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So, I do, shoving her legs further apart with my shoulders, dropping down, burying my face into her cunt, stroking my tongue through her labia, up to her clit, tasting the sweet tang of her desire, knowing it’s coating my face, my beard, dripping off my chin.
Knowing and fucking loving it.
I suck hard at her clit, slide a finger into the tight sheath of her pussy, feel it clamp around me, know that she’s as on edge as I am.
That we can make ourselves come, self-love to oblivion.
But it’s never like this.
The spark, the sense of rightness, of our hearts and souls so perfectly complete that every sensation is multiplied a thousand-fold, that the pleasure I get from touching her, from making her cry out my name, from feeling her body shudder and jolt against mine is a hundred times better than any orgasm I could give myself.
I press the flat of my tongue against her clit, slide another finger into the tight sheath of her, knowing that I’m going to make her come this way, and then I’m going to coax her on top of me, get her to sit on my face and?—
She gasps, head pressing back into the pillows, pussy clamping around me. “Stefan!”
“Come for me, baby.”
“I—” Her hips undulate, and I know what she needs without having to think about it.
Another finger.
A firmer press of my tongue.
“Stef— Fuck—” Her hips buck. Her head presses down harder into the pillow. “I?—”
Teeth against her clit.
“Oh God!”
Her pussy clamps hard.
Her thighs tighten around my shoulders.
And she’s coming apart.
Pleased, I groan against her cunt, lapping up the evidence of her desire, feeling her body shiver and convulse around me.
“Again,” I growl, nipping at her thigh, sending her jolting.
“What?” she asks blearily, eyes going wide. “Stefan, I?—”
But I’m already moving, flipping to my back and taking her with me, rolling her, shifting her up?—
So that pussy is an inch in front of my face.
“Honey,” she murmurs. “I’m too?—”
I grab that lush ass of hers and yank her down, nearly smothering myself in the process. But what a fucking way to go, drowning in her desire, her pleasure, her need, surrounded on all sides by her.
She groans, hips bucking, alternating between grinding against my lips, my beard, my teeth and tongue and trying to lift up.
Not too sensitive, I can see that in her eyes.
She loves this.
It’s driving her right back up to the edge.
So, instead, she’s worried about asphyxiating me.
