I tried unsuccessfully to ignore the hardening of my nipples. She has this way of creeping into my thoughts and taking over.
Willing my mind to focus on the emails that I needed to reply to, I shifted in my chair and stretched out my back. I manage to type 3 emails coherently before my mind drifted off to imagine my tongue gently gliding over the folds of her dripping pussy. Her clit, hard and swollen, begging for my tongue’s attention. I grip on to the thighs that are nestled on either side of my head and pulled the delicious honey pot closer to me. My tongue snakes out and dips deep into the folds and I sigh as the exquisite taste of her hits my taste buds.
It tastes like the first sip of water after being in the desert for days. It satisfies but also makes you yearn for more. My tongue flicks and twirls and licks my way up to the clit and quickly my lips close around it sucking gently. The moans that waft down to my ears encourage me. Her clit and my tongue do a dance that only the 2 of them know the movements to. Back-and-forth, up-and-down, side to side they chase each other. Two of my fingers pushed their way inside and are gripped tightly by her eager pussy. They are in search of that oh so magical spot and they know they have come across it when those thighs start to shake. Slowly my fingers curl and gently but firmly rub back-and-forth across that spongy little button, all while my lips and tongue continue their assault on that beautiful clit.
Two hands grab fistfuls of my hair as my head is shoved deeper between that wonderful valley. I smile as my fingers continue rubbing and circling her spot as they slam in-and-out of her. My tongue goes crazy having a mind of its own not caring to be gentle anymore. Her pussy muscles grip my fingers like a vise and I do not care that I cannot breathe as she closes her beautiful thighs around my head. Her screams of pleasure echo in the room as she empties herself on to my fingers. As soon as she is relaxed I lick my fingers clean and hold her legs open so I can lick up every single last drop of her life giving juices. I lick over every spot until she is pushing my head away. I wipe my mouth and give her a deep kiss letting her taste herself on my lips.
RING! RING!
The phone snaps me back to reality and I realize that my blouse is undone and my fingers are feverishly working my clit. My chair is damp with my juices. I quickly pull myself together and try once again to make my brain ignore the craving, the longing that I have for the taste of……..her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jnwx0j/ff_her