You push me back on the bed so you can climb on top of me. I wrap my arms around you and pull you down for a deep, passionate kiss, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. You put your hands on my breasts, squeeze them, massage them. I move to do the same to you but you stop me, take my wrists and pin them above my head. Then you reach for the rope and bind them tightly together, and to the headboard behind me. Now you can touch my breasts without my interference, maybe pinch my nipples, maybe take them in your hot mouth and suck. They’re yours to enjoy as you like. You’re good; I’m so turned on. I start to moan and writhe. I start grinding my hips, enjoying the sensations between my legs. I’m so wet.
I’m wriggling too much. You bind my ankles together, then force my knees apart and tie them down, exposing my wet pussy to the air. It’s shaved smooth, pink and glistening. You like what you see.
You let me watch you stare between my open legs, biting your lip. But then you tie a blindfold around my eyes, planting a soft kiss on my lips as you lean in to knot it behind my head. I’m not allowed to see what you’re going to do to me. I’m now completely at your mercy, still slightly grinding my hips and pushing my chest up, desperate for your touch.
I feel you push a finger inside me. It slides in easily. You add a second. Then a third. This isn’t so easy, and I gasp out loud. You slide your fingers out, making sure you brush my clit on the way. I moan in delight. You shove your fingers into my open mouth and tell me to lick them clean. I lap up my juices from your fingers eagerly.
Then I feel you between my legs, your hands on my thighs. You ask me if I want you to use your tongue on my pussy. I want nothing more, I tell you. I’m dripping for you, aching for you, dying for you to bury your face in me. You tell me I should learn some patience.
You kiss your way up my inner thigh, stopping just short of my pussy. Oh please, I beg, kiss a little further! You don’t. You kiss your way up my other thigh, and hover your lips just shy of my pussy. I try to thrust myself at you, but you’d figured I’d try that. I can feel your breath on me, but you won’t touch your lips to me. Not yet.
Eventually, I feel your tongue on me. One long, slow, wet lick up the entire length of my pussy. I moan loudly. It feels so good. I tell you how good, beg you for more. I’m rewarded with one more lick. This time you linger for a second on my clit.
I want you to linger longer. But you decide that you should come first. Literally. You straddle my head and sit on my face. You’re shaved, just like me. I feel your hot, sticky flesh on my face. You start to rub yourself on me, smearing your juices all over my face. You’re wet too. Absolutely sopping. I stick my tongue out and taste you. Delicious. You inhale sharply at the feel of my probing tongue. I explore your slippery folds as you grind on me, finding your dripping hole. Eagerly, I push my tongue in and lap you up. Now you’re moaning. I carry on exploring you with my mouth, sighing into you, almost making out with your lovely pussy. Oh god, you gasp, you’re incredible! I feel your clit on my tongue, and focus my attention on it, kissing it, sucking it slightly, running my tongue around it, over it. You’re thrusting yourself into my face harder and harder. Your breathing is loud and heavy; you’re practically growling with every exhale. Oh fuck, just like that, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, oh, oh, oh!
You cling on to the headboard as your body spasms. I feel your thighs quivering on either side of my head. I carry on giving you soft licks until you collapse at the side of me, panting. I lay, still bound, still blindfolded, helpless, your juices drying on my face, desperately horny now. I lick my lips, and round my mouth, savouring as much of your taste as I can. My own juices are leaking into the bedsheets, I can feel them as I grind my hips. My pussy is throbbing so hard I feel like I’d explode at the slightest touch.
I hear you move. I hear your voice, hear the smile in it as you whisper in my ear that I more than deserve what you’re about to give me. Then you’re gone, and again I sense you between my legs, pushing my thighs even further apart. Please, I gasp, I can’t take anymore teasing, please, please!
This time you lick your way up my inner thighs, first one, then the other. Again I can feel your breath on my pussy. You blow on me softly, and the tingle is exquisite torture.
I continue to plead, until finally I get what I’ve been craving. Without warning you bury your face in my pussy, licking me, kissing me, devouring me. I grind against you, covering your face in my juices just like you did to me. I’m so turned on I’m ready to come in seconds. You reach up to squeeze my nipples as you suck on my throbbing clit, and I’m pushed over the edge, shrieking and shaking with the force of the sensations flowing through me. If I wasn’t tied to the bed I think I’d be on the ceiling, or maybe melted into a sticky puddle on the floor.
You finally move away, and I lay stunned, feeling the fading sensations of my orgasm wash through me. Gently, you remove my blindfold and untie me, massaging my skin where I’d been straining against the ropes. I wipe your face, marvelling at the sparkle in your eyes, the flush in your cheeks. You do the same for me, and gently caress my cheek with your fingertips.
Neither of us speak. Words wouldn’t do this justice. Instead, I fall into your arms and you cradle my head softly, and together, we drift off to sleep to the sounds of our breathing.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hatg01/pussy_love