His tongue is relentless. He eats me up like a man starved. His tongue curls inside me, and my hands move from the duvet to grab onto his hair. My fingers pull on the ends of his hair to draw him closer. Based on the growl at the back of his throat I can tell he likes how rough I'm handling him.
My hips begin to move on their own accord, needing more. And as if the man can read my mind he replaces his tongue with his fingers and then starts flicking at my clit.
My back bows off the bed as I cry, "Oak!"
I swear I can feel him smirk against me. His teeth then bite down on my clit, and it has my legs wrapping around his head.
"Oh my god, Oak! Yes!" I've never felt this amount of pleasure before. I'm no blushing virgin, I've had my fair share of experiences but this? I've never experienced anything as mind blowing.
His teeth let go of my clit and then he soothes it with his tongue before kissing it.
I feel the intense pressure building back up. The heat in my lower abdomen rising higher and higher. I'm about to come. I'm so fucking close.
As his fingers slip out of me his tongue plunges back in. "Oak!" He tongues me faster this time. And as he does he flicks my clit furiously.
I feel as if I'm on sensory overload. It's only a matter of time before I go up in flames.
And when he curls his tongue inside me that's when it happens.
An orgasm rocks through my body and it has me lying flat on my back. "Oak!" I scream out his name as he swallows me down and licks up my pussy, making sure that he doesn't miss one drop.
Oh my fucking god.
How is any of this real?
How does one experience pleasure like this without questioning the fucking universe?
I feel him slither his way up above me. His lips pressing opened mouth kisses up my body before he finally meets my mouth.
He kisses me and I can taste myself on his tongue.
As he releases my lips I look up at him orgasm drunk, yet he still looks wild and ravenous.
"Best meal I ever fucking had," he tells me.
If I had the energy to blush I would. Instead I smile up at him dazed.
Two orgasms.
Two fucking orgasms.
His finger traces the smile on my lips. There's this peaceful look in his eyes, a warmth that's never been there before. And my god it makes my heart fucking swell. "You're so god damned beautiful," he says hoarsely.
I lift my hand up and trace the features of his face, starting with his brow bone, then his cheekbone, down to his jawline, and finally tracing his lips. He kisses the pad of my finger so sweet and soft.
"You are, too," I whisper back at him.
He smiles but not fully.
He brushes a soft kiss to my bruising lips. Before he can pull away I tangle my fingers in his hair and clutch him closer to me. I then wrap my legs around his back and lock him to me.
I kiss him fiercely, opening my mouth and tangling my tongue with his.
I want him to feel from this kiss just how much he means to me. I want him to feel just how beautiful I think he is.
He groans, the sound coming from the back of his throat, and he kisses me harder.
Untangling my fingers from his hair I then trail it down his back. He shudders under my touch but it's when I move my hand down his lower abdomen and then palm his erection through his jeans that he becomes absolutely still.
