The taste of you on my lips was driving me crazy. I needed more.
I slid down your body again, my hands spreading your silky-soft thighs. This time, I didn’t tease... I could not wait. I pulled you to the edge of the bed and settled between your legs, my breath hot on your skin. I looked up the length of your body to make sure you were watching me, your chest still rising and falling fast.
I started slow. One long, slow lick from your inner thigh to your wet mound. You jerked and let out a shaky sigh. Your taste was incredible from just that slight touch of my tongue. I did it again, slower, savoring it.
Then I focused on the little bud at the top, swollen and begging for attention. I circled it with the tip of my tongue, light at first, then firmer. Your hips started to move, pushing against my mouth. I held you down with my hands on your hips, keeping you right where I wanted you. Your hands reached for mine, squeezing them with every passing swirl of my tongue.
I opened my mouth wider, taking more of you in, sucking gently as I flicked my tongue. Your moans grew louder, less controlled. I began to work my tongue up and down, starting from the top and working all the way down, tasting you as you dripped into my mouth.
Your moaning was pushing my limits. I wanted you. I wanted to complete you with me inside you... but you were not ready. So I slid a finger inside you slowly, feeling your warmth on another part of me. I began curling it, and you cried out, feeling the softness of my finger but the firmness of the pressure. I added another, feeling you stretch and clench around me. My tongue kept working you, fast and rough now, the wet sounds filling the room.
I could feel you getting close; your thighs started to shake against my ears. You squeezed them against me, and I heard only your muffled moans. I sucked harder, my tongue driving into you, my fingers pumping. I wasn't gentle anymore. I knew what you wanted.
I growled against you, the vibration making you gasp loudly. I growled louder, making your legs shake more. I felt you squeeze my finger so tightly as your legs did, too. My tongue pressed against you as I felt you pulsing. Your entire body released once the first wave of pleasure was over, your throat sore from the moans as you came against my mouth. I didn't let up. I enjoyed drinking you in, riding it out with you until you collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent.
I crawled back up your body. "Told you," I whispered, "I'm just getting started."