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She moans in her sleep but doesn’t
wake up, only shifting slightly and helping me by unconsciously spreading her
legs a little wider.
I thank her by briefly pressing my
lips against her beautiful clitoris. She moans again and shifts some more,
apparently enjoying that bit of contact. But I don’t linger there long. I
return my attentions to her inner thighs, licking and gently biting at, first
the right, then the left. I circle my tongue round in round on this one section
of her right thigh before, slowly, dragging it up, skipping over her womanhood,
and moving to lick around her upper pelvic area. I kiss and suction my lips
along her waistline and down a fraction of an inch lower to where the unkempt
patch of hair above her sex begins. I tenderly kiss the soft skin, taking bits
of it into my mouth intermittently.
She groans and pushes the crown of her
head back into her pillow, elevating her chin some. I make no move to rush my
fun, however, and only do the exact thing I just did all over again, but this
time starting by making circles with my tongue on her left thigh, skipping over her womanhood as I do.
By the time I finish this section of
my teasing, Asha’s breathing has picked up and I can’t tell if she’s still
asleep or not. I think she is though. The way she’s still mumbling vaguely now
and then in between soft moans and the way her eyes have yet to so much as
flicker upwards. Judging by a few phrases that rise above the rest of the
mumblings, such as ‘turn off the engine first’ and ‘watch out for cops’ and also
‘never done it here before’ along with random words like ‘window-wipers’ and
‘convertible’, I imagine she’s having some sort of wet dream about us, probably
getting it on inside some car on the side of the road.
Hmm. Now there’s a thought…
Letting the image guide me, I finally
bless her with my tongue again, right where she wants. Gently, I prod at her
now glistening clitoris with the tip of my tongue, not doing much more than
repeated flicks, the rough surface tapping rhythmically at her sensitive skin.
Hint enough to show her what’s waiting eventually but less enough to dry her
crazy thinking of it. I keep this up until soon, her hips rise off the bed in
that same slow rhythm, trying to match my tongue and meet it each time, hoping
to gain more contact that way.
Just as she’s really getting the feel,
matching my laps perfectly—I pull back. Repeat the process I started earlier.
Wet circles along her right inner thigh. Up over her sex to her upper pelvic
area. Along her waistline. Down slightly to the top of her russet jungle. Then
again starting with the left thigh.
When I finish my routine this time,
she’s squirming, clearly restless for something more. Hm. What, I wonder. Maybe…this?
I press the center of my tongue firmly
over her eager bud and give one long lick, decisive and with purpose. She moans
loudly and impatiently pushes herself against my mouth again. So I do it once
more, licking her clitoris firmly then surprising her by suddenly suctioning
the bead into my mouth and giving it a harsh suck. She cries out and I do it
all over again. Hard lick, deep suck. Hard lick, deeper suck. I do this until
she’s basically thrusting herself into my mouth, her hands finally coming down
from above her head to fist in my hair. I can feel her arousal brimming over,
her wetness lightly veiling the skin on my chin.
Changing tactics, I begin quickly
flicking her clitoris again, rapid, hasty movements that leave her, first,
confused at the change, then, eager to keep up. She tightens her hold in my
dark curls, attempting, I suppose, to force my head closer to her. But I
resist, pushing back against her small hands. I only give her the tip of my
tongue in harsh, swift strokes.
Deciding that I’m curious as to
exactly how much self lubrication she’s apprehended since I started as well as
eager for a decent mouthful of her flavor, I suddenly bring my tongue down to
the entrance of her sex and insert it sharply and without preamble. She yelps
my name and rolls her hips against my mouth. I answer by removing my hands from
pressing open her thighs and instead shifting them underneath her in order to
bring her closer. I moan into her heat, my nose brushing against the softness
of her pubic hair, inhaling the scent of her sex and glorying in it.
She tastes as sweet and tart as ever,
the perfect flavor of Asha. So mouthwatering. So insatiably delicious.
Sharply thrusting my tongue in and out
of her, brushing the rough tip along the edges of her hot inner-walls, the
ceiling of her cave, circling the hole three times before thrusting into it
again, I can feel her quickening beneath my face…and boy do I want it. I
alternate now between sucking her clitoris and thrusting into her wetness,
diving into it, gobbling her flavor up like a starved war veteran.
Moments later, she’s arching her hips
off the bed and moaning my name as she releases her juice into my awaiting
mouth. I continue to lick at her, thrusting my tongue inside her as she cums,
mumbling encouragements for her give me everything she’s got.
Even when she exhales, shudders, and
returns her butt to the bead, it still isn’t enough. Not just yet. I’ve been
without her nearly two whole months.
No…I need more. At least a little more to
tide me over.
