She lay there on her back, naked, bare, her lap in his, legs splayed open around his waist, so he could play. She looked at him tentatively; what would he do?
He was an explorer, and she knew he would seek her darkest places, her secret pleasure chest, that spot hidden deep within that boasts a fountain of sensations. She needed him to find those places; to give her release.
Slowly, expertly, he spread the delicate petals of her flower and inhaled her musky scent. She moaned deeply and it was like a call of the wild to him; he had to have more.
He opened her lips wide with his thumbs and index fingers, found her little bud, and with one finger, he rubbed small circles into her clit. She gasped and moaned, wiggling her plump ass in his lap, she felt his cock jump beneath her as she moved. He reached underneath her and squeezed her cheeks roughly, smacking them against his cock and she lifted her hips up and down along his shaft.
Grasping her ass, he pulled her hips up to meet his mouth, forcing her into a half backbend, he leaned forward to look her in the eyes, stuck out his hot, wet tongue, and licked her quivering gash from the bottom to the top. First once, then again, until she was glistening with his saliva. He covered her pussy with his mouth and dove his tongue into her.
With a loud gasp, she rocked forward on her heels pushing herself into his face, trying to pull him even deeper into her. Moans of pleasure escaped her throat and he moaned back into her pussy, munching, licking, pleasing.
Pulling his mouth away from her wet hole was almost torture, and she whimpered as he lowered her back to his lap. He smiled, knowing what he did to her.
He put two fingers at the mouth of her honey pot and pushed in, scooping out and around. Stretching her so that she could receive him. He pushed in and out once, twice, three times, milking her nectar. Pushing his fingers deeper, he turned them upward and reached for her flame, the very place that ignited her erotic passion, her mystical "gihani".