hair. Was he prompting me to take hold? Damn, this was getting erotic.
“Grip my hair.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I could get into hair-pulling if that was his thing.
“When it’s too much, pull. If it’s not enough, twist. If you want harder, try to drown me in your pussy,” he instructed, making my insides vibrate and my fucking pussy quake like tremors had broken free.
“Fuck, Arjen,” I heaved, loving the way he was handling things so far. Although I was usually forced to do so, the last thing I wanted was to tell a man how to fuck me. I hadn’t had to give Arjen a single order, and prayed I didn’t have to.
He sat the tip of his tongue at the apex of my sex, ensuring I saw his actions. He first licked me backward, watching me watch him. His movements were measured so that I would know every part and area his tongue brushed. I swallowed hard, my eyes closing when his firm wet tongue slid between my lower lips, opening them.
“Oh Shh…” I gasped when his hot tongue slid across my aching clit before dancing against it and charming it to come out and receive more of his hot stimulation.
“Eyes open,” he ordered while his tongue still managed to flick my clit as he spoke. “I need you to see me tongue fucking you,” he said before he stretched out the lick that had my damn muscles doing the wobble because I was thrusting my pussy at him so hard.
Those burning blue eyes of his were searing into mine so deep, I couldn’t look away. I was attempting to say ‘shit’ but wasn’t sure what was coming out of my mouth. All I knew was his tongue was fucking me better than any dick I’d had as the hot spikes of pleasure was turning my inside to mush.
Nipples puckered tight, stomach muscles clenched like fists, endorphin-inducing tingles were up and running through me from just his tongue play.
“Damn, baby, that’s it. Fuck,” I moaned my words of praise. I went from having one hand gripping his hair to two, and I was yanking the shit out of it. I had forgotten what he had said about pulling and twisting because I was doing both.
“Fuck, that’s good,” kept spilling from my mouth as he shoved his tongue deeper inside and caused me to thrust using my abs and glute muscles, begging for more with my body. I couldn’t help myself; the man knew where to lick and when to suck, how much pressure to apply and when to pluck.
“Shit. Arjen. Fuck.”
I stared down in amazement, not believing my ass had been avoiding this. I doubt two good minutes had passed, and I was about to come. The expert-level tongue action he was dishing out was delivered so explicitly well, I wanted it to last forever, but I hadn’t had a release in months. Therefore, I was unable to hold back, especially when he took me by the backs of my thighs and spread my damn legs wide open.
He used his lips, mouth, and tongue to give my pussy the stroking of a lifetime. My lower lips quivered from the strength of his tongue stroke, the warmth of his breath danced along my slick folds, and his loving lips smooth out the process with caring caresses.
“Right there,” I dragged out the word there like it had gotten stretched out in my voice box.
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” my loud cursing moans turned into one long series of curse words, while I fought to keep my eyes open.
I wanted to see what he was doing to make me feel so fucking good, but I was too gone on his tongue to do anything but take it. My orgasm struck hard and relentless. It froze me for a second before it released and made my pussy jerk hard, sending sharp pleasure vibrating through my whole body.
If he didn’t have anything else in the world going for him, one thing was for damn sure, Arjen could eat some serious pussy. He didn’t remove his mouth from my quaking wetness until I had enjoyed every splendid second of the gifts he was giving.
His movement jostled the bed, but I was stuck relishing the intoxicating fumes of bliss he’d unleashed. I was too relaxed, too satisfied, and didn’t want to disturb the state of mind he had put me in.
His hand stroked up my body, making me shiver as he laid his hot body