As her body continues to tremble,
minor aftershocks still taking place, I remove one of my hands from beneath her
bum and slowly insert a long middle finger deep inside her still-quivering sex.
Her wet, sticky walls embrace my finger and I find myself closing my eyes and
pressing my forehead to the middle of her pubic hair in sweet, sweet
cherishment of her vagina, always so moist and ready for me—my tongue, my
fingers, my cock…anything. She’s so compliant. Always wanting to receive
whenever I desire to give. Always needing whatever I need her to take. My Asha.
Her body…my temple.
Thrusting my middle finger gradually
into her, very slowly going knuckle-deep then drawing back out, only to repeat
the leisurely torture, I bring my mouth back to her clitoris and give a nice,
long, wet lick, purposefully making the slurping noise just so she understands
how much I’m enjoying her flavor on my tongue. I insert another finger, keeping
with the gradual pace I set, my lips locking tightly around her clit,
suctioning it into my mouth with an intensity that contradicts the slowness of
my fingers inside her dripping core.
She’s so wet right now. So sweetly,
agonizingly wet that the frustration of not thrusting my cock inside of her is
causing me to take that frustration out on her with my fingers. Now three of
them. Slowly…easing into her saturated opening with impossible
effortlessness…then withdrawing just as tortuously slow, my tongue making long,
languid licks from her entrance where my fingers remain incased, up greedily to
her blatantly swollen and overly-sensitized clit. She’s whimpering now, her
hips squirming beneath me as she becomes unsure what to do with all the
different sensations.
“Michael…Michael, baby…”
“Daddy.”
She sucks her lip in, clearly confused
with my one-word statement, but only whimpers, “Baby…”
Already in the process of a slow
withdrawal, I surprise her by forcing my three fingers back into her with
strength paradoxical to our set pace tonight. Looking up at her through long
lashes, brows knit, and corners of my mouth pulled down, reprimanding, I
repeat, “Daddy. I want you to call me Daddy for the rest of the night.”
Her brow arches. Surprised.
I smirk. “I’ve got another seed
implanted in you, girl. I wanna get used to my new title.” Returning my
attention to her sopping opening once more, I withdraw sticky, white fingers
and suction my lips around her lower-lips while inserting my tongue again,
stabbing her insides with it repeatedly.
“Daddy…”
She cries hoarsely, her head thrown back, hands pulling at my hair for lack of
another outlet, and her hips forcing themselves up against me.
“That’s right, babygirl…That’s right…”
I groan into her, rubbing my thumb in circles over her clit while I slurp and
suck at her utterly drenched opening. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to shove
George headfirst into that ocean. I almost cum at the thought. I insert two
fingers again and long-stroke her clit simultaneously with my tongue once more,
this time picking up speed.
“Oh, Daddy…more, Daddy…Oooh, fuck
yesss…”
“Oh, sweet girl…” I mumble against her
sex, smothering her clitoris in gentle kisses as I finger-sex her to
completion. I feel her quickening around my hand, her walls closing in. “Daddy
loves fucking you with his mouth, babygirl…you’re so wet and juicy…I love
eating you out, little girl. I love
this.”
“Daddy…Mmm, Daddy I love it too…” Asha
sighs, rocking into me frantically as her second orgasm comes up. She fists her
hands in my hair painfully and thrusts against my mouth. I take the punishment
and bury my face into her, my nose rubbing against her clitoris then in her
pubic hair once more as I suck her clit back into my mouth, my index, middle,
and ring finger hammering into that beautiful abyss beyond her saturated folds.
“Ahh…Dah-Da…Daddy, I’m gonna…Oh fuck me,
handsome…”
“That’s what’s Daddy’s doing for you,
girl…You feel it?” I mutter. “Hm? You feel what I’m doing to your body, girl?”
Gathering the saliva in my mouth, I
pull my digits from her and hook the index and middle finger of each hand
within either side of her opening—widening her up before my eyes—and I hawk my
spit right down the hole. Groaning and kissing her, my lips massaging the
residue saliva into her lower lips before my fingers find themselves right back
into her core, I lean up and press my mouth around her navel, protruding just
barely from its original place due to our twelve-week fetus hiding beneath it.
“Babygirl, my love…I love you so
much,” I whisper, kissing all around her stomach as she tightens with finality,
her walls hugging the width of my fingers. “Cum for me, beautiful…I just love
to watch you cum; I love to see you satisfied, my sweet, sweet little girl…”
With a final ragged whimper of my
name, Asha lets go around my fingers once again. I continue to kiss her as my
fingers continue thrusting in and out, prolonging her orgasm and finally sating
my craving for her…
For now.
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