Feel

She loves the feel your tongue.

She loves the feel of it on her tongue, gently massaging the inside of her mouth and biting her lower lip. Letting her know what is to come.

You pull off her panties and carefully lay them to the side. A memento to what you are about to do.

You slide your boxer-briefs down to the floor and slide your long, lithe body back along hers.

She looks up at you and you know.

She’s not done with you yet. You can’t have what you want until she gets what she wants.

And you give it to her.

You kiss her deeply on the lips and then slowly glide your body down hers, stopping to suck and nibble on her breasts, making her nipples stand firm and leave a trail of kisses down her stomach.

You pause just above her wet and ready pussy, teasing her, making her hips rock with just the thought of your mouth on her; of your fingers in her, swirling around and around.

Your fingers barely brush her inner thigh, drawing ever closer to her begging cunt, until you flick your index finger across her clit.

She inhales deeply as your tongue runs up and down along her clit and flicks in and out of her cunt.
The fire starts to build up from her toes and her entire body convulses, she grabs your hair and pushes your mouth deeper into her.

Your hands grip her hips hard, leaving tiny, fingerprint bruises.

She collapses against the ground, spent and you raise your face, pussy juices dripping down your chin. She licks them off you and you kiss her.

She loves the feel of your tongue.

XOXO,

The Pheonix