I lie down on the bed, and lower my head until I can inhale her heady scent.
Fucking heaven.
I slip the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips.
She gasps a sharp breath of surprise.
I slip my tongue further in.
She pants in a strangled voice as she pulls on the bonds.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demand.
“It’s too much,” she says.
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“I never said that.” Her tone is indignant.
“Just checking.”
“I’m not used to being with a man who’s this talented with his fingers and his tongue,” she admits.
“Sounds like you’re upgrading tonight,” I chuckle.
“Big time,” she laughs.
“Now that you’ve distracted me, I’m going to have to make up for those precious minutes lost.”
“It doesn’t sound like it’s going to bode too well for me.”
“On the contrary,” I tell her.
I resume my mission.
Pinning her legs open, my mouth begins to work her sensitive flesh with the same intensity that I'd kissed her mouth.
“Oh shit,” she exclaims, then yelps as my tongue pushes inside her.
I double my efforts, pumping my tongue in and out of her slick pussy.
“Your tongue... I love what it’s doing to me.”
I replace my tongue with two fingers as I close my lips around her clit.
She thrashes and whimpers as I play her like a damn violin.
“Dear God, my whole body is going to shatter into a million pieces!” she shouts.
I pull my mouth away from her intoxicating pussy, but leave my fingers lodged deep in her warmth.
I might not be able to see her eyes, but her heavy panting tells the whole story.
“I didn’t use the safe word,” she wails. “Why did you stop?” She’s ticked off.
I tsk.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth.