“Please…”, She began.
The grip of his hands on her thighs, holding them apart gave her a feeling of anticipation and anxiousness. His breath caressed her body as it flowed over her. Hot and in rythm like a blanket laying over her he continued to breathe and move inch by inch closer to her. His lips; now just milimetres from her body waited in patience.
“Please…”, She spoke again.
“Are you sure?”, The man replied. He waited for her so every moment was more intense than she would be prepared for.
“Please, give me your tongue.”, She demanded.
Quickly, his warm and wet tongue began to slide around the outer regions of her already pulsating labia. Circling and teasing, it moved ever closer without touching her most sensitive area directly. Under his hands he could sense her heartbeat racing faster, and her body began to move counterintuitively to his tongue, almost as if she was trying to catch it onto her clitoris.