She curved her fingers slightly, pressing into that spot just enough to where that familiar tightness formed in my belly. The discomforting urge to urinate on the sheets, when really this was a sign of my first orgasm reaching the surface. Its head breaking flat water and letting out a big gasp of air, relieved from its long journey through the inner tides and embracing the chills that accompanied its freedom. My cheeks were burning through the pillow I rested my head upon; unable to restrain myself from those erratic bodily jolts. This girl is killing me.
"What a mess..." she cooed into my exposed ear, eliciting another dramatic jerk. The waves had long passed, but until she rested her hand on my lower back, my muscle control lacked stability. I wondered if I really was in so much despair that I lost restraint of my limbs, or did I long for her to speak more on my dismantled display- tell me more about how reckless I am, how my heart has escaped my chest and is being massaged by her talented hands.
"How do you feel?"
My bottom lip trembled, and I cursed myself for it, "I feel weird..."
"That's normal," she brushed a strand of hair that was clinging to my stained cheek, "It's different being on the bottom. But you'll get used to it."
Like I'd really spend the rest of my left bending over for a girl shorter than me, younger, and less experienced. To have a person like that take charge was asinine. Being on top was in my wheelhouse, so why did I give her the keys?
She hummed a happy tune at the sight of my disheveled face recovering from its body's explosion, then she took a nipple in her mouth and sucked. She inserted the bud between her lips gently, more delicate than a baby craving milk from its mother. I couldn't escape the intrusive fantasy of breastfeeding this woman, looking down with pride on being able to calm her aggression for a bit.
She released the nipple with a sharp pop before switching to the next one, and it appeared that it was that particular gland that sent new bolts of lightning out my clit and up my thighs. My muscles clenched underneath her and she hummed again, sending mini strikes into my nipple, so that I was being attacked from my lower & upper half. The power of her tongue, swirling clockwise around me, had subdued my free will. I wanted to touch her, push her onto her back so that I can return to my normal routine, but it's almost as if her scraping her tongue at my duct shut off a switch inside and left me with my arms above my head, unhinging my mouth to release the pent-up frustrations that lingered in my soul.
Something cool pressed against me. "You're even more wet now. I'm flattered..." She adjusted my limp legs so they were bent and spread. It felt sudden how she transferred her mouth from my nipple to my pussy; time was skipping quickly, similar to when I'd fast forward through the exposition of a porno to reach the sex scenes. I gained a new appreciation for foreplay; without it, I don't think I'd be as comfortable letting this little princess lap up my cum.
