HER MOMENT

SHE NEVER UNDERSTOOD HOW THE TONGUE IS THE STRONGEST MUSCLE IN THE BODY, NOT UNTIL NOW.

I came home from work one day and noticed a trail of clothes in the bedroom. I walked into the bathroom just as the shower went off. She opened the curtain and was a little startled when she saw me. She said, “You scared me a little, I didn’t hear you come in”. I was going to say something but I don’t remember what it was. I was overcome by the sight of her beauty and nakedness. We looked into each others eyes as I was handing her the towel and were both at a loss for words. The uncomfortable silence at that moment caused her to blush a little. I had seen her naked many times but it was a little different this time. I could sense she wanted to cover herself up but was she was powerless to do so. It was a sweet erotic blend between embarrassment and the desire to show me her body. I had an overwhelming urge to taste her which was brought on by her natural scent, the smell that’s undetectable to women but one that a man knows quite well. She was still standing in the shower and I was on the outside. We wrapped our arms around each other and French kissed as the towel fell to the floor. I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Her body was half dry and hair was unbrushed. She probably thought I was going to make love to her but I had something else in mind. She probably felt like most women do at that moment; like her hair needed to be brushed, nails painted, legs shaved, and pubic area trimmed, but real men don’t care about all those things. I wanted her just as she was, sexy and beautiful.

No words were spoken as I positioned her on the bed, and adjusted the bulge in my pants. I needed a shower but there was no time. There was magic in that moment that could not be interrupted. It was her moment and not mine, so I remained fully dressed. She was completely naked, both physically and emotionally. I began with little kisses on her forehead, ear, and neck. I kissed my way down her sexy body, slowly down her nervous tense chest. Her heart was racing from anticipation. I paused to nibble, suck, and gently bite on her lovely erect nipples, I continued kissing my way down her twitching and trembling belly, just barely missing the clit to intentionally tease. Her labia began to separate as I passed by ever so closely, like an invitation to come in. But I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted because she wasn’t ready to receive it. I wasn’t teasing her in a mean deprivative cruel way. I was edging her to a high point, like a tea kettle that gets hotter and hotter until the time is right, and you know it when that distinct sound is heard. I continued with my exploration, kissing and licking my way down her right leg and foot, pausing to suck on her toes and worship the sole, and then over to the left foot I journeyed to give equal attention. Then back up the left leg, barely passing by the left side of the clit as to tease again. She flinched from anticipation and impatience, as I worked my way back up. I stopped at her belly button and then quickly make a U-turn back south, devouring her clit in a gently and skillful way. That first moan escaped her lips as her body flinched uncontrollably. My arms go under her legs, my right arm rests against her left side and my left hand gently pets and caresses the pubic area. She never understood before how the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body, not until now. It swirls around inside of her delicious vagina as my upper lip pays homage to her clit. I remove my right arm from under her left leg and place my index finger inside of her moist excited pussy. My hot mouth has the entire area around her clitoris under house arrest and there’s no escape until she’s served her time. My tongue is now pressed against her most sensitive spot, oscillating with firm pressure. She is delicious and I am starving for her sweet nectar. I can taste her excitement, even more so when she climaxes and squirts in my mouth. The sensitivity is almost too much for her to bare after she cums, but I refuse to surrender her clit back to her. She locks her inner thighs tightly against my head and fills her hands with my hair. She says, “Ok…ok…ok…ok…quit”, so I pause to give her a little relief.

I test her sensitivity every few seconds with my tongue until I see she’s ready for round two. Her clitoris is still held hostage by my hot bearded mouth and my skillful tongue begins to work its magic again. Her sweet cream runs down from her delicious cunt, soaking the bed sheets, and lubricating her rectum. My index finger remains cozy inside of her and my longest finger finds its way into her ass. Gently inside it goes, as I adjust its depth in sync with her body language. I read her like a book, like all experienced lovers do. She doesn’t have to tell me if it’s too hot or rough, I know and I adjust my technique. The look on her face was a mix between intense pleasure and slight discomfort as her ass adapted to my fat finger. Then suddenly and without warning and even to my surprise as an experienced lover, she exploded again. Her taste changed a little when she came the second time. Her sphincter contracted tight against my fat finger. Her body shook and quivered all over and her toes curled up tight like a fist. As the second orgasm began to subside, her toes would relax and curl back and forth in repetition. She didn’t fight me the second time when the sensitivity peaked so I was merciful to her. When the contractions stopped I paused, and let her clitoris recover against the warmth of my idle mouth.

When I see that she’s relaxed, I resume until she cums again. Her thighs lock so tightly around my head each time at the end, but I refuse to remove her sensitive clitoris from the warmth of my mouth. My tongue continues swirling but with a little less pressure, showing mercy to her most sensitive spot. At the peak of each orgasm, I glance up and see her body shaking and quivering, and I hear her breathing heavily. Her eyes are closed and her head moves back and forth from side to side in the pillow. If she glances down at me then I increase the pressure with my tongue, and her head slams right back into the pillow, and her fingers digs into the bed sheets. She has finally reached the end of all her orgasms. There’s no more fight left in her, the waves of shaking and trembling have ceased, and she no longer responds to the swirling of my tongue. She caresses my head with her hands. A sad feeling comes over me because I know it’s time to stop, and I don’t want to. But it’s quickly masked over by the feeling of personal satisfaction that comes from giving satisfaction. Her sentence has now been served, all five without the possibility of parole. I gave her clitoris back to her after a few final kisses. My arms went back under her legs with both hands resting at her side. I rested my head on her belly for a moment. She said, “baby…that was amazing…don’t you want to cum”? My cock was still hard and throbbing in my pants. But I hadn’t showered like she had and felt dirty. She would have done anything for me at that moment and sacrificed just like I had. But this was her moment, her magic, and I knew she was tired from her long day at work. So I said, “maybe later baby”, but I had no plans to ask. I knew my day would come, my magic moment, when she would cheerfully return the favor, and I was in no rush.

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