Do you know the cutest thing about you? Your cheeks are so big that when you smile, you can barely see. You hated it, but I could give less of a fuck. They were adorable.
You know what’s the sexiest thing about you? That you’ll smile even during the roughest of sex, and it drives me wild. You’re having the time of your life, and I’m trying to fuck that smile right off your face.
You know that, and it makes you smile even harder.
I’ll never forget one of my favorite times.
See, what you didn’t know that day is that from the moment I woke that morning, my mission for the day was to lick your pussy until you screamed. One, two, ten times. Didn’t care. All I needed was you shaking and begging for me to stop.
From your gorgeous, silky hair, down to your adorable toes, and all of your curves in between, I could never get enough. Making you climax under my will was an obsession of mine, but we both already knew that. It was just that this particular time, the urge was incontrolable.
You sat on my couch, blissfully unaware of the plans I had for you. For us. I can’t remember what you were tweeting about, Love Island, The Bachelor? Couldn’t remember doesn’t matter. All I knew was that your face lights up when you talk about it.
Before you can even look over your phone, I get to my knees in front of you. I force your thick thighs apart, and in no time, your leggings and white lace panties (my favorite!) come off.
That smile flashes, but with a devilish twist. I smell the arousal, becoming for me, making me salivate.
Even through we are the only people in my apartment, and we have all evening, I refuse to waste even a single second. Normally, I would torture you with millions of kisses from your toes to your inner thigh. Instead, I bury my face between your legs.
You gasp at the suddenness. I throw your legs over my shoulders, and commit every shudder of your body to memory.
Just when I’ve gotten you hot and excited, you start arching your back. Moaning, groaning, pouring wetness down my tongue and chin. You taste better than anyone I’ve ever had before, or since. My tongue makes circles on your pleasure center, coaxing more of your juices out of my favorite place in the world.
Your moans alone can make me finish, and I’m not even thinking of touching myself.
I have you right where, I want you. Just when you’re squirming, clenching at my furniture, and excelling just like my good little girl is supposed to, I decide that I want more.
I slide two fingers inside your wet pussy, hooking and touching your spot, and the dam finally breaks.
You bury your hands in my hair, grabbing my head, keeping my in place. (As if I would rather be anywhere else!) Your thighs lose control, shaking by my ears, crushing my head.
My tongue and fingers move in sync, stimulating you like a melody of a beautiful song. My pace is consistent, my focus is high, and I’m jealous that I’m down here, can’t see your face that exact second you cum.
And you reward me with your orgasm. Gods, did you ever.
The explosion is unmistakable. Powerful. Raw. Every bit of you vibrates. Your legs shake over my shoulders.
Your tight pussy threatens to snap my fingers clean off my hand.
I look up and smile at you, with your head hung back and panting at the ceiling, looking like the very life was fucked out of your for the first time in your life.
Like I’ve done dozens of times, but this one was special.
I smiled, looked at the blush across your face of happiness and walked away to get something to clean you up. You could never help how much of a mess you made. Or… we made. Doesn’t matter, I was in love with it.
You asked,” My turn?”
Cute and pathetic. You were barely ready for another orgasm, let alone summon the strength to get me off.
Flatly, my reply was “no.” Seeing you relaxed and high from the fruit of my labor was enough for me.
We cuddled, at ice cream, and I listened to you talk about The Bachelor all night.
Or was it Love Island?
All I remembered was your smile.
Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, or whomever you’re with, I hope that smile is still as radiant as ever.
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~I’m in my feelings and haven’t posted in a while. Buy my books or whatever.~
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p0qah8/you_wont_see_this_anyway_oral