He's Never Made Me Come - Sex Stories

He's Never Made Me Come

... tongue deep into her one last time before pulling out and flattening my tongue against her. I glanced up at her face again, sweaty and delirious and then sucked her clit back into my mouth, closing my lips firmly around her. I sucked hard as I traced patterns over her with my tongue, rolling it around my tongue, working her clit as I’d worked her nipples earlier. I drew circles on her, starting wide and becoming smaller, picking up speed, increasing pressure, harder, faster, harder, faster, faster, faster, faster..... She came apart beneath me. She cried out, a gasp that became a moan. “Ahhhh... fffuuuuccckkk!” Her thighs clamped down on me, holding me in position as she ground her clit on my tongue, bucking furiously, uncontrollably, a string of groans, moans and expletives cascading from her mouth. I didn’t stop until she pushed my head away, spent. Her body continued to tremble and convulse for minutes after, her panting was fast and shallow. I kissed the insides of her thighs as she came down from her high, not wanting her to feel alone of ashamed. Eventually, her breathing returned to near normal. She opened her eyes, which seemed to be filled with a new life. “That was...incredible” she admitted shyly. “It’ll be even better when it’s with someone that you love,” I promised, smiling. “You’re in control of your own satisfaction, okay? Just remember that.” As I got up to leave the room, she thanked me for showing her that she could be fulfilled. “You’ve helped me a lot over these last few weeks,” I replied. “It was the least I could do.” ------------------------------------- “So,” she brought me back to the present. “How have you been feeling this week...?”