Could anything be better than this?
I don’t know. But I very, very much doubt it.
He’s so skilled with his tongue. I just let myself imagine himself doing this before, with other women, before my mind says no, none of that. Because it’s just us, him and me. For as long as we can. How can anything feel so good? It’s impossible. Unthinkable. But this magic is happening. And it is happening between my own legs.
He slurps and sucks and licks, lewd and unapologetic. “This fucking pussy. It’s like heaven itself.”
I raise my head from the table. “Really?”
And he goes in for another round, nodding into my folds.
Now he grabs my tits, pinching the nipples again, eating me out and working my breasts with something like rage. I let myself relax into this magical place, seeing flickering lights and twinkling stars, in the morning light.
His tongue pushes into my body, and then back to my clit, and my whole heart throbs with yes.
I reach out for him to steady myself and he spreads me even wider. I am so bare, so exposed, so vulnerable. But I am not shy about it. Not embarrassed. He is everything I’ve ever needed and I am so very happy to get lost in him, in us, together.
I look down and see his happiness, his focus, his power. I roll my hips into him, begging for more, and more, and more. And he gives more, until it feels like we are merging into one.
He pulls away for a breath. “Alright, baby girl. Give me that come. Don’t you dare fucking hold back.”
Once again he goes into me, tongue deeper, pushing against my walls. It is heaven, and then it is heaven squared.
He is so good at this. He is so determined to give me pleasure that it takes my breath away.
His tongue slows, but the pressure intensifies. He pushes his finger in further, testing my hymen again, and I cry out a scream of pleasure and need and pain, wanting this release, wanting to dissolve into his mouth and hands.
And now I am spinning and spiraling. It is happening and it is happening on his tongue. Total peace, total pleasure. I am myself and then I am us. And I know that there is no way I can ever live without this ever again.
He takes my hips in his massive hands and steadies my writhing body with his mouth. One more wave of pleasure starts to bubble up before I break, and I squeeze his face hard with my thighs.
Pleasure tangles up inside me and then…
Release. Explosion. Crescendo into a new thing I have never felt before.
He licks me through it, through my screams and writhes, and his movements mirror mine as my pleasure softens and evens out.
My entire body is warm now, not hot, both inside and out. And he stays right there between my legs, kissing my pussy gently now, bringing me back to earth.
I grip the edge of the table hard, still with my mind and body shivering and spiraling. My ears squeal, my heart thumps in my chest. I feel my heartbeat in every muscle, every fiber.
I find my way up on to my elbows, and look down at him, only to find him smiling up at me.
I am woozy with coming. The world is spinning and far away. “This makes that wine-a-rita look like a joke.”
Mike laughs, coming up to standing, knitting his hand in mine. “Lie down. Relax. Catch your breath.”
I give his hand a squeeze and look up at the sky. Then he steps forward and scoops me up into his arms, and carries me gently across the pool deck, as though I’m light as a feather. I wrap my arms around him, feeling safe and secure, and very slowly he steps down into the pool, letting the water take my weight.
I sigh out a gasp of pleasure as the warm water touches my nakedness.
“You know, earlier? When you ran from me?”
I open my eyes slowly, squinting a little bit in the dappled sun. “Yes.”
He shakes his head, looking serious.
“I never want that to happen ever again. I never want you afraid of me. Not like that. And if you run, I want you to run toward me. Always. Is that understood?”
Oh, my heart. This ache in my heart. I let my eyes close slowly and smile.
“Yes, Daddy. Understood.”