You came home and greeted me with the softest of kisses. We chatted and laughed while you changed clothes. You put on a silky black lingerie top. It was like a camisole but it buttoned up the front. It was smooth to the touch and very sexy. We relaxed on the couch and watched TV. I did my best to keep my hands off of you, and was mostly successful until the last few minutes of the program. We kissed and teased each other while we walked to the bedroom. We left a trail of clothing in our wake. At this point, my anticipation had been building for several hours.
We kissed and touched gently, affectionately, and intimately. It seemed as though my erection was harder than it had ever been before. I asked you to squeeze it. I wanted you to feel the effect you have on me. My desire heightened even more. I continued to tease and touch you all over. I started to get that feeling. The feeling that I've only ever felt with you. That feeling that my consciousness is a sandcastle....
And the wind was blowing...
I felt my existence start to give way to something far more interesting and enjoyable. I entered that blissful state where there are no boundaries between reality and imagination. My heart opened up to experience the raw emotion of the moment. It was soft and beautiful.
And yet undeniably primal. I had to taste you. I was desperate to kiss the soft warm moist folds of your aroused lips. I had to taste your pussy. I had to run my lips over your clit. Suck it, flick it, lick it.
And so I did. My self-control was all but forgotten. I had no agenda. I was so captivated by my delectable meal that it took all the concentration I could muster to remember to breathe. I remember sucking your clit and flicking it vigorously with my tongue. I would lightly stroke down, then stiffen my tongue and roughly move it back over your most sensitive spot on the way back up. I stuck my tongue out deep inside your and fervently rocked my head back and forth against your fucking your hard with my face. I stopped momentarily to breathe and gaze in your eyes. You are stunningly beautiful. I returned to your cunt, finding it irresistible. I began to stroke your clit with my tongue more gently. Using little circles and a mixture of letters I gradually slowed down.
I continued to lovingly stroke the epicenter of your passion lightly with the tip of my tongue. I abandoned the circles and began lightly tracing the alphabet in my favorite way. I think it became your favorite way too. Your need grew slowly. In times past I stimulated you by increasing pressure and tempo until you climax. This time I kept it slow, and loving -- almost teasing.