She’s sweating.
I lie still and let her.
It is the outlet.
I don’t know how much time passes.
What I know is that I don’t feel anything down there anymore.
Her arms start shaking.
She slows down.
Sweat drips onto my face.
Her eyes flicker.
It’s the one vulnerable moment.
“Stop,” I whisper.
She looks at me.
She stops.
She stopped.
Her eyes widen in horror.
“Lick me,” I say. “Make me come.”
She stares at me as if I were a different person.
And maybe I am.
She slips the strap out of me.
Crawls down.
Her tongue trails over my labia.
I roll my hips and close my eyes.
She circles around my clit.
Just her tongue.
Sensual.
Not forcefully.
I moan slightly.
I grasp her head.
Push her face into me.
Images flash through my mind.
