The thought of you holding my head to direct my mouth, kissing your lips softly and then deeper, running my teeth along your lower lip and then gently nibbling the line of your jaw up to your ear, then down your neck. Feeling your pulse with my lips as you glide me down to your collarbone and then along the delicious curve of your breast.
Kissing, licking, sucking all around your ever-hardening nipple before you push my mouth onto it and I give it the full force of my attention and passion. Hearing you gasp loudly at this, and then moan as flick the top of your nipple with my tongue and my hands begin wandering of their own accord. I collect the hot smoky wetness from within you and glide it around the peak of your other breast, waiting for your hands to guide me there.
You wrap your fingers around mine and lead my hand down between your legs. As I continue to lick, and suck, and kiss, and nibble, and bite, and tongue your breasts, areola and nipple, making your breath catch and hitch and moan you guide my fingers.
Intertwined, you lead, showing me where and how you like to be touched, the pads of my fingers resting your fingernails as you massage yourself closer and closer to climax. It's harder to think with the pleasure emanating from your breasts - I move from one to the other, each nipple so engorged with blood and pleasure that they ache - and it catches you by surprise when i slip my fingers under yours, so my hand is the one resting against the triangle between your hips, my fingers sliding in and around your labia and clit. I take control, leaving your hand at first to hold yourself open, and then to clutch my hand when the first waves hit, then to driving your nails into the bedsheet as all the muscles from your thighs to your breasts locked up with the explosion inside you.
Your scream is primal, and my fingers go on and on until you think you'll pass out, hyperventilate, or just be overwhelmed with what you so quickly taught me how to do.
Finally it stops and you lie there, gasping, tingling all over, trying to catch your breath... and you feel my lips kissing their way down your abdomen, looking to replace my fingers in their appointed task.
The cool air conditioner breeze is almost painful on your too erect, too sensitive nipples and your pussy is throbbing. You're not sure if you can take more, but no part of your body or mind moves to stop me.
Kiss, lick down your abdomen, down your hip, across your thigh. Your clit is throbbing, and your minds knows you can't take much more but you hear a voice, yours you realize, begging me to do it again.
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