The music washing over me felt soft and cool, but knowing what you were planning to afford me, it was very unlike the blood in my veins that had steadily risen to an inferno like temperature. From your vantage point on the sofa opposite my armchair, I could see you gazing at me in sheer, unbridled lust, and I loved it.
I shuffled to the edge, then draped my legs over the two high sided arms so my bum was hanging mid-air over the lip of the fabric. I knew exactly what I was doing as I started to gyrate, then slowly push my hips in your direction. Framed by my slutty, sheer, black crotchless body stocking, my soaked pussy and so, so needy ass were spread and desperate to be pleasured by you.
Watching the way your tongue slid in delicate, slow circles over your crimson lips, and the way your breasts quickly rose and fell in metronomic time to your fast, shallow breaths, I knew there was no way you could resist me a moment longer.
“Finish your drink, then come over here and worship my bum,” I whispered softly but sharply, my words barely heard above the gentle rhythms emanating from the Echo Dot. “You know what I need.”
You sipped the last drops of your wine, then knelt between my legs, your warm breath washing over my already dripping, pearlescent, pussy lips. I could feel the honey trickling down between my legs and over my pretty star as you replied, “Oh yes, I know exactly what you want.”
“Tell me again,” I demanded, thrusting my ass towards your mouth.
“You want me to tell me how much I adore your bum; how much it’s the whole world to me.”
“What else?”
“How much I want to kiss it, lick it, put my tongue in it and tell you it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“And… is it?”
“I love it, Katie. It’s my reason to be. I’m going to lavish it with my lips and tongue with all the attention it needs and deserves. After that… will you let me fuck it?”
“Maybe,“ I teased. “What would you like to fuck it with?”
“I want to lick it, and lick it, and lick it, then with your permission, I want to fuck it with my tongue.”
“What about my pussy? My pussy needs love too,” I enquired.
“While my tongue’s deep in your bum, I’d love to slide my arms under your cheeks and around the outside of your hips so my fingertips can worship your clit.”
“Tell me how you want to worship my clit,” I panted.
“I’m going to rub it slowly with the tips of my fingers and tease it out of its nest.”
“Then what?”
“I’m going to push it in slow, firm circles until you give me permission to suck it.”
“You’re going to have to take your tongue out of my bum to do that.”
“Only when you say I can,” you replied.