How Do You Want Me? - Sex Stories

How Do You Want Me?

... behind her. His hands roamed over her ass, kneading provocatively as he kissed her skin, and then she felt the silken trail of his mouth down the backs of her thighs. Lust spasmed through her pussy, making her swelling clit quiver with need. He lingered, he kissed her lazily, languidly, licking her thighs with teasing strokes of his tongue until she thought she might go mad. She buried her face in the blanket and whimpered, desperate not to give in and beg him to lick her. She had offered herself to him, and she would submit, however much her pussy ached for the feel of his tongue. And then, suddenly, his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and he leaned forward to taste her with one long, erotic stroke of his tongue. Pleasure shot through her, so fierce and sharp that she lifted her head and cried out. Her breath caught on a gasp as he delved deeper, as his tongue began to swirl and circle, as she felt his hot breath against her clit and his ravenous mouth begin to ravage her. He licked her sensuously, laving his tongue against her opening as his hands gripped the back of her thighs, easing her wider apart for his mouth. He licked her with long, luscious, torturous strokes of his tongue, teasing the moist heat of her folds and dipping into her opening to pulse into her. His tongue slid into her, withdrawing and penetrating again and again in a sensuous rhythm, fucking her slowly, invading her in an act so intimate, so carnal, that she felt even more liquid heat surge ...

... from her to coat his tongue. He groaned in approval as he savoured her, and plunged his tongue even deeper, seeking out more of her wet, silken desire. "Baby…" she whispered, a sound more than a word, a breath more than a sound. The pleasure was surging through her now in waves, claiming every part of her. She felt her inner muscles clenching around his tongue as he fucked her with an increasingly urgent pace, as his fingers dug into her flesh and his own soft moans of pleasure grew louder. His tongue slipped out of her to slide along her folds again, lapping at her with a delicious slowness that nearly pushed her over the edge. He suckled her lips, feasting, teasing, biting with gentle nips that fired pinpoint sparks of pain through her. And then, just when she thought she might come from his hungry exploration of her, he dipped lower, moved closer to her, and his tongue stretched to tease her aching clit. She bucked as his tongue reached her, pleasure ripping through her as he flicked at the swollen nub. His face was pressed close to her and she could feel his breath against the folds he had just been lavishing but it was his tongue, his strong, velvety, ravenous tongue that sent shockwaves of exquisite agony rocketing through her. She cried out, a low keening moan floating through the air and filling the room, her clit quivering helplessly beneath his tongue. He gripped her hips, curving his arms around them so that his hands came to rest on her ass even as he tilted her up ...