*Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two outs, full count…*
It was always this kind of setting, that do-or-die scenario.
*Be the hero. Be the hero. Be the hero.*
The narrowing of focus, greater emphasis and awareness of your breathing. Everything seems to slow down, the importance and weight of the moment bearing down.
As I sink down between her legs, there is an uncanny confidence in the air and it is not at all my own. Her hand in my hair, my ridiculous secret life now exposed for her, I feel cold and hot, anxious and alive. She plays the part of a wily veteran far too well.
She’s found me out, *this is a test*, I want her, *I need her.*
*One pitch*
My senses flood and wash away my thoughts. Her touch, the touch of her skin in my hands, her bare legs- soft and spreading, her scent… *oh fuck* her scent. My mouth begins to salivate, my jaw slackening.
This moment lasts forever, a stare down between pitcher and batter. You’re always the batter in those childhood scenarios, but perhaps now I’m thinking I may be the pitcher. Pitcher, batter… Who truly is in control in the situation? The one with the ball or the one attempting to hit it?
I was never any good at baseball.
But I never cared as much as I do now… in this moment. I am here. For her.
My eye lids close slightly, I lean in and gently kiss her thigh, my lips are soft and sensual. I wet her flesh with my saliva soaked mouth. I kiss her with a desperation, an urgency, a fire that strengthens and blazes.
My body lowering, I kiss lower, closer, deeper, longer. I move to her other thigh, again: lower, closer, deeper, longer. I hear her, she mews seductively, fuck I want her.
I nuzzle my nose softly into her mound, the short coarse and curly hairs spreading around my nose. I just barely open my mouth, discretely blowing against her moist and delicious lips. A quick kiss I steal and steal again. I feel her thighs tense as she shifts under me. My tongue is thick with sloppy desire. I extend it past my lips and let it dance along her perfection. I cradle her clitoris gently in my curved tongue and wrap my lips loosely around her hood. I tease her clit lightly with coaxing nudges from my tongue as I begin to suck increasingly harder. A moan growls from my lungs, vibrating up my throat and along my lips and tongue.
I focus on a pace, a rhythmic sucking that I try to work in unison with my tongue. My hands finding their way around her hips and along her waistline. She makes soft sounds, her body tenses and grinds. The sounds of my slurping, wet and thick fill the room, *So fucking delicious.*
I’m a child with a fresh ripe peach, far too selfish to let even the tiniest of drips escape my favor.
I loosen the clench of my jaw and open my mouth wider, rubbing my tongue along her clit as I extend the tip down, through, and into her delicious folds. I drive my face into her, twisting it back and forth, my nose dragging along her as my tongue trails and then darts ahead inside her.
I feel her thighs clench around me and steady my head, tilting my chin up into her as my tongue tenses into a rather phallic shape and plunges into her depths. I swirl inside before taking a slightly different path back. I continue to explore and slurp as I hum and moan into her.
My tongue widens and thickens as I begin to lap into and through her. I grind my face so as to reach as deep as I can. Slurping, sucking, licking, lapping, moaning and groaning. The world stands still as the sounds of our sex ring off the walls. Her hands are clenching around my head, fingers tangling tightly into my hair. I feel her heels in my back. I steel my resolve, doubling my efforts. As if she is my last meal and I intend to lick every last drop from the bowl. My arms tighten around her and I pull her in even as she is doing the same with my head.
*And here’s the pitch.*
Suddenly, she is riding my face, she may be under me but I am no longer in control, perhaps I never was. I feel giddy, intoxicated, euphoric. She is making sounds that bring tears to my eyes. Still, she bucks harder and I try to keep up. I feel her entire body tense, she is an oak and I am at her root. Unable to breathe, unable to move, unsure I ever want either again.
Her body quakes, I can’t tell what part of her is actually still contacting the bed. She quivers against my face, clamping and coating me so perfectly. A shaky prolonged groan lingers in her mouth and seems to last an eternity as she cradled my head tightly to her. And then…
She exhales loudly. Her body goes slack and she sinks into the bed. An exhaustion engulfs the entire room as she pants, a soft and weak moan accentuating each shaky breathe.
“Holy fucking shit.”
I continue to hug her hips and torso. I kiss her thighs once again, hands caressing and gently massaging her.
“Oh my God, that was.”
I nuzzle against her thigh, content to remain silent and cherish the moment.
“Fuck. That was amazing.”
Hands moving over her body, lips kissing randomly.
“Get up here.”
I pick myself up from the bed and crawl up her body. I watch her closely, her eyes at first closed as she continues to collect herself. Her eyelids lift and we lock eyes, a fire burning wild in hers gives me a chill that causes my core to tense.
Her hand finds my chin and she holds me motionless before her. “What the fuck was that?” Still slightly panting, there is confusion in her voice but also intense arousal. She makes an attempt to calm herself, “Haa, okay. Okay.”
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me into her chest. My head pressing into her tits, I work to slide my arms under her. We lay there, in silence, attention paid to just the sound of our breathing and how our bodies move with the requirement.
“I could get used to this.” Katherine says softly, “you, being my *good boy.*”
“Mmm, me too… Miss… Mae.”
I look up nervously, I watch as her lips curl into a most devious smirk. She purrs, “Miss Mae… I love it.”
*Going… going… Yes, gone, it’s a home run!*
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