She tasted exactly how she smelled; Sweet and earthy, like honey straight from the comb. I could have drowned in her, the intoxicating way her body writhed beneath me. Every whimper, every moan I coaxed from her throat, was like a symphony not meant for human ears. Every press of my lips against that soft, supple skin sent little bursts of electricity through my body. Her gasps like a lightning bolt of desire straight to my core, causing me to moan against her.
My fingers trail down over luscious hips, leaving a trail of shivers and goosebumps in their wake as they glide over supple thighs. As my lips descend over her soft tummy my hands grip those beautiful thighs and spread them gently, laying bare the forbidden fruit between them. Her scent is heavenly, intoxicating as it envelops my very being. I take my time kissing up each of her thighs, savoring the way her body moves and how her breathing becomes more heavy with every nip of my teeth. Finally, I prepare to have my first proper taste of the nectar dripping from her folds. I press one last kiss to her clit, then swipe my tongue up her slit, collecting the juices that have gathered there. I can’t help but moan at the taste of her, so sweet and uniquely her. In this moment I can say I truly believe that heaven is the space between a woman’s’ legs.
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