in anticipation, which is not lost on him. He peels off his jeans and boxers together, too fast to be sensual, but when he straightens back up, the sight of his cock more than makes up for lack of grace. It’s thick and just long enough and not even half hard. My heart’s racing, each beat carrying a sweet chime of anticipation now. I bite my lower lip reflexively, picturing, no, more like already feeling how good he’s gonna feel inside me. No part of my reaction is lost on him as he chuckles and advances on me.
He lays his hands on my bent knees and pries them apart. I lay back, arching my back, ready to take his weight on top of me, his thick cock inside me.
So it’s a shock when his tongue meets my clit instead. A very welcome shock, the kind I’ve never gotten before. And it just keeps getting better and better as his tongue, mouth and even teeth get to work on my pussy.
I lay back and sink right into the lake of pleasure he’s opened up beneath me. He’s done this before, and he’s so good at it. I couldn’t be happier.
Soon I’m moaning loud enough to be heard in the next room, but I don’t care about that. Or about who sees us through the un-curtained window that looks out onto the parking lot. The whole world’s a blur of light and dark, amber and white light swirling in the darkness like caramel and milk in chocolate. All I care about, all I need is more of this pleasure his tongue is giving me, all this overdue pleasure that I’ve never gotten before. Sweet, chiming bliss is swirling all through my body as his mouth works on my clit, my very blood singing with the pleasure he’s giving me. Pleasure so far removed from anything I’ve ever experienced in this world, waking or asleep, I don’t even know if I’m really here.
But I am. I so gloriously am and I know it as the song of pleasure, the chiming of bliss explodes into an orgasm the likes of which I’ve never even come close to. My moans do turn into a scream then, but I hardly hear it, I feel it, along with the burning pulsing off too much goodness, bliss too strong for my body to contain. It flows out into the lake I’m floating on, taking me under, pulling me down into the heart of all bliss.
When I come back to the room, to reality, he’s grinning at me, and stroking my pussy gently, sending small, soft spikes of pleasure everywhere.
“That was something else,” I whisper and pull his head down for a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, taste the pleasure he’s given me, and more. Taste all I’ve been missing until now.
This time he does climb on top of me, his weight wonderfully solid against me, his wide cock pulsing against my clit, keeping time to the spikes of pleasure already multiplying into a river inside me.
I gasp as he pushes his cock into me, opening me wide, hitting those sources of all bliss inside me all at once. My moans and whimpers are stifled with the deep kiss we’re still sharing as he starts thrusting into me, going deeper and deeper, find yet more tiny sources of pleasure deep inside me, spots no one’s quite hit before now. Not so well, not so completely. Intense, searing hot pleasure is building inside me, stoked higher and higher, reaching a bubbling crescendo of bliss as he breaks away from our kiss, spreads my knees wide, and gives me all of his cock in long, fast thrusts, each taking my breath.
He picks up the pace, giving me no time to catch my breath between the stabs of pleasure as his cock fills me activating all there is to activate, until my whole pussy, no, my whole body is just one large button of pleasure that he can hit so well, press so perfectly.
The nails of my left hand are digging into his hips as I urge him on, pull him into me, while at the same time, the palm of my right hand pushes back against his stomach, because it’s already too much, too deep, too fast.
The world is spinning around me, a blur of colors, gold, silver, and black. An orgasm explodes, colors and sound popping, my blood thick with nothing but good and right. He keeps thrusting,