“Cup her face in your hands and kiss her gently at first, then devour her. Move down her neck, maybe tease a little nibble to see if she’s into that, and lick along her collarbone. Make it down to her breasts which by now should be full and heavy,” he says, and I echo him, massaging both of my breasts. It feels so good I have to sit down on my couch, leaning back and my legs spreading slowly.
“Tease her nipples, palm them and circle your hands, cradle her breasts and lick the nipples until they tighten up, then suck them deeply. If she liked the neck nibbles, maybe light bites or easy pinches here too. Your mileage may vary with that because everyone is different. Make your way down her body, layering kisses with licks and sucks along the way.”
“Fuck,” I moan, my eyes rolling up as my pussy quivers in anticipation. I let my left hand slide down, cupping myself through my shorts, the heat making me gasp at the first touch. The whole world swims away and all I can hear is Derrick’s sexy growling.
“Compliment her pussy and let your hot breath warm her as you let the anticipation build. Then lick her with a flat tongue from slit to clit several times before focusing on her clit for circles. I’ve heard writing the alphabet with your tongue can be good, and when you find a letter that makes her moan, do that one over and over, but if that’s too much, just trace patterns and rhythms. Flat tongue, pointed tongue, fast, slow to see what she responds to best. The answer’s easy really, just pay attention to her. Take your time. Take as much time as you need to help her get into it. You’ll be able to tell. She’s not gonna be shy about it and you’ll know. She’ll open up like a flower.”
I can’t take this anymore. I slide a hand inside my panties, rubbing at my lips and wishing it were Derrick. I bet he’s got strong fingers that could leave me dripping with desire and a tongue that could write poetry on my clit.
“Eventually,” Derrick continues, “slip a finger inside slowly and pull it out, teasing her opening and stretching her. Hell, who knows, maybe two or three fingers or more. Like I said, just pay attention. Curl them toward her front wall to slide across her G-spot if you can find hers.”
I follow his words, slipping two fingers inside my soaking pussy and pumping them slowly before finding my G-spot. Derrick’s got me so turned on that finding the spot is easy, and each intense stroke leaves my toes curling on the carpet.
“All the while, you finger bang her and you lick and suck her clit like a starving man. It might take a few minutes, it might take a lot longer, but you do what she likes and stick with it until she comes. It’ll be the best reward ever, trust me. After that, well, you see what it takes. She’ll be open to you. Just listen to her body and be creative. No wham-bam, thank you, ma’am. Most women are more complex than that, all right?”
Susannah interrupts, and I can hear it in her voice that she’s turned on too. “Wow, Derrick. That was rather . . . descriptive. Fellas, from a female perspective, let me tell you . . . hell yes to all of that. Hell. Yes.”
They laugh, sending the show over to a song, and Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You comes grooving out of my radio. I keep my fingers going, pumping them in and out and finding all the ways that my body likes it, grinding the heel of my hand against my clit before easing up and brushing it with my thumb.
The whole time, I can only imagine that Derrick’s there doing it. I don’t even know what he looks like, but holy fuck, I don’t know if it matters when a man knows what he knows. My pussy clenches around my two fingers as I strum my clit with my thumb, and I cry out, pushing myself over the edge and coating my hand in my sweet slickness. The orgasm’s intense, and I bite my lip hard, moaning his name. “Derrick.”
Fuck me. God, I want him to fuck me so badly. When I come back to reality again, I realize the commercial break’s over, and I take my hand out of my soaked panties, panting shakily.
Holy Shit, Derrick’s cohort is right. Hell yes to all of that. Listening to his voice describe how he gets a woman to come, giving but always in control . . . it’s worshipful mastery and I want it.
I want it so badly.
I definitely should not have hung up last night. Kicking myself for my cowardice and the missed opportunity, I click off the radio as Derrick moves on to another caller who apparently wants to know why his girlfriend can’t come from anal.