Page 44 of Bartholomew
My mouth found her pussy, the slickness having soaked her outer lips before I spread her with my fingers. That perfect pearl of a clit, swollen with the orgasms I had already given her, was calling me like a siren. My tongue swiped once, tasting for only a moment as her hips bucked and she let out this squeak of surprised pleasure that had me chuckling into her folds.
“Relax, love,” I cooed, diving into her folds again. I could die here. Deceased and buried. I could die here a happy man and never regret a moment. I found her flavor unique with a musky sweetness. My tongue flicked and swiped, taking every cue from her body, drinking in every sound she made as I committed it to memory. I would learn her body until I knew it better than my own and then I would use that information to bring her to heights of pleasure, yet unknown.
My tongue moved lower, holding her thighs open as she tried to clench down around my head. Her body arched into my tongue, and I was done for. She tasted better than I could have imagined. But combining that taste with those sounds? Fuck me twice, and three times on Sunday! Yes, please. I would beg for the taste of this woman, and as a Dominant, I did not say that lightly.
Using my fingers to keep her folds spread open wide, I flicked my tongue over her opening. Her sweetness had pooled there, and I pushed in further, wanting to have my tongue as deeply inside of her as I could. I could feel the way her channel pulsed and clenched, searching for more, searching for something to fill and satiate that deep ache within her. In time, my sweet. All in good time.
“Ollie! Oh, mercy! Ollie!” she keened. I could feel her thighs clench around the length of my body. I could feel her toes curl, pressing into the bed near my hips.
I renewed my efforts, my tongue finding its way back up to her clit. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, pulling her in and locking her to me. With one hand, I pulled back the hood of her clit, letting her pearl come into full view. My tongue flicked at it rapidly, then I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it into my mouth, continuing to tease it mercilessly. Lightly, I continued, up and down, as her thighs twitched and trembled around me.
“Ollie! Mercy me! Ollie! I’m going to —”
Her words halted as her moans reached a pinnacle, her orgasm beginning. Her clit vibrated against my tongue as her hips fully lifted off of the bed, pushing her clit further into my mouth. Yes, my goddess, soak me.
She shuddered bodily as her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and her frantic moans only fueled my efforts as I continued devouring her hungrily. Her essence flooded my chin. My fingers releasing the hood of her clit and my hands sliding up to her waist, anchoring her hips down into my mouth as I drank my fill of her.
I continued licking her, placing soft touches of my tongue against her swollen nub as she came down from the heights of ecstasy. As I looked up at her from my permanent heaven between her thighs, I saw her hands fisted in her hair. Her once lovely, wavy locks were now a tousled mess of sex-crazed hair. Perfection.
I pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses to the softness of her inner thighs as she relaxed once more, coming down from her orgasmic heights.
“I… I can’t believe…” she began, her words trailing off as she giggled. Jesus tits, could she be any more perfect? Giggles of enraptured fulfillment from a submissive were better than any thank you to a pleasure Dominant like me.
“You can’t believe what?” I spoke against her flesh, letting my tongue lick along the line of kisses I had just left on her thighs.
“That lovemaking could be like that,” she finally managed to mutter.
“That was not even close to a full round of lovemaking, Delilah,” I corrected, throwing her a look, knowing full well she could not see me from my current location between her thighs.
“Oh mercy,” she swore softly beneath her breath. Her body tensed beneath me. I could feel insecurity coming off of her in waves.
“Hang on, what’s wrong, love?” I questioned, lifting my head to find her gaze.
“I am so stupid. Of course, it’s not. I haven’t taken care of you in any way and I —”
“Enough,” I spoke, somewhat curtly. I was going to curtail that line of thinking immediately. Her eyes found mine, locked and wide with worry. “You have given me so much pleasure just by being able to touch you, being able to show you what it can truly be like.”
I lifted myself and moved to lie beside her, grieving the loss of having her pussy at my fingertips - and at the tip of my tongue - for only a moment.
“Sex is not transactional, Delilah. We don’t keep a tally of who gets what or when. If we did, your tally would outweigh mine for all time, if I have my way. Seeing you in the throes of passion brings me more pleasure than I can express. So, get those thoughts out of your mind, right here, right now.” My words were unyielding, but I kept my expression soft. “I simply meant that we are just getting started, love,” I added, lifting one eyebrow and giving her a smirk.
Her expression grew timid, her eyes lowering beautifully in a gesture that could have easily been mistaken for submission. I knew better than to think those thoughts.
“But what if…” she muttered, trailing off as her confidence buckled beneath the weight of whatever she had yet to say.
“Keep going, babygirl. Tell me,” I coaxed, my fingers finding her body again and running nonsensical patterns over her stomach and up to her breasts. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the whatever truth she had to reveal.
“What if I want to touch you?” she finally admitted, looking up at me through her lashes.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me, yes!
It took a solid ten seconds for me to mentally convince my aching cock not to find its way to that sweet little mouth and explode right that second. I would just tuck that little nugget of a fantasy back for a later date.
“Can you elaborate on that, please?” I managed, having to clear my throat twice before I could fully speak.
“I want to touch you. I don’t know how, though,” she admitted softly. “Will you teach me?”
Will you teach me? Will you teach me? That was it. I was officially deceased; murdered to fucking death by this secret sexual, sensual vixen of a goddess laying before me.
