Servicing His Slut (pt. 1)
“Why don’t you get naked?” he asked me, flashing me that cunning smile.
“Naked?” I asked him, looking around. We were not necessarily secluded, but we were somewhat out of sight. Naked is usually risky. But he was asking me, not telling me.
“Yes, I want you to get completely naked. See what happens,” he had kind of a wicked smile. Those eyes that burn through me even when he’s smiling. I leaned and and we shared a kiss. His tongue tickling my lips and sweeping across mine. His kisses are gentle and passionate, even when he’s fierce. “Are you going to get naked too?” I asked. He laughed and then said plainly, “Naked. now.”
First the top, then the bra. I look around and it’s fine. I laughed and said, “You know I have body issues.” as my pants come down. He pushes me so I am laying back, his hands running over my breasts. over my stomach (AHK!)- down to my pussy. I am not shaved right now. I thought for a moment that perhaps I should be, but damn if I have time for that kind of upkeep. There’s never a lot of hair, it’s not a disaster down there. He slid his fingers over my pussy, already feeling my wetness on his fingers. I could already smell my arousal. His fingers slid inside me, feeling the wetness and gently caressing me- his fingers exploring the folds of my moist flesh. Watching me.
“Move this way, and scoot up a bit,” I complied and settled into place just as his mouth came down on me. His tongue came slipped inside me and I heard him inhale my scent as I gasped with pleasure. He connected with my clit. Circled and stroked. Hard, soft, pressure then gentle strokes. Focusing beneath my clit, swooping underneath and surrounding me with his lips. Connecting with my sensitive side and focusing in, so gently stroking me and driving me wild.
I reached for something. Anything to grab on to. He held my body in place, but allowed me to thrash a bit. It was too soon, but here I was- on the edge of an orgasm. How can anyone make me cum this fast?? Jesus. I called out, I cursed, I grabbed him by the neck and rocked into his face. Cumming in a delicious wave. I never had to say, “right there, or don’t stop” or “Over a little bit.” I came and he lapped up my juices in a truly obedient way. Feeling them on his tongue. I caught my breath, shaking- feeling his tongue still resting on my clit. He was waiting, feeling my clit pulsing on his tongue, waiting for my breathing to settle, for my body to slow a bit. Before I had a chance to ask, he started swirling his tongue around my clit again. Softer this time, building me up.. Applying pressure and stroking me, petting me, licking me. As my breathing quickened, he held on to me and stirred his tongue hard against me as he brought me there, one more time.
I laid breathless, my body quivering and wondering if it was all the electronic foreplay, or maybe the stress of the day or just an intense desire to release that got me cumming so fucking quickly. He was in his zone. Servicing me. I forget that he is primary submissive and he had slipped out of his role as a Dominant lover to me. because he knew that is what I wanted. I wondered if I could push, just a little bit. I pushed him away from my aching cunt and sat up to face him. We kissed again. I tasted my sex on his lips. I really like kissing him and I very much like that in the middle of the intense fucking, we have these brief moments of tenderness that make me smile and sigh.
I purred into his mouth, praising his talent and skill. His looked at me through his lashes- definitely accepting my praise and looking grateful that I was giving it, however confident he is in his prowess. We are very much alike in this way, wanting the attention- needing to be told we are good-even if we know we are.
I moaned softly, kissing him one last time, and then I said to him, in a strong whisper, “Fuck me…. now.”
[...] Part 1, HERE [...]
[...] Part 1, HERE [...]