To say I would drink all of you is an understatement of what my tongue would do to you.
When my head lowers between your legs, my eyes absorbs the part of your clit, hiding under your hood, the swollen of your clit, and the shape of your amazing lips.
My nose can’t wait to smell your amazing fragrance, while sliding across your wet lips, then sliding between them.
I wish I could say I would tease your clit and lips forever, but I would be lying because my tongue would want to taste.
The torturous part is fighting back the urge to slide my tongue between your lips, and taste what’s inside, while teasing your lips and clit, with the tip of my tongue.
I know how much your sensitive clit and lips are throbbing, and pulsating with the same level of intensity as your heart, because I can feel it with my tongue, and hear it in your moan.
When I can’t take the teasing anymore, that’s right, I, not you, I need to slide my tongue deep inside of you, and swallow my first drink.
Some men say a cold beer is what quenches their thirst, but for me, it’s the nectar your body produces for me, is what my body craves.
At this point, my eyes close, so my sense of taste magnifies. Is it sweet, is it sour, it’s a little bit of both, stimulating most of my taste buds, with unimaginable pleasure.
When I breath out, I purposely breath out of my nose, to saturate my sense of smell with your essence, your natural pheromones.
You may not know this, but I make sure your juice soaks my mustache, so I take you with me, for as long as possible.
Kids smell their fingers, but men, well you know the rest.
When my tongue touches your clit, I know how sensitive she gets, so I try to limit the direct stimulation, but no promises.
I’m no longer in control of my tongue, so where he licks is just as a surprise to you, as it is for me.
When I suck in your clit, I love rolling my tongue around her, the way you grip the sheets, tells me you like it.
At this point, there’s nothing more I would love, then to taste you cum. Hold your clit, as you shake, and flow down my throat. My tongue likes to move at the rhythm of your hips, stimulating your clit, as you grind on my face.
For some reason you deny me that pleasure, and instead, pull me up for that sweet tongue embrace. You slide my cock deep inside, and taste my hard work. Your legs wrap around my back, feet on my ass, and pull me deeper.
You don’t have to tell me you’re about to cum, the speed of your hips tells me that, the strength of your mouth, sucking my tongue, tells me that.
When you let go of my tongue and sing that beautiful song for me, I close my mouth, close my eyes, taste you, and fill you, at the same time, while grunting with each release.
I couldn’t stop myself from cumming with you, even if I tried, and I tried. I just let my body do what it wants, and what it wants, is to cum, right on top of your orgasm.
My body knows that the pulses you feel, is your cervix, sucking in my delicious cum, so my body gives you what your body wants.
It only makes sense, that through years of evolution, your pussy walls would react to cum, and no other sex act, could ever release the amount of fluid that escapes my body.
My first orgasm is equivalent to a shotgun blast, the rest are uncontrollable releases.
Sometimes, when you’re not too sensitive, you cum again, and sometimes, when I’m not, I also do. I can’t imagine the river of me that awaits, after an orgasm like that.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nctsf1/your_taste_is_pleasure_itself