I don’t know for sure how long it took for you to ask. You are so very shy and so reluctant to voice something like that.
If I were to guess, you wrestled for at least a day. Maybe more. You must have gone to bed the night before dying. Thinking impossibly erotic thoughts. But you held it all inside in a hot, twisting jumble. Self-conscious to the point of torture.
In the morning, your soft soft voice finally started with, “could you—,” then stopped. You looked down. Blushing. Your eyes involuntarily sought out your pussy. The thing you were so reluctant to name.
“You need to cum?” I said.
After a few long moments, you nodded without looking up. Afterwards, you admitted it had been at least two weeks. Your need had a long time to brew and build until it infused every part of your body like a low, smoldering fever.
I moved over to you on the couch and ran a hand slowly up your beautiful leg. You were wearing a skirt, and I soon learned that no panties were underneath. I smiled. God, yes, you were burning.
At the first brush of your pussy, you gripped my forearm and gasped. I stroked into your wetness with a long, languid, motion. You shook. All over. And moaned the sweetest moan from some precious place tucked away in your soul.
This is what you wanted to confess so badly. The desire to be touched so deeply. Elegantly. Erotically. And to trust me with your honest and most intimate pleasures.
Each slow dance between my hand and your pussy rocked you more completely than a normal, everyday orgasm. Your grip on my arm had tightened to iron. It kept me light and controlled without letting me escape either. You shuddered continuously.
You were crying then from the beauty of it all. The pleasure-revelations. You were so thankful. Trusting. Transcendent. But it was time for so much more.
I pushed you lengthwise onto the couch and laid your head on the arm. I blindfolded you by draping a small towel over your eyes. Then, freed by the inability to see, you allowed me to prop your hips higher and higher to bare your raw, quivering pussy for complete worship.
You groaned in some unnamable, primal catharsis when I licked you.
The blossom of your pussy parted and surrendered itself to my tongue.
You whimpered. You groaned. Your head thrashed. But ever so slowly and completely I licked your sex and claimed your clit for my own forevermore. I moaned too. Our voices danced. I loved you so earnestly and wanted nothing more than to please you.
Soon, you were close.
And I slowed to nearly a stop.
There, on the highest precipice, I held you. You cunt muscles quivered and spasmed, held in heavenly paralysis as you braced yourself on the bars of the pearly gates of heaven.
It might have been monumental for me to speed up and unmake you with an explosive orgasm. But I compelled your own body to lift you into the tiniest of infinities as your cunt-convulsions tickled you higher and higher.
When your gasps proclaimed the time to cum had finally consumed you, the race was not a mere handful of seconds. I counted to fifteen as you struggled to breath, orgasm rising like an ocean tide. Then, you bent yourself in a pained, backward circle, lifting clear of the couch as the bliss destroyed you. And still I licked ever so gently.
Then, the miraculous came.
You had only ejaculated the precious and rare female waters once before in your life.
And now, after so much longing, the pleasure streams pulsed and anointed us in the extraordinary beauty we had made.
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That was beautiful!
Holy shit