control you and your fingers grip whatever they can find to hold. Whatever it is I touch, I feel, I taste, finally locates your lungs. The air finally escapes your body in the explosive pleasure contained by your voice. Perhaps the world can hear how much you orgasm controls you.
You are not sure how long it takes for your body to re-find where your legs are, which hands are yours and how your lungs are supposed to operate. At least your eyes open again. You look down at my face, soaked in what you have given me as my pace slows and movements simplify. My smile shows you how much I enjoyed stirring your pleasure.
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Written for a lady who liked some of my other stories. Ladies are more than welcome to message me for a request. I aim for your pleasure after all.
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