You know how much I love it when you spread your legs for me.
You are such a beauty but you are never more beautiful than when you are lying naked on your bed with your legs spread, ready to receive me.
I love to kiss you then.
Kiss your soft lips, feel your tongue dancing with mine. Kiss your long pale neck, the bones of your throat and then down to your full, firm breasts.
God, I love your tits.
I love the way they bounce when you move, the way they look in those low cut dresses you know I like. I love the way they feel to touch, so soft and tender.
And I love to kiss them, to suck them, to swirl your hard pink nipples with my tongue.
I know you like it too, when I lean over your naked body and suck and kiss your tits. I can hear the way you moan, the way your body responds to mine. Sometimes, you can't stop yourself touching yourself, your hand drawn irresistibly between those wide spread thighs.
I love it when you touch yourself.
Even the thought of it turns me on.
I love to think about you when you're alone, maybe wearing that black silk negligee I bought you, your panties round your ankles, your legs spread wide and your fingers dancing inside your beautiful, wet pussy.
But even more I like to watch you.
I can tell by your moans how turned on you are as I kiss and fondle your breasts. Your hand reaches down between your legs.
You just can't help yourself.
For a while, I carry on, making your tits feel good as you pleasure yourself. But soon, the knowledge of what you are doing to yourself gets too much and I have to look.
I sit up between those beautiful wide spread thighs and watch you touching yourself.
God, you turn me on so much. You have the perfect body, long luscious legs, a flat stomach, long chestnut hair falling over those big, bountiful breasts settling over your chest.
And your fucking, sexy wet cunt. The beautiful pink slit nestling in the dark hairs of your bush.
Your hand, slick with your juices, sliding in between the delicate folds of your labia.
"Do you like it, babe? Do you like it when I spread for you? Touch myself for you?"
All I can do is look up at you, smile and nod mutely.
You know I do. But you also know how much I like it when you talk dirty to me.
"I'm so wet for you, babe. You turn me on so much. Do you want a taste?"
You hold out your fingers, glistening with your juices.
I suck them hard. Tasting your deliciousness.
Nothing tastes as good as your pussy. I'm so hungry for more, but I wait.
You slide your fingers back inside yourself, slowly running them down the length of your slit.
"Taste good?" you ask.
"Heavenly," I reply.
"Well, taste me again."
Our eyes are locked now. Even with so much else to look at, right now I'm lost in those sparkling blue eyes.
I pause. I know what you want. I want it too. But I want you to ask.
"Babe," you breathe finally. "Babe, please, please lick my fucking pussy."
I lean over your body again and kiss your tits, running my tongue over each nipple but I don't linger this time.
Soon I run a little trail of kisses over your stomach and down over your pubic bone.
I slow down as I move further south. I can hear you holding your breath as I almost reach right the way down, the luscious dark hair of your bush almost tickling my chin.
But I move away and now I'm kissing your thighs. Oh, so close but never quite zeroing in, never quite making contact with that beautiful, wet paradise between your legs.
I can feel your whole body trembling with anticipation. I know you like to be teased, that it makes the pleasure all the sweeter when it comes.
I'm so close now, I can smell your fragrance. Like the heady bouquet of the most exquisite flower. I could get drunk on that aroma.
I move closer, I can't restrain myself. I've smelt you and I've tasted you on your fingertips but now I want to go to the source.
I need to taste you, to lap your sweet nectar, drown in that dark pool of pure pleasure between your thighs.
Your pussy is the most beautiful thing in the world to me.
I hope you don't mind me saying that. I love everything about you of course, your smile, your laugh, the way you always say the right thing.
I'd love you even if you never took your clothes off.
But I love you better when you do. I love you naked and vulnerable and spread wide in my bed.
And most of all, I love that aching wet pussy, your secret garden of delights, that temple of Venus.
Let me taste its delights.
I lean in and lower my mouth over your wet, wet pussy, sliding my tongue deep inside you, slowly licking up between your soft lips and finally flicking up over your hard clit.
You moan in blissful release. You taste even better than I remember.
I lick you again, even deeper than before.
God, this is paradise. My head between your thighs, my face lost in the wonders of your pussy, drowning in your scent.
This must have been what it was like in Eden, no before or after, just here and now, your pussy and my face. Your juices on my tongue.
You taste like a peach. Like the most luscious, juicy, freshly ripened peach in the garden.
I lick every inch of you, exploring every fold with my tongue, reclaiming it, reminding myself of the exquisite topography of your sex, loving every part of you.
I don't have a technique, nothing so calculating or cold. This isn't science, its religion. Its worship.