Fleeting

A groan escaped my lips at the guttural moan she released, as her hips rose slightly off the mattress and pressed down onto my thumb harder. Trying to get the pressure she wanted, trying to put an end to my sweet torment.

I smiled against her skin, before kissing my way back to the join of her leg and torso, lingering for long moments as I breathed out over her heat. Causing her to shudder every time I exhaled, and her hips to quiver in anticipation.

A wave of her scent assaulted my nostrils, rushing up into my nose and causing me to exhaled deeply before breathing in again. I quickly lowered my mouth over her, closing my lips around her clit and sucking, swallowing the tang of wetness that lingered there. I gulped, once. Twice, attempting to calm myself before I was the cause that this torment was over before I had really finished.

Pulling away, I quickly flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, revealing in how she pushed herself up into my mouth, my nose pressing into her pubic hair as I continued slowly lap at her clit.

Pulling my thumb out of her slightly, I quickly pushed it back inside, bending it at the knuckle and pressing the tip of my thumb against the area inside of her that I knew would make her arch up into me more.

I wasn’t disappointed. And then she moaned out my name.

My entire insides clenched tightly, and I could feel my clit twitching as my insides pulsed, sending rivers of wetness escaping my body once again. Without meaning to, I softly bit down on her clit, making her gasp and jerk into me.

Turning my thumb downwards, I forced pressure in the same direction as I dragged it back out of her, holding it still for a single instant before I pulled it free of her body. Lifting my head, I looked up at her, and smiled.

She mouth was open slightly, her lips cracked with the force of the air that was rushing out and in from between them. Her eyes were slightly glazed and a thin sheen of perspiration washed over her face, causing her to look flushed.

I lifted my thumb, smiling at her softly before opening my mouth and pulling it deeply in through my lips. Closing my mouth around it and ravenously suckling off her wetness, swallowing deeply from the pure and tangy tasting liquid.

She whimpered slightly as she watched me, and I smiled up at her before I lowered my tongue back to her clit, and once again began to slowly flick the tip of it over and over again.

Brushing the backs of my fingers across her inner thigh, I ran my nail gently over her flesh, before quickly pushing two of my fingers as deep inside of her as they would go. She keened loudly, her fingers in my hair, holding me to her as her back arched at an impossible angle, before she leaned back again on her free hand.

I pulled back slightly, keeping my fingers inside of her, and swallowed heavily before reaching out my tongue again, and starting to flicker it faster over her clit, keeping my pace steady as I began to move my fingers in and out of her.

I pulled my fingers almost all the way out of her body, before I slammed them back inside of her, again, and again. Almost in perfect time with the speed of my tongue as it kept it’s virgil over her clit.

I could feel her hips thrusting in time with my fingers, her body twitching and her inner muscles gripping my fingers ever tighter. Her wetness was flowing at a steady pace out over my fingers, slowly covering my hand and seeping down my wrist in thin rivers.

The fingers she had in my hair gripped the tresses tighter and I felt her body start to arch up from under me, pressing her hips further into my hand and mouth. All I could hear was the heavy sound of her breathing, gasping, hitching out of her mouth, accompanied by short, sharp moans.

I looked up at her, staring at the sight of her. Eyes screwed closed tightly, mouth open slightly, her chest heaving and her body shaking, twitching from my ministrations. Her forehead was beaded with little droplets of perspiration and I could see the pulse point on her neck flickering so fast and so hard, it would have frightened me.

Expect, at that moment, she opened her eyes and looked down at me, for only a second, before her head fell backwards again and her back once against arched her up off the bed.

Her body stilled for one, single, endless moment, as if she were a spring. And then the spring snapped. She dropped to the bed again, her breathing coming out irregular, stilling for the gasped, hitched groan that uttered its way out of her mouth.

Her hips twitched against me, her inner muscles pulsating around my fingers, attempting to draw them in deeper, to hold them there. Her grip on my hair had become impossibly taunt, not painful, and not yanking the hair out of my scalp, but keeping me exactly where I was.

I stopped the movement of my fingers, slowing down the speed of my tongue to a very slow, very gentle lapping. I was determined to draw out every last moment of her orgasm, and watch every single second of it.

Finally, her body relaxed and fell fully back onto the bed. Her eyes once again closed as she breathed deeply, letting go of my hair, her hand falling to my shoulder as she attempted to grip on to my skin.

I sat there, looking at her, my fingers still buried deep inside of her, and a torrent of her wetness covering my chin. I watched as her breathing leveled out, I watched as her heaving chest began to slow. I watched as the perspiration on her forehead started to dry.

She finally opened her eyes again, smiling down at me and swallowing deeply a few times before she pushed herself up into sitting. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, straightening my back and looking up at her, my tongue sneaking out every couple of seconds to taste her still on my lips.

I reached up my hand, intent to wipe the wetness from my face, but she stopped me, holding my wrist, as she leaned down and slowly licked herself off my face. I moaned, my eyes closing of their own accord as she cleaned my chin, kissing every single drop of her from me.

She pulled back as I opened my eyes again, and I smiled softly at her before I lifted my fingers and slowly pushed them into my mouth, sucking and licking her off me, swallowing the distinctive tang of just her from my digits and grinning around them.

My grin widened as I pulled my fingers from my mouth, watching her as she watched me. She caught my eyes again and smiled back. Her patented lopsided smirk as she lifted her hand and softly ran her fingers through my hair.

Raising myself off my legs, I knelt between her own and wrapped my arms gently around her back. She kissed the top of my head as she ran her fingers down the side of my neck, and I could feel her smiling against my raven colored hair.

I pulled away slightly, watching her as she smiled at mong ong and slow, before pulling herself from the edge of the bed, shifting herself further backwards until she was led down fully.

She looked at me then, smiling softly as she laid on her side and wriggled her finger at me, telling me to come to her. I pulled myself up onto the bed and crawled over to her, watching as she shifted onto her bed.

Opening her legs, she grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her, pulling my lips to hers and ravishing my lips with a kiss so heated I felt as if I were going to burn from her.

“Let me show you” she whispered against my lips, looking up into my eyes.


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