sliding the tip of my tongue against your inner thigh and tracing a line up to your deepest folds, collecting the pooled juices there with a long slow lick that just barely touches your inflamed nerves.
You shudder and hear me moan at the same time. The taste of you is overwhelming, addictive, and you feel my body tense between your legs. You know I want to devour you right now for my own need but this is about you. So I struggle and restrain myself and glide the tip of my tongue just along your labia, just enough to taste you and let you feel me.
My tongue is exerting little more pressure than my hot breath on you but given how sensitive you already are that's enough. The teasing, light gentle touch runs all around you, strengthening a little to push you open and get deeper, coaxing out that next climax like someone making friends with a wary animal. Finally it comes out, into reach, and my fingers move to hold you open while my tongue glides up and down you, pulling the pleasure up and out higher and higher until it washes over you, waves of warm and cold that leave you shuddering and gasping.
Then my mouth latches on to your neglected clit and flicks at it insistently, giving it the same treatment I gave your nipples earlier, and the gentle tide of the last orgasm becomes a tsunami of lust. Crashing over you. Knocking you flat. Breathing becomes labored around the need to moan and scream and cry out for me to stop and not stop, never stop.
Eventually it must.
You feel me lift my head and crawl up your body, taking a moment on the way to lick and kiss sensitive spots and watch your perfect gorgeous breasts heave and glisten while you try to recover from what I've done until I am nestled between your thighs, your legs spread, knees up to feel me inside you, with just the barest edge of my hard cock touching you, that would be ok?
You try to recover as I slide my tip back and forth across your inflamed sex, fanning the ache growing inside you for that cock to be buried in you, that's what you want? Or would that drive you mad?
Or should is thrust myself in, burying myself completely, filling you as much as I can, twitching back and forth to touch every erogenous spot I can find but not otherwise moving, would that be better?
In either case looking deeply into your eyes to see the haze of pleasure and lust there, waiting for you to give me the order to either let your rest as I feed you chocolate and wine or to fuck you madly.
My cock is twitching either at the smooth wet entrance you or buried as deep as it can go. What do you want? Halfway measures never work.
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