sexta-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2012

always-closer-to-the-edge: Had there ever been a better feeling than his head between her thighs, his tongue coaxing shivers of pleasure from her body as she lay supine, her head hanging over the edge of the bed in surrender? She couldn’t think of any, but then she couldn’t think straight at that point, full stop. He’d robbed her of that ability when he’d rolled her onto her back and buried his mouth in her folds. In fact, he’d robbed her of many abilities with that action, had rendered her incapable of doing anything but respond. He owned her responses now. She’d lost control of them the moment he’d opened his mouth and claimed her, his tongue wet and insistent against her yearning flesh. Her every moan, every shiver, every twitch was for him now. She didn’t think of them as hers any more; they belonged to him, every bit as much as she herself did. For she was his, completely his. She’d never felt it more clearly than she did now, when she was so full of need, so tantalisingly close to losing control of herself, yet very much aware that he could withhold her orgasm from her if he so chose, if he was in a mood to torment her. Any moment now, she knew, he could stop, withdraw his mouth from her cunt and leave her moaning in despair. It was his right to do so, and she wouldn’t want to deny him, but God, did she need that release. ‘Please, Sir,’ she moaned as he increased the pressure on her belly with his left hand, a gesture that never failed to bring her even closer to orgasm. ‘Please please please…’ She dug her fingers into his scalp, feeling the warm skin beneath his hair. ‘Please… please…’ He didn’t answer. There were no warnings to be quiet, no warnings not to come. Instead, his tongue continued its calculated assault on her cunt, never losing itself in her folds, never veering off track. He was leading her onwards, guiding her to a release, and the longer he continued, the more certain she was that he was going let her have what she so desperately needed. Not that she could articulate that belief; he’d left her incapable of uttering more than two words. ‘Please, Sir… Please…’ was all she could say. Just two monosyllabic words, but they conveyed everything she wanted to say, everything she needed him to know. His hot tongue flicked her, licked her. It rolled over her sticky folds, delving into her, finding the taste of her surrender. It wrenched more pleas out of her – louder, more intense, but always monosyllabic. She bucked wildly against his face, clutching at his hair as if it were the last life jacket on a sinking ship. Then, suddenly, a shudder ran through her, sending her into thrashing ecstasy. A ripple ran up her spine and her back arched. Spasms of pleasure rocked through her cunt, and she felt her thighs twitch around his chin, notifying him of her orgasm. Notifying him of his orgasm, the one he’d so generously granted her. Gradually, her breath slowed, and her sighs quieted. With a concerted effort, she lifted her head and put it down on the mattress, where he could see it. ‘Thank you, Sir. Thank you so very much for allowing me to come.’ He smiled. ‘You’re welcome, pet. Now if you’ve quite recovered from your climax, please consider returning the favour. It’s my turn to be rendered speechless. Slowly, if you please.’


WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW
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