We've been on this bed together, fully clothed, for what seems like hours now. The intensity and passion of our kisses has grown to near-frenzied groping; I can feel the damp heat of you through your pants, and there is no question you know exactly how hard you've made me. You turn me on so. It has taken every bit of self-restraint I possess to keep me from shredding your clothes and devouring your flesh in my eager mouth. But darling, I can wait no longer. I need to make you come on my tongue. Need feels like such a small word for what must happen now, the intimacy we are to undergo, my hands grasping your ass, my tongue flicking at you, as you buck against my face in a mad rush.
But first, my dear, I want you to hear exactly what is about to happen to you. Allow me this brief interlude to explain how I am going to make you come on my tongue.
First and foremost, I must remove your pants, so you will be rolled onto your back as I sit upright. Staring into your eyes, a slight smile on my lips, I will unbutton your jeans and draw the zipper down. The touch of my fingers to your waist is electricity, and I am tempted to dive forward and nuzzle your side. But I resist, and instead I shall slowly draw your pants down your legs, tracing your delicious skin with my fingers as I do so. You are so sexy as you shift your body to allow your legs to be freed. I am still staring you in the eyes and your nervous grin makes my heart beat faster.
I will spend quite a bit of time stroking your legs. Your bare flesh is at my disposal and I want to touch it all, soak you up through the pads of my fingers, watching you squirm as I brush them against your inner thighs. The way you bite your lip as the goosebumps appear may make me want to abandon my teasing plans, but this can't be rushed. Already I will be needing to taste your skin, to feel your calf on my cheek; my eyes might droop closed as I caress my face against your leg, brushing my lips against you, my tongue slipping out so briefly. My hands will continue to stroke your calves, every now and then stopping to briefly squeeze, a quick burst of intensity among the soft touches, letting you know how tough it is not to simply rush at you and hold your entire body against mine. I can see by the way your hands are clenching at the sheets that you feel the same way.
Now I will move closer as I want to feel your inner thigh against my cheek. I want to feel your smooth skin against all of my face, and I will lightly touch each of your legs in this fashion, positioning them so that you can see me do this, as I want you fully aware of the joy I am taking from this intimacy. To your frustration I have not yet come within several inches of your moistening crotch, nor have I removed your panties. But your torment will be as delicious to me as sweet wine, and I will smile up at you as I detect your hips beginning to move of their own accord. When I suddenly lift your leg to nip at your buttock you will loose a surprised happy squeal of pleasure-pain that I will find so fetching, but then you will relax into a contented sigh when you feel my face gently nuzzle you through your panties, a sweet surprise I'll no longer be capable of resisting.
You will be spreading your legs wide for me now, in eager anticipation of what shall happen next. I will feel how wet you are through the fabric, and I'll revel in the feel of it against all of my face. You will feel me tracing your lips, a slight pressure through your underclothes, as I lightly rub against you, turning every now and then to nip and suck at your thigh. Now that I am so close to you, now that my tongue is separated from your sweetness by one thin layer, you might begin to whisper and moan, hoping that some dirty talk will make me move faster and provide the ravishment you desire, so hungry you will be for release. And it's true, I might be motivated to extend my tongue and taste you through your panties, to trace the edges of them, perhaps to press against your mons with the palm of my hand as I smile up at you. Perhaps. But this extended tease, exquisite torture though it may be, is a rare gift that mere desire cannot duplicate. I will suck your panty-covered lips into my mouth, biting ever so gently, until you are demanding, begging, pleading with me to remove them and let you come.
The taste of you, the warmth emanating from you, the need you feel for sweet release, are beginning to overwhelm me. Though I wanted to tease you for as long as I possibly could, at some point I'll no longer stand being separated from you by even just the thin material of your underwear. Sitting up, I'll grasp at your hips and slide my hands down your legs, dragging your panties away from your wet folds and tossing them to the side. You are so incredibly sexy as you lewdly spread your legs wide and bite your lower lip, one hand on your breasts, the other clenching the sheet in your fist. Your eyes are pleading with me, your head thrust back against the pillow in sweet frustration. I can't help but smile as I'll reposition myself before you, prepared to worship at the altar of your engorged pussy.