Time paused as she looked into his eyes and considered what he was asking. Why was he so interested in doing this? Did he see this as a game? But then again, of all the actions and spoken words and penetrations that had taken place between their two naked bodies, why was this the thing that seemed too taboo to her?
She said nothing but her eyes told him she had finally relented. His face turned from a smile to a look of solemn concentration as he carefully directed his face downwards, guiding his tongue past her neck, past her half-erect nipples still radiating from the stress applied to them with his teeth earlier that morning, across her pale body bespattered with freckles, unto the curly thatch of hair that signaled the completion of his journey.
She was already swollen, sticky and warm between her legs from the attention her body had already been given. That didn't stop it from reacting with anticipation as he lightly worked himself against the edges of her labia. While he had prepared for it mentally, his first reaction was to repel; the sharp metallic taste invaded his mouth, as if he had bitten his own cheek. But he knew that the key was to always...always...embrace the strangeness, so he did not flinch and he did not back away. He gave her a series of measured kisses against her blooming desire, with a couple sharp bites at the folds in order to make the proceedings feel uneven.
He grew impatient and quickly started running the meat of his tongue in an upwards motion, forcing the tip to run against the perfect line of her cleft, slowing down only once he hit the speed bump of her swollen point of arousal. He pursed his lips over it to provide a slow caress while he hummed, trapping it in the warmth and vibration of his mouth. In her mind, she could feel the waves smash across the bottom of the cliff-side as she was slowly but surely being forced closer and closer to the brink, stuck in the purgatory where she had no choice but to surrender, but complete submission to its will failed to make the journey any quicker. She would drop only when and if it allowed her to.
He gave a brief pause and then a stronger push along the outside of the clit in a swirling motion. He felt her legs fidget against his head and knew he was on the right track, repeating the action at a steady pace. The intense wet was making it difficult for him to continue without constant swallowing, without constant moving to adjust to the juices running down his chin.
