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Alone in the great outdoors.
My voice softly floats up to you:
"There's quite a mess down here that needs cleaning up."
And my tongue scoops inside of you, wiggling now that I know you're awake, and you fall back on the pillow with a moan. I am concentrating right now on filling you with my tongue, searching out each hidden fold and nook of your skin, and twisting the tip of my tongue against it, licking you clean. My tongue swoops and swirls inside your cunt, moves like an eel undersea, coiling and waving and liquid. I scrub you down with my tongue, inside and out; I sponge you with my mouth, wetting you down further and absorbing our wetness again. I lick you from your ass in long swipes up to your clit and back down. I circle your pussy like water whirlpooling down a drain. I move my mouth against you again and again ...
... until there is no longer even a pretense of cleaning, and I begin to stroke you with my tongue. My hands curl around your thighs, pulling you close against my mouth, and I lick you fast and deep, again and again. You squeeze your eyes shut until you see stars; you speak my name and believe that you see the word in neon against the night. I am licking you hard, my fingers reaching down to your ass and digging into your flesh for purchase, my lips tight against yours. Your hips begin to move as you fuck back against me. You are breathing faster, deeper, harder. Muscles begin to clench inside you.
Just as you think that I am going to drive you over the edge, to take you to orgasm just from my tongue and my face pressed to your cunt, I pull back. I move up to lick your clit; gently at first, tracing circles around it, flicking under it and then licking around again. While I do this I reach up as far as I can and my eager fingers find your nipples. They mimic my tongue on your clit; when my tongue circles, they circle. When my tongue darts in, they squeeze and pull a little. You arch your back, cursing as I tease you, as I lick and touch you just enough to keep you crazy but not to make you come. My forehead is against your gorgeous stomach; you can feel my hair falling across your skin.
There's something about not being able to see me down there that makes you even wilder, makes you need my touch more. It's almost like dreaming, like the frustration of falling and never hitting the ground, and you can't stand it any more. You curl up, burying your hands in my hair, and push my face down, moaning, "Please ..."
I understand; I know what you need. But instead of allowing myself to be guided, I continue to lick at your clit, but I thrust three fingers of my right hand, all at once, deep into your pussy and wiggle them there. Like an electric shock, their touch jolts you back against the bed. You feel them inside you, fucking you hard and deep, curling on the upstroke to trace the roof of your cunt, sliding out almost to the fingernails, then in one smooth push back inside you.
You can feel it start to rise inside you already. Your nipples are so hard they ache; your clit is stiff against my tongue, which flicks it faster and faster. Your whole body is shaking. I slide one of those three slick fingers out and down, working it into your ass. You writhe, impaled on my hand, caressed by my tongue and my lips and my hair brushing against your skin, crazy from my touch, and in the darkness time seems to have stopped, this moment just before you come seems to stretch to eternity. You have time to focus on the breeze from the window against your breasts, your own tongue against your lips, the golden melting flood rising within your stomach, your cunt, your hips, each fraction of a second as I caress your liquid soul ...
And then time seems to jump directly into fast forward, with the brutal rush of a roller coaster racing for the bottom of a hill, and you come.