There was a turning point in my relationship where after a few months of sex slowing down to a dead stop, the quality obviously dipping, and my excuses for skipping sex became mildly ridiculous. Not just "I have a headache" but dumb bullshit like, "My leg feels kind of twitchy" or "What if our roommate hears?"
One night, after having enough excuses my, then boyfriend, presents me with a gift. A vibrator, a pretty powerful little one that fit nicely in my hand. I was surprised, it didn't seem like something he would do. I look up at him, blushing, to see a man on a mission. He's already pulling his pants off! I hesitated for a minute, already mentally preparing to create an excuse. The spontaneity of the situation throws me off and I waffle - he looks down at me with a look I could only describe as "yeah, right."
Before I could weakly protest, he grabs my ankles from my crossed legs and yanks me to him. My body bounces back onto the bed and I feel his hard dick already pushed against my shorts, rubbing my clit. I stammer in surprise, a wave of pleasure over took me. He's crouched at the end of the bed with my legs around him, he bends over with both hands and heavily pushes them up my waist to my breasts, cupping them as much as he can and kissing my nipples.
The feeling of his dick on my shorts is pervasive, he's rubbing back and forth pushing the tip into my clit. The feeling of his body splitting my legs is making my thighs quiver and rock.
He moves down and quickly starts pulling off my shorts. With my legs in the air there is no gap in between what happened next, he didn't give me a chance to protest (I would have, weakly, with no real leg to stand on) moves down to my clit with his open, wet mouth and dramatically sucks and licks. I'm shocked! Who is this man?!
We've been having sex for maybe a year and a half or two at this point and he'd never shown this level of confidence, skill, or interest. A wave goes over me and I loudly moan. Not an act, not a higher pitch fake sound like I'd given before, a deep guttural moan that came from deeply horny repressed version of me that I didn't know existed.
He's moving faster now, his fingers are in overtime, one hand on my nipple and the other in my vagina fingering upwards into my g spot. His mouth is working miracles, swirling around and sucking furiously. He flicks my nipple, lightly twisting and stimulating it over and over. I start to feel something I hadn't felt during any of the times we had had sex before. The feeling of orgasm starts to creep up and I'm a little alarmed by it, already? If I cum with his mouth on me, what would that do?
My thoughts are interrupted, I'd been slowly closing my legs in my anxiety, using both hands, he aggressively pushes them apart from my inner thigh. I look down in surprise and see his eyes on mine, his mouth is open and his tongue is flatly moving up and covering my clit. I let out an involuntary yelp of pleasure, seeing him so intense sends a shock wave through my body and I'm on the verge of collapse. He knows it and doubles his efforts, splitting my pussy with his hands and exploring every inch my clit with his tongue.