Note: This is part 2 of a 3 part series on one evening of sex. Read part 1 here.
I laid back, waiting for him to make his move. Had I changed his mind?
Yes, I had. He laid down in between my legs to see my freshly shaved pussy. He laid sideways so one of my legs was over his body. I opened my legs far for him, and one touch of his finger to my clit, so light, so gentle, had my eyes closed tight. He slowly slid his tongue over my clit and I moaned loudly. He teased me lightly, fingers from both hands wandering around my pussy.
I moaned and cried out, he flicked his tongue across me rapidly. It was like heaven touching me. My whole world became my clit, my pussy, my vagina. A finger in me, gentle, barely there, tantalizing me as his tongue wandered up, down, and circled my clitoris. His tongue wandered down me, to the spot just below my clit.
As he teased me, he would stop his tongue and not move it, just let it sit on me. My body would tremble, and I begged him to move against me. He would sometimes remove his tongue altogether and yawn, I could feel his whole body fill with air. But he didn’t act tired as he played with me, he continued loving my clit. His finger wandered further into me, fucking me gently as he sucked at my clit. His wet mouth felt amazing on me.
Then another yawn. But this time, I heard something different. He wasn’t exhaling air. He was inhaling.
“Are you smelling my pussy?” I ask, bewildered.
“Mmhmm,” he tells me. He inhales again, and I feel his fingers pulling my lips wider apart. I am awed. he goes back to licking my pussy, and I feel a wave of emotions hitting me. My eyes prick with tears. I am overcome. He is eating me more intensely, and I’m moaning in high pitched almost squeals of pleasure.
He smells me again, and eats, and smells more. Now that he knows I’m aware of what he’s doing, he’s smelling me more, nose practically touching me as he fills himself with my scent.
I am overwhelmed. I start to cry a little as he eats and sucks at my clit. I’m almost to orgasm and I’m feeling the most wonderful, compelling joy I’ve ever experienced. He sniffs and smells me, he inhales as deeply as he can. Finally, I start to cum and it feels good but I’m distracted by my emotions of the moment. As I’m cumming his finger takes over my clit, but I push his wrist away. I can’t take it. He stops and sits up, confused.
He looks at my face and asks what’s going on. I look at him, and the reality of my experience takes over. I look at him with blurry eyes, I try to tell him, to find words. But I can’t. Tears start to fall down my face and he puts a hand on my face and asks me gently what’s up.
I try to verbalize the whirlwind I’m in, “I’m…. I’m… just…” and then I’m in full tears, crying. “I’m so happy!” with a sob I roll to my side and curl up into a little ball. He immediately surrounds me, holding me to him. He’s cradling me against him and I’m wrapped around him. I’m sobbing into him. He’s letting me cry. He’s not sure what to say.
“You just… you just don’t know what it feels like!” I cry. “To go from being told you’re so dirty and gross to be loved like this…” I can’t describe what I’m feeling. All I can do is just cry into him. “I never imagined that someone could ever love my body like this.”
He holds me, and chuckles, “Honey, I love you. You are so beautiful, so sexy, I love every part of you. He was a moron you smell so good baby.” He holds me tight to him.
I calm down and he kisses my cheek wet from tears. He makes sure I look into his eyes and he asks if he can continue making me cum, he’s not done yet. I bashfully nod my approval.
He kisses my stomach as he crawls down in between my legs again. He smells me more, pulling my lips wide. He licks and sucks at me more and more. I’m in emotional ecstasy, and he makes a show of smelling me as much as he can. Big, deep breaths. He makes me cum twice more.
I feel vulnerable, close. He moves up to kiss him and I taste sweet on his mouth. But then he shows me his very hard dick, and he tells him he needs to fuck me, the smell of my pussy has made him rock hard…
to be continued.