I see the fever in your face. The flush like the kiss of roses on your cheeks. Your chest is heaving deeper breaths than you are comfortable revealing.
Easing up to you, I whisper in your ear. Close enough to brush the hairs on the nape of your neck and make you shiver. Do you want to open your pussy for me? Do you want to spread your legs like a slut in heat? Do you ache to be devoured?
You nod hard and fast, more than a little embarrassed to admit the truth of how much you are burning. And your hands shake as your clothes peel off.
On the couch you are writhing and moaning. Your hips are already splayed open, your hips are rotating in hypnotic circles.
Your eyes are closed. Your lips open and wet.
You are making oddly beautiful little dying sounds.
I lick you slowly, but deeply. So fucking slowly. And you shudder head to toe and grunt your unleashed desires.
I pull back, making you shove your hips forward and slick your pussy against my tongue.
I meet you there, over and over. A dance between your pussy and every oblique and delicious angle against my tongue. And you are building animal, animal, animal, as my face glistens with you.
And when you stiffen and rip back your breath, I pin you against the bed and begin tearing at the approaching orgasm. I lick vicious. And you cum. Monumental and thundering, you cum.
But I still hunger for more.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a8ulho/your_fever_m4fdesperate_need_for_your_pussy_to_be
again this is a beautifully written piece, keep it up dude