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His tongue continued to work her clit, gentle, slight touches at first, licking it’s length slowly and tenderly before changing to a harder, quicker stroke, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then back to light, gentle strokes. He cycled back and forth through these motions every few seconds, not giving her time to get used to one before switching to the other. The use of his tongue coaxed a number of sounds from her mouth. Long, deep moans turning to sharp, barely audible whimpers in tandem with his changing tongue. How he loved hearing her moan, her noises like a sweet siren song. He heard her speak, her voice light and airy, yet hungry with desire.
“Please…”, she moaned “I.. I want..”
He pulled his mouth from her clit, looking up at her. Her chest rose and dropped rapidly, her breasts rising and falling, rippling as they did so. He spoke in a husky tone.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart”, he reached his mouth in again, his tongue once more making contact with her clit. “Tell me what you need”.
He heard her laugh softly, a noise that was more like an exhale but without having to see her face, he knew she was blushing. She was no prude, she was adventurous in bed, there was no doubt about that. But hearing those words, hearing him telling her to speak up about what she wanted, always made her shy. She turned her head to one side, smiling as a flush crept up the back of her neck.
“I want to feel your tongue inside. Please…”, she whined. Her voice desperate and full of longing.
Without breaking contact with her clit, he smiled. The exact words he wanted to hear, her inviting him inside. To taste what laid beyond her soft, pink petals. And he would. He would taste her. But not without pushing her further first. His grip on her rear tightened, his fingers sinking into the tender flesh. He heard a gasp, feeling her move in his hands as squeezed. His lips closed around her clit, it fully enveloped. He began to suck, skipping the soft start and opting to move straight to a firm pressure. Her body quivered, her legs beginning to close in an attempt to shield herself from him. The suction of his mouth on her clit intense and unyielding, she twisted beneath him, bucking her hips which only seemed to excite him more. She felt his teeth graze her clit, him nipping at it gently, tugging at it. With one final bite, he released her. It was time to explore her further. To give her what she really wanted.
He could smell her neediness. Coated in a thin layer of her natural lubricant, her soft lips glistened. Her scent was musky, an underlying sweetness making itself known too. He caressed her outer lips with his tongue, moving from her taint up to her clit and back, dragging his tongue slowly with purpose, causing her to shudder. Her taste coated his tongue, his tastebuds tingling. With one swift motion, his tongue slid past her labias and met her opening. He kneeled up further now, lifting her legs further into the air. The initial burst of flavour enticing and seducing him. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her warm, wet pussy. He heard her gasp once more, a quiet whisper of “oh my God” as he began to move his tongue in and out. He circled her delicate opening a few times before plunging his tongue in deeply, his face resting snugly between her thighs. He moved his tongue in twisting motions, running it over the ridges of her inner walls. His head moved back and forth, penetrating her as deeply as he could. He pulled her in closer, his mouth wide and splayed over her labias, eager to tongue fuck her as hard as he could. Her body started to twitch, her moans loud and full of euphoria. She reached down, gripping fistfuls of his hair tightly. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against his face as his tongue worked it’s magic. He toyed with her faster now, his fingers holding her ass hard enough to leave semi-crescent shapes on the flesh from his nails.
He could feel that she was close, her muscles tightening and relaxing over and over, her pussy throbbing and pulsating against his tongue. She wrapped her fingers tighter in his hair, pulling roughly now as her hips bucked wildly. She cried out, her legs shaking as a warmth enveloped her entire body, a jolt of electricity ripping it’s way down her spine. The movement of her hips slowed, her breathing heavy and laboured, soft whimpers. He moved his tongue gently and tenderly inside her, allowing her to ride out her orgasm for as long as she needed to. He would stop when she gave a signal. But for now, he gave his tongue to her. For her pleasure was ultimately his too.
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