Well, when she puts it like that…
Who the hell am I to deny the woman what she wants?
I lay back and let Delilah continue her exploration of my body, allowing my reactions to guide her towards the things I like the most. I don’t want to put unneeded pressure on her to hit all the right spots and make me come like a champ right away, so I don’t give too much instruction other than an encouraging and genuine “yes” or “right there” when she finds a particularly sensitive spot to touch or lick. When the time comes, I’ll give her any direction sheneeds, but for now, I’m content to lie back and let her play. Lilah mentioned last night that even though I did get off, she realized it was mostly me using her body to masturbate and though we were too tired for more, she wanted me to know that she fully planned on being a more active participant in our sex life.
I told her that it didn’t matter to me because the orgasm I had last night was the strongest and best one I can remember, and that I’d happily use her leg as a sex toy for the rest of my life if she’d allow me.
I didn’t mention that I’d given myself another tiny orgasm while I was eating her pussy last night. The taste of her was too damn sweet, and the sound of her muffled moans and cries were too damn enticing for me to not press my fingers to my clit while I sucked on hers.
Delilah’s lips drift further down my belly, her tongue dipping into my navel and teasing the jewelry there. I gasp and my hips buck involuntarily, causing me to press my core into her body. The slight touch of her body against my pussy makes me groan and I want so badly to reach into the boxers I never took off last night and rub the ache away while I watch Delilah just look at me with that lust in her eyes, but I resist the urge.
She reaches the waistband of my boxers andpauses momentarily, as if she’s nervous about what she’ll find underneath.
“You don’t have to,” I say, and she lightly taps the side of my ass.
“I want to. Hips up for me, honey.”
Fuck, that naughty rasp in her voice is too much to bear. I lift my hips and Delilah slowly pulls my boxers down, revealing the apex of my thighs inch by agonizing inch. The sharp intake of her breath sends a wave of feminine pride through me as my pussy comes into view. Like all the hidden spots on my body, I like a little bit of decoration under my panties. My hair is groomed with a simple bikini wax, leaving a triangular tuft right in the middle. I couldn’t care less about the presence of pubic hair or lack thereof with my partners—in fact, I tend to believe the more the better—but the tattoo at the top of my mound deserves attention when I’m naked so I keep my own hair waxed so I can show it off.
Delilah stares at my pussy for what feels like forever until I start to squirm under her scrutiny. Her tongue swipes over her lips, which part as she lets out a shaky breath.
“You have a strawberry tattoo on your pussy,” she whispers, never taking her eyes off me.
“I do. I got it a few years ago.”
It’s my only tattoo that is done in more than justblack ink. The tiny tat is about the size of a quarter, a juicy strawberry split in half to show off a pretty set of lips and a clit whose hood extends to the stem. Devi inked it for me as a celebration of my sexuality and of femininity at large. I wanted to capture the way you can find the beauty of the vagina naturally occurring everywhere in nature if you know where to look, as well as the poetry of fruit both bearing the seeds and sustaining the circle of life.
Why I chose a strawberry over any other fruit, especially when they don’t even rank in my top five favorite fruits? The answer is as pathetic as it is obvious.
“And your clit is pierced,” Delilah whispers.
“Mhmm,” I mutter, my thighs shaking with need as the seconds stretch on.
“Is it sensitive?” She finally meets my eyes, and I nod.
“Very, in all the best ways.”
She stares at me for an eternity. I desperately want her to do something—anything—to satiate the need building inside of me, but Delilah’s undivided attention on my most intimate parts is something intoxicating all on its own.
“You are so beautiful, Ivy. Your body…you’re scrambling my goddamn brain.”
The next moment feels like an eternity, and Iwatch in lusty awe as Delilah slides two fingers between her lips, wetting the digits before gently pressing them right above the hood of my clit and rubbing slowly.
My head falls back on a long moan, warmth radiating through my body as I finally get the friction I’ve been so desperate for exactly where I need it. She explores my pussy just as slowly and attentively as she did the rest of my body, sliding her fingers between my folds, dipping into my entrance and tracing back up to bring my wetness up to my clit. She gently fiddles with the barbell pierced vertically through my clitoral hood, wiggling it back and forth, up and down, and lighting up every nerve in that sensitive bundle until I don’t think I can take it much longer.
And just when I’m about to allow myself to fall over the edge I’ve been hanging on and let the gentle, rolling waves of a slow but steady orgasm sweep me away, Delilah does the unexpected.
She lowers her head and licks me from bottom to top and back again, just like I did to her last night.
“Lilah!” I gasp, my back bowing off the bed. My stomach twists into a delicious knot as she flicks my piercing with the tip of her tongue. “Fuck, Lilah, you?—”
“Don’t tell me I don’t have to,” she cuts me off. “Iwant to eat you out so fucking bad. Please, Vee. I’ve thought about this so much, please don’t make me stop.”
Her bottom lip juts out into a luscious pout, brown eyes sparkling up at me with desperation and desire. Delilah might be the one with her head between my legs, but goddamn she has all the power. I think she might finally be realizing just how tightly I’m wrapped around her little finger.
“Oh, Lilah baby, you’re so pretty when you beg. I wasn’t going to tell you to stop. I was going to tell you how fucking hot you look between my legs. You want to eat my pussy, sweetheart?”
She nods furiously, little moans coming from the back of her throat like a begging puppy.
