So a couple of months ago, this happened. Very nice first date with a guy (M27), flirty, easy going, lots of common interests, really lovely dinner. We'd both made a few innuendos too and every time we paused conversation, were undressing each other with our eyes. He was very funny and charismatic. I already knew I'd be inviting him in.
Outside mine, I think I said something like "my housemate's out of town if you want to come in and have your wicked way with me," only half joking. He came in. We had another drink and talked a lot. I never had that bond with anybody else he was like my soulmate. A cute white guy who is also pretty funny too. We had a few other drinks and started kissing, hands all over each other, getting a bit hot and bothered and his hand found its way under my dress.
His fingers certainly knew what they were doing and pretty soon I told him I needed his tongue on me now. He was only too happy to oblige, getting down on his knees and going to town. He must have given me the best tongue-lashing I'd had for months at that point. I came twice, and I usually only come from penetration. The boy knew what he was doing.