No eyes to study her for me, I have to explore with my tongue instead. Parting her lips, searching just barely inside her. Maybe it’s a delusion, caused by the Ring to reward our intimacy, but she almost tastes like cherries.
Almost. Cherries aren’t half this good.
Her voice faintly moans, hand struggling to push me closer.
I grab her hand out of my hair and hold onto it; I’m ready to do this.
I spread her open with my fingers and briefly kiss around her pussy until I settle on her clit. Her voice is so beautiful. It’s intoxicating to draw it out, slowly, briefly. Just dances around her soft, sensitive clit.
It feels like her grip on my hand will tighten until my bones break.
I’m doing well. I’m not doing a shamefully terrible job—and it wouldn’t matter if I was! She’s enjoying it! And me too.
So unbelievably much.
Pure curiosity, I fill her with my spare hand. Just two fingers, as a default—if I think too hard about my choices, I’ll collapse into a puddle.
“You’re doing well, just—“ Her voice catches on its own gasps. “Don’t be shy.”
Just a bit more. I can already imagine her face, blushing a violent red.
Oh, how I almost long to kiss it as much as her clit. But her bud feels too good between my lips. It’s a texture I desperately need to feel in every corner of them, every way.
Her legs tighten around the back of my head.
It’s only her. There’s no rest of the world, no other minds. I have her. I’m in her. I’m tasting her. I’m kissing her. I’m the only thing on her mind.
The tension in her muscles builds and falls over, her body collapsing weightlessly. I’ve never heard her whimper before.
With how much of a drag her dress is to take off, I might not be down here for a while. So I lap up all I can, give a parting kiss, and reenter the dimly lit world of my room.
Wow.
Her arms struggle to move, her mouth fights her breath, her face is completely flush, and I think those are tears rolling down her eyes.
And she still finds it in her to giggle atme. “You’re a mess. Come here.”
I don’t hesitate to be against her.
Her jittery arms grab me, and she starts to shamelessly clean my face with her tongue.
“Wait. Wait! What’s this?” Now I am feeling embarrassed.
“I’m trying to embarrass you,” she calmly warns with the half of her breath she can summon.
“Do you have to?”
“You’re second guessing all these things I know you want.” She sighs, pulling out a handkerchief and cleaning me off with it before tossing. “Another piece for laundry.”
I push her down into the bed and violently cuddle. “That was—It was fun!”
“Was? I didn’t realize you were tired already.“ She combs my locks with the same digits that were inside me.
“You can go for more?”
“Hm… It is late.” She kisses my hair. “I should get up.”
I keep my weight still on her chest. “No. You promised that I can undress you, and then… we can…We can sleep together.”
