Only a few men had ever even gone down on me. Two, to be precise. And they'd been terrible at it. In their defense, we'd been pretty young and inexperienced. One had at least tried and tried and tried and tried, bless him.
But the other? He'd acted like it was a chore. And that feeling had never quite gone away. That a man could actually enjoy doing this.
This man, however? Judging by the noises he was making, he was into it. Way into it.
His tongue plunged into me, playing with that ultra sensitive area like it was his life's mission.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
"Not God, baby. Phantom."
I couldn't help laughing, his own chuckle vibrating against me. Something about our shared laughter during such a big moment relaxed me and made the experience even more amazing.
A big smile on my face, I stopped trying to grab onto the wall and instead moved my hands to his hair, gripping the back of his head greedily.
And he responded in kind, lapping me up like he was a starving man.
He licked me aggressively, then found his way to my clit with his tongue, nearly making my knees buckle at the ferocity of the sensation. Making a slow circle, I thought I might die with his torturous teasing.
Then the stroking began, back and forth, thorough, exquisite, light pressure that drove me crazy. This man for sure knew what he was doing. Did he teach a class in this? He was clearly a king at oral.
Moving both hands to my pussy, he spread me apart even more, baring my clit to his lavish attention. The pressure mounted, the strokes of his tongue increasing in force, intensity.
This man was expertly guiding me to a climax that would make me see a million stars. I couldn't have dreamed of a better man to have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Everything about it was pure magic.
Wearing a dress of my own creation, the setting, the city's lights twinkling from a far window, the scent of him, and...andhis tongue, his mouth, hiseverything.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, then used his tongue to keep stroking, and I truly thought I might die with the pleasure. Oh, my God. No one had ever done such a move before. Never. Not even close. I hadn't even known it was possible.
And fuck me. It was divine.
"That..." I tried to say on a gasp. "...feels... so..."
I stopped talking, the overwhelming pressure, sensation, exquisite feeling of an orgasm riding up on me, every muscle in my body tightening. Clutching my fingers in his hair, I braced myself, wondering if I might pass out.
The pressure built. And built. Flicking, sucking, flicking, sucking, my God.
And then it hit me. Like an avalanche. Cresting over me. Cascading through me.
I shook with the release, my pussy pulsing, my every nerve ending from head to toe zinging with ecstasy.
"Oh, my God," I cried out, the waves never ending as he gently kept stroking me through it, riding it out with me, practically holding me up with his mouth, his body, his sheer strength.
Not only was it the climax of all climaxes, but the way he was supporting me was incredible. This total stranger—well, acquaintance now—treated me with more care than any of my previous partners.
My heart pounded, my lungs struggled for breath, the aftershocks consuming me, until mystery man sweetly kissed my very sensitive clit then slowly pulled away.
Standing up to his full height, he smiled down at me, a soft smile that made something in my chest tighten. Oh, crap.
This is only one night, I reminded myself.Catching any feelings is not in the cards.
"Hi," I said like a total dork.
He laughed. "Hi."
"That was pretty freaking amazing," I gushed.
"Yeah? Am I doing an okay job with that whole seduction thing you asked me for?"
