Bumble Bee

Authors Note: Everyone is over 18.

I awaken on Sunday morning to find my flower at half bloom. If I open the petals, I'm sure I'll find a sticky sweetness has coated the inside. But I slept alone last night.

What did I dream about? Who could have?... HIM!

In a flash I remember everything. Erotic visions of bodies coming together in such a frenzy one might think they were trying to melt together.

One flash reveals my creamy white legs opened wide with a dark skinned bald head between them. Oh yes, I remember this part! He started off nice and gently like he was trying to lick honey off the wings of a bumble bee.

He quickly builds in intensity and I grasp his head, forcing him deeper into the part of me that's aching for release. I feel my internal drum beating in rhythm with his tongue. His tongue flicks up and my back arches. It flicks down and I press his face even deeper.

I've never experienced any, Oh My God, here it comes! My core starts to quake sending waves of ecstasy pulsing through my body. Faster and faster until... Ohhh!

The big bang or a super volcano are just a few ways to describe what I'm fueling. My soul leaves my body and bears witness as my body spasms over and over.

What's this? He doesn't stop! He even goes harder like a wild animal at a feast!

No, no, yes, yes, yes! My body breaks my brain melts, my soul wants back in to experience but can't get in. La petit mort, indeed!

Finally, after eons of wave after wave of pleasure he stops. The aftershocks have almost subsided.

He climbs up my body trailing fire everywhere his tongue touches. My hips, my thighs, stomach, my breasts, my neck, my lips. Finally, we're eye to eye and I see the smug smirk of satisfaction on his face.

"You ok?" he asks.

Not yet, I tell myself, but my mouth says, "I'm good." He leans in and places butterfly kisses on my lips, my nose and finally my forehead.

So sweet, my passionate lover. But two can play that game! I entangle our bodies and tell him to lie down.

"Oh really," he says.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I responded, "My turn!"

This time I take control over him. He's now completely mine to control.

How much can he handle I wonder? The smug look remains but I'll do what I can to take it away from him and to replace it with another look.

I begin by taking his soft lips with mine. Oh, the kiss always leaves me wanting more. More kisses and more of him. I tilt my head sideways urging him to kiss my neck some more while I nibble on his earlobe.

Continuing I let my hands start the exploration. I caress his chest and run my fingernails over his skin and through his chest hair when he shuttered. I run my nails over his skin and then follow with kisses all the while he shudders with pleasure.

He always seemed so firm but to my surprise he is so soft to the touch that I wouldn't want to ever stop.

As I reach my destination, I am met with a wonderous sight. There is no denying his arousal as I wrap my fingers around him.

Feeling the need to taste him I flick my tongue out and lick his tip before placing his entire head into my drooling mouth. Up and down slowly. Up and down quickly.

I try to alternate the speed at which I give him pleasure while his groans fill my ears. His groans intensify again when I rake my fingernails along his sides and stomach.

Always changing my method, I use a lot of tongue or I would use a little bit of teeth to graze along his length. I then take a deep breath and open wide as I take as much as I can into my mouth.

When I reach my limit I bob there for just a minute before I have to pull back and catch my breath and look at his face.

He's gone.

Just a bit more and he wouldn't be able to contain himself any longer. I make sure to drag my nails along his skin some more while I pick up the pace to finish his race. It doesn't take much longer before I taste his seed in my mouth which is a bit sweet and salty.

Gone is the smug look and it has been replaced with a clouded glazed over look that only comes when someone is experiencing their own desires being fulfilled. I rather enjoy this look.

The look of a job well done.