I moan and tug on your hair as you lick slowly up my slit again and again. It feels so good, and right before I start getting used to this pattern you twist your head and change it up. I can feel my hips gyrating, rocking back and forth as you taste me. This is what I needed for my birthday... feeling wanted, sexy, and of course feeling all this pleasure.
“Oh, Brian. Yes, baby, just like that,” I moan. I pull tighter but it’s clear that if I move you, it’s going to be because you let me. You tease me, pulling back right as I tell you how good it feels. You slow, and just barely trace your tongue tip along my clit. I think I can hear you almost chuckling, amused that I’m at your mercy. With how good your tongue feels, I don’t mind.
My head is leaning back against the couch, eyes closed as I enjoy you. I can feel your strong hands gripping my thighs, pressing my knees up to me and spreading me wide for you. I can’t imagine your wife not putting this tongue to use more. Or worse, does she have you go down on her and not give you any pleasure? I wonder if that’s why you had such a long face coming in to work all the time. I can’t believe anyone could get pleasured like this and then just leave you hanging. Don’t worry, though; I’m not going to let that ever happen again, baby.
You’re working me into a frenzy. You clearly know what you’re doing, giving me your tongue slowly then quickly, dancing across then circling, barely touching then firmly. You give a slow, broad lick up my slit and across my clit and then leave me with no contact at all but your hands pinning my legs in position. I open my eyes and look down at you, finding you waiting for my gaze. We lock eyes and you still don’t move. “Please,” I moan in barely more than a whisper.
“Please what?” you respond firmly. I’m helpless to resist the power play right now. I need you to finish me, but I don’t mind in the slightest obliging your move because your control is intoxicating. You reach up and grab hold of my left breast, cupping first, then squeezing, then finally rolling my hard nipple between your thumb and palm while your fingers remain dug into the soft flesh.
I can’t help but throw my head back and moan loud. I reflexively try to buck my hips and thrust my pussy back against you but even with only one hand on my leg, I can’t get to you. “Please finish me, Brian. Oh god, please, I need you to make me cum so bad.” I reach for my clit, so desperate to cum even as I hope for you to oblige me.