I love to taste women. It’s such a visceral pleasure to feel them writhe under my tongue, and then grasp onto them as seemingly every muscle in their body flexes at the same time, not realizing they aren’t breathing until they sharply take in air and clutch the back of my head while it overwhelms them again. I love bringing a woman to the very brink of arousal, forcing her to touch herself as she imagines what I have in store for her. A faint almost imperceptible beginning, leading to a gradual build of suspense, subtly changing the experience over time. Pressure, pace, direction, distance, location. Each taking us in a different direction than she anticipates. Her finger sliding through my hair, gently at first then becoming frantic, desperately trying to insert some control in a situation in which she has none. Unable to decide is she should push me away or draw me in nearer. She begs me to enter her, but I’m not nearly finished. There are far too many sensations left to feel, and centers of pleasure to explore. My tongue wanders with no inhibition. It knows no boundary, no taboo. It merely seeks the next shudder of her body, then next curl of her toes. My hands join the effort at the moment she feels I can do no more. The lightest of grazes, tracing a winding path down her neck and across her breasts, lingering only long enough to enjoy the reaction of goosebumps on her skin, then continuing their journey south to their final destination. They fall to her sides as they pass her navel, and lock into the top of her hips. A power previously unfelt by her drive her warmth onto my mouth and I try to swallow her whole. She gasps and moans but cannot free herself from my grasp. She doesn’t even realize her own hand has drifted down to her wetness, feeling the heat and gently caressing herself, fearful of the sensitivity. She feels like she might explode at any moment, but if so, it would be worth it. She feels another climax build, only it doesn’t crash over her as anticipated. Instead it continues to grow, spreading like a fire burning in her loins. All at once it breaks free, she reaches out, grasping at nothing but feeling everything. She hears no sound nor sees no sight, but somehow feels more alive and aware in that moment than ever before. I lift my head and smile at her body lying in a heap, she looks up at me, tears just starting to streak down her cheeks, and I whisper to her, “Now we can begin.”
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