I am coming undone around his mouth. My hands find his hair and grasp it, pulling his face in tight between my spread and shaking legs. His tongue: my torturer and my savior. He runs his arms under my legs, up and around my hips, and circles his hands around my waist to pull me in closer to his face. I see him pause to breathe me in, and savor my scent like the wild animal that he is. Our scent- both predator and prey mixed together. Excitement and fear bonded in bliss. He is eating his own delicious cum out of me, and as he feeds me a fingertips worth of our mixed wetness, I know that we taste so good together.
He finds my swollen clit, so eager for his touch, and circles it with his tongue. A sharp intake of breath is all that I can manage as he clamps down and sucks it deep into his mouth. All of the pleasure and pain in my body feels like it has rushed right to that spot, warm and tingling. He releases, and flicks my blood swollen clit with his tongue. Ecstasy. My hips come off the bed with the sensation, pressing them harder into his face, begging for more. Harder. More. He alternates back and forth. Back and forth. Sucking and flicking.
My legs are trembling, and I can barely keep still. Or quiet. He may have to gag me the next time he wants to do this for me, if he doesn't want the neighbors complaining. My hands are frantically grasping at the sheets, trying to find purchase so my body doesn't come apart from the pleasure. Without looking up, his hands find mine, and wrap themselves around my wrists. I am grounded; my hands wrap around his wrists as well, and we are connected.
He pauses to tell me to squeeze his wrist when I am close to cumming. I am already trying my hardest not to. I can no longer keep my legs from twitching, and from my mouth comes an endless stream of "thank you, Daddy." Tip-toeing on the edge of an orgasm, I squeeze his wrist. And the countdown begins.
