When she'd finished, she looked up at him, wondering what he'd do next, hoping it was what she expected. he gave her an almost wolfish grin as he pushed himself back on the bed, leaving a hand on her stomach so she wouldn't get up. He kneeled on the floor and pulled her legs to the edge of the bed, hooking her thighs over his shoulders; he smelled deeply, letting her scent drive him wild like always.
It never failed.
He began licking from her knees to her thighs, just like he'd done to her nipples, torturing her over time. Quick nibbles and lciks of her skin, getting closer and closer to her center, making that ache in her that much more powerful. Just when she thought his tongue had driven him towards it, he skipped over and began on her right leg now, licking and taking small bites of her skin as he pulled away now.
Her ache had spread even deeper and further now, and each taste of her skin he took sent pinpricks all over him, making her almost shake in arousal.
Oh God...
Again, he did this for far longer than was necessary to drive her wild, to the point where he knew she'd be getting almost angry at his pace, and when he was sure she'd take matters into her own hands, he gave a quick lick down her center.
She let out a quick, guttural moan at her relief. He licked slowly down her lips, paying attention to the outside, red by now, a flush that had spread almost to her thighs. He pulled in one of her labia inside his mouth, licking it as he swung his tongue up and down her flesh, tasting her wetness, the almost oily essence of it.
He knew her, knew her body, knew every inch of it; he knew what to do, what not to do. And this part of her, he knew very well...
Taking his tongue, he pushed it in inside her, tasting and feeling how wet she was by now, keeping an arm hooked around her waist and holding her down by her belly. She was turning her head right to left, pulling on the sheets or her hair, anywhere that gave her hands somewhere to be. When he wiggled his tongue inside her, she grabbed his hair and began squealing, high-pitched moans that let him know what he already knew.
When he thought she was ready, he took his index and middle fingers and pushed them inside her, replacing his tongue with them; while they wiggled around, stroking that tiny rough patch inside her, her focused again on her lips. He stroked and licked and kissed at her, all while holding her down.
Finally, he thought it was time to send
her
over the edge, and zeroed in on that tiny nub, the button to what would surely do it for her. He softly let his tongue stroke it, knowing that overdoing it at this point might ruin what he'd built her up for. As soon as his tongue pushed down even harder against it, her hips started bucking, trying to push herself against his mouth and fingers. He stroked harder and deeper against her, licking more and more of her until she started gasping, her breaths ragged and hurried.
She lifted her back off the bed, her thighs clamping around his neck to the point of suffocating him, and lost it. That ache in her pulsed its way through her body, the muscles in her stomach tightening and releasing, every muscle in her legs letting go and dropping lifelessly on him.
They had both fallen over the edge now...
He kept licking her after she came down from her explosion, making sure not to touch her clit so she wouldn't be put off. He licked what little had squirted from her just then, tasting that almost intoxicating essence of her and looking up at her.
She had her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath; her body shone slightly by then, a few strands of hair clinging to the sweat on her forehead, darker than the rest that was spread on her pillow. He pulled himself back onto the bed and lifted her legs again, putting them around his waist. She looked up at him and smiled, feeling and seeing that he was ready again by now; she took hold of him and rubbed him over her lips, then both pushed him inside of her at the same time. She was ready for him, but that feeling of being filled still got to her, realizing how empty she felt any other time. In just a few strokes into her he was almost completely inside her, starting out slow to see where she wanted to go.
When he saw her nod, he quickened his pace, his backside lifting quickly and dropping as he began pounding into her, a roughness that mirrored their kisses. He pushed back slowly then came back harshly, creating slaps from the collision of their bodies. He lifted her by her backside now, letting himself push even deeper inside her, feeling their hips join together.
She reached up and grabbed him by his back, holding on while he took her just how she liked it, with an energy that left her breathless. She noticed his thrusts were becoming erratic now, and the throbbing between her legs seemed to become even stronger just then. She put her lips to his ear and directed her moans and gasps in it, every so often kissing and nibbling at his neck.
He pulled her tight against him and used what strength he had been saving to push even harder, and held her chest completely against his as he pushed her down onto him and came inside her. He shuddered as he released into her, as she felt him throb inside her and felt his warmth spreading inside. He held her against him harder than before, a closeness that let him get as much pleasure from her touch as possible.
He was sitting on the bed, and she on him, and they opened their eyes and looked at each other as if for the first time that morning.
"Good morning", he whispered to her. She kissed him softly, not wanting him to pull out just yet.
"Wait, wait, just stay with me."
He put her down again on her back, then turned with her as he cradled her from behind, not for a second leaving her body. He took the bedsheet and pulled it over them, pushing his left arm under her pillow and his right arm around her waist, cupping her breast.
He breathed in the scent of her hair, kissing her neck the way he was supposed to the night before.
The way he wanted to every single night.
He started thinking about all this, about what all the times he'd have to miss this because of work, or being too tired from work.
As his eyes started to close, he started thinking of what he would do so he'd never pass this up again...
So that they wouldn't have to wait anymore for each other.
