This? Was not what I expected to have happen. When I told her I liked it slow. I meant it. There's something about the build up that gets me going. I think a lot of people like that. But this? Is not what I expected to have happen.
"Please." I gasped, my throat rasping.
"Please what Gwen?"
My breath shallow, I licked my cracked lips.
"Please. Faster. Harder. You're driving me mad." I could hear my voice breaking and feel her lips smile against my thigh.
"Now now." She chastised. "You told me you like it slow. You said that to me, didn't you?"
Gritting my teeth, I felt sweat drip down my forehead and catch on the bandana blinding me. This time when she licked me, I couldn't help letting some noise escape.
"Mmm. I love that sound" She said, lips grazing lips. "It's like a whimper and moan all wrapped into one."
Another long lick.
"Maybe its hearing it out to those lips that makes it so damn sexy."
All of the sudden there was a finger inside of me. My body was rolling upwards against the restraints and I was gasping.
"Those same lips." She said, kissing that weak spot on my hips "that tried to tell ME how to fuck you an hour and a half ago."
My hips still rolling, my thoughts wandered to strangling her with my legs until her tongue softly touched my clit again. The sound that I made was the essence of desperation. Her hair brushed against me as I felt her body shift upwards, her finger slowly pulling out of me. Tracing my wetness up my stomach, she put her finger next to my mouth.
"Tongue out." She demanded softly into my ear.
Trembling, I obeyed, sticking my tongue out, waiting in my personal darkness for what I knew was coming. As her finger hit my tongue, her lips were against my ear.
"Do you taste how wet you are? Baby." She breathed. I shivered as her tongue found that spot behind my ear that makes my legs turn to jell-o. My lips closed automatically around her finger, sucking and licking as she continued to whisper to me.