After a short while, I sat up from her on my knees, taking her in again. Her arms were stretched to either side of her, palms down, and her eyes were closed. She was so fucking beautiful, I could barely contain myself. I wanted to worship every inch of her body, and I knew I’d want to do it again and again.
I leaned forward and positioned my hands on either sides of her, and centered my head above her breasts, then moved to place a soft kiss directly between her mounds. Keeping my mouth open, I glided my face down along her flesh, teasing first one side of her stomach, then the other. From there, I planted kisses, tracing a line down the front of her pelvis to the top of her left thigh, then continuing down almost to her knee. I then raised her left leg into the air, and began tracing kisses up the inside of her leg ever so slowly toward her dripping sex, stopping just as I reached it.
I spread her legs far apart and raised them into the air as I positioned my arms under them, then let them come to rest on my biceps as I curled my arms over her. My face was almost touching her, and my breath pushed hard against the fury before it. As I began planting kisses above and to the sides of her entry, I could hear Ashley moaning again, pleading again. I teased her relentlessly, enjoying fully this conquest splayed out before me.
She belonged to me. I’d done this countless times before, and it always happened the same way. I would ask her what she wanted, and she would say something generic, like, “I want you.” I would tell her to me more specific as I continued to tease her. She would say something like, “I want your tongue,” and I would again tell her to be more specific. This would go on, back and forth, until I got an answer that satisfied me, and then I would satisfy her. This, or I would grow tired of asking, and decide to just fuck her. Always the same.
“What do you want?”
Ashley’s response, “I want to feel your tongue carving tunnels into me. I want to feel your mouth sucking on my clit. I want you to draw your name along the inside of my pussy.”
I went mad with furious, passionate, needy confusion, and drove my tongue into her like I’d never done to any woman before, and was rewarded with a small yelp. I couldn’t get deep enough. As deep as I got, I needed more. I began writhing my tongue inside her, and was motivated by one simple word, over and over again: “Yes.” She didn’t scream it, but merely spoke it, and did it with such satisfaction, such command, that there was no mistaking that I was serving her completely. She knew that I was the one with the need, not her. I needed her to praise me for pleasing her, as surely as I needed food or drink or air. She was all that mattered to me in that moment, and she knew it.
My erection manifested fully again as I continued on her, in her, for I don’t know how long. My face was bathed in her juices. I alternated between slipping my tongue into her, and sucking and flicking and biting her clit. All the time I kept kissing her. All I felt was need. I was compelled to satisfy her. After a while, I retracted my right arm from under her, and introduced two fingers, working them in a curling motion as I repeatedly stroked them in and out, all the while working her button with my tongue. I could feel her excitement building, as I heard her breathing go shallow and her leg muscles start to shake on my arm. Soon, I will be rewarded.
Almost immediately, Ashley started to shake violently, and I could hear her calling out softly and shakily. The shaking kept intensifying until I knew she would break under the stress. Finally, she went silent and locked up, squeezing my head mercilessly between her powerful thighs. I continued undeterred and unabated until I felt her body start to go limp. Even then, I did not stop. I removed my fingers from her and began softly, painstakingly, and lovingly licking her down from her climax, and I continued this until I felt her hands reach down to retrieve me.
With both hands, she softly pulled my face all the way up to her own, where she looked me deep in the eyes and kissed me passionately. I did not resist, and I was not afraid. I was engulfed in her rapture, and all was right with the world.
Finally, she released me from the kiss and said, “Thank you.”
V. I sat up slowly, troubled by the feeling that something was amiss. I was concerned that I was so caught up in her already that I would lose myself, and I simply could not allow that to happen. I looked at her as she propped herself up on her elbows to smile at me. I just smiled back at her, as if in some kind of trance. After a few moments of this, I decided to take her home.
She spoke before I could, “Wow, that was great. You were awesome. Now come here, I want to try something.” She leapt from the ground effortlessly and began walking to one of the nearby benches.
You want to try something? No more than two minutes before, she had been flooding my face with her sex, shaking and sweating to my touch and tongue. Now, she was up and about like nothing had happened. I tried desperately to understand her angle. In one moment, she was a boiling hot sex object (or predator, I still couldn’t figure out which), the next she was a bubbly high schooler, capable of breaking out into cheer at any moment. I simply could not figure her out.
“What do you have in mind?” Way to tell her the plan, Dude.
She motioned to one of the benches and said, “Here. Lay down here.”
“Okay.” I wasn’t about to correct her grammar; I was simply complying with her instructions. I was still feeling more and more like this was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help myself. My imprisoned erection was hurting, and my head was beginning to.
“Wait,” came Ashley’s voice as I reached the bench. “Take off your clothes before you lay down,” she commanded, without really commanding at all.
“Oh really, now?” I was still playing the part, still trying to look like I was composed.
She started doing that fake shyness thing again, where she twisted her body back and forth. Had I been altogether there, it might have occurred to me that such a demonstration was a ridiculous picture, since she was strutting around in nothing but combat boots, and not shy about that at all. “Yup, I think you really kinda should.”
“If you insist,” as I started taking off my shirt. I’d gotten down to my underwear and was in the process of removing them when I watched her retrieve something from her purse, then quickly hide whatever it was behind her back. “Is that a condom?”
“Nope,” she happily chimed.
“Do I need one?”
“Probably,” she playfully, yet cryptically surrendered.
Here we go. I retrieved one of a few from my shorts pocket, and suddenly remembered my camera.
When I started to open the package, she jumped at me. “Wait! I wanna do it. I’ve never done it before, can I?”
“Sure,” as I handed the package to the free hand she offered, as her other was behind her back. I then finished stripping and began to lie down again as I noticed her returning to deposit the unidentified thing back into her bag. She quickly returned to me as I had reached a comfortable position.