"Talk to me," he said. I know what he wants. He loves to talk dirty to me and really longs for me to talk back. But for someone who spends a lot of time talking, I cannot make myself give him what he wants. He asks, "What do you want?"
But I'm silent. My mind freezes. I have no words to tell him what I want him to do, which is funny since when I play alone I talk to myself or to him in my mind. I love to use my vibrator on my clit while I'm thinking about his tongue on my clit, licking and sucking as I get wetter. I think about his fingers teasing my pussy, not giving me what I want until I am begging for it. I love it when he fucks me hard and fast with his fingers until I squirt for him. And then when he does it again. While I'm thinking about these things and my vibrator is bringing me closer and closer, I talk out loud, pretending he's here to hear me: "Fuck me with those fingers, baby. Make my pussy squirt for you, baby." I'm loud. I scream. But that's when I'm alone.
When we're together, he wants me to talk, but I'm silent. I can't form the words when I'm with him. Sometimes it is that I'm too busy feeling to think straight. But mostly, I think, I'm afraid. What if I can't do it right? What if he decides I'm pushy? Or stupid? Or worse, unsexy? I am willing to try any position, toy, or place when it comes to sex. I'm not afraid of sex. I just haven't been able to say the words out loud to him. I want to be able to lose myself enough to talk to him. I know just what I'd say:
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I meet him in the bedroom. I start to undress, but he stops me. "Let's take it slow," he says, and he kisses me. I love his kiss, his lips on mine, his tongue searching my mouth. He moves me backwards until I have to fall onto the bed, our lips separating. He lies down beside me and leans down to kiss my swollen lips again. He holds my face and takes his time with his tongue. I groan a little, appreciatively, and use my hands to explore his chest. He stops kissing me long enough to find the top button of my shirt. "Tell me what you want," he says.
"I want you to unbutton my shirt slowly," I say. He smiles and unbuttons the top button, stopping to kiss my skin that he revealed. He starts on the next one, and I pull his mouth down to mine. I kiss him softly, running my tongue over his lips, enjoying the feel of his hands unbuttoning my shirt. He has my shirt open and is running his thumb over my breast. My nipple responds through the cloth of my bra. I groan slightly.
"What?" he asks me. "Tell me."
"Rub your palm over my nipple, make it hard." He follows direction well. I put my hand over his and cup my breast, feeling him run his thumb over my nipple again. I move our hands to the other breast. "I love to feel your hands on me." I roll over enough to get my hand under me to unhook my bra. "I want to feel your tongue." He helps me take off my bra and my shirt. His hands are rough against my skin and my nipples have responded to his touch and are hard and pointed. "Suck my nipple, baby," I tell him. He starts by flicking it with his tongue. "I want to feel your wet mouth suck my nipple."
I groan when he sucks it into his mouth. "Your mouth is warm, wet... suck it baby. Oh yeah, I love that." He uses his hand to mold my breast up into his mouth. I feel myself getting wet. "I need your skin. Let me feel you," I say as I begin to take off his shirt. I run my hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin and hair against my palms. I pinch his nipples between my fingers, longing to put my mouth on him. "I want to taste you, to feel your skin under my tongue." He laughs at that, but I get my way.
I use my hands and my tongue to explore his chest. He unbuttons my pants and cups his palm over my pussy. "Can you feel how wet I am for you, baby?" I know he can. He kisses me again while using his hand to tease me. I run my fingers through his hair. His hands are being more persistent, and I need to feel him on my skin. I lift my hips off the bed and he helps me take off my pants. "I want to feel your tongue on my clit." He starts by kissing my belly and then moves downward with his lips. "Yes, baby...use your tongue. Lick my clit softly." I love the feel of his tongue. "No sucking yet, baby. I want to feel your tongue lick me. Oh, yeah, that's the way I like it." His tongue is bringing me closer to the edge. "Lick it like that, baby. I'm so close. Please, don't stop. I love your tongue on me. Please, don't stop. I'm going to come for you, baby. I'm going to come. Oh, God, don't stop." I feel explosions from my clit throughout my body as I lose myself to the sensations.
