Page 340 of S is for SEX

I pulled up my shorts and turned off the water.

As I walked back into the bed room, Vee was still playing with her nipples. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the floor as I sat on the edge of the bed. I reached for the waist of my short, began to unbutton them, and hesitated.

“You know, babe,” I said as I smiled and knelt down on the bed.

I couldn’t let this woman down. And I didn’t want her to know what I was going through mentally, physically, or emotionally.

“I don’t want to cheapen this night up with making it feel like we’re forced to have sex when what I really want to do it this,” I said as I pulled back the covers and began to force my way between her thighs.

As I lowered my face between her legs, she spread her thighs apart and exhaled a heavy sigh. Slowly, I began to lick her pussy and finger her softly. As she moaned in pleasure I looked up and into her eyes and winked.

I closed my eyes and realized if I couldn’t give her what she hoped for, I could sure attempt to make her happy with what it was that I could offer her. I buried my face in her pussy and began to tickle her clit with my tongue.

“Holy fuck, Michael. Oh…my…God. That feels…so,” she raised her hips and paused.

“Good,” she sighed.

I continued to work my finger in and out of her pussy and suck her clit. As she began to moan, I flicked the tip of my tongue along her clit as rapidly as I could. I increased the speed of my finger as I slid it in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Slowly and with rhythm, she began to buck her hips against my face.

After less than a minute of her hip gyrations and my Lickle trick, her breathing changed. She began to breathe heavily and moan loudly.

“Ripp…”

“Stop…I think…I…think…I’m going to…die,” she breathed.

I continued to flick my tongue against her clit and lick her pussy as rapidly as my tongue would allow. I have great control over my tongue and I was giving her all I had. As I did my best to please the woman that I loved, she pulled her hips from me, attempting to bury her ass into the bed. She was almost there.

I continued to torture her clit with the tip of my tongue as my finger worked in and out of her wetness. As I felt her begin to contract deep inside, I pressed her clit between my upper lip and the tip of my tongue.

“Holy fuck, I’m…”

“Oh…”

“Oh my…”

“God…”

I continued to suck and lick as I held my finger deep inside of her, curling the tip of it upward. As I licked her clit, she moaned and groaned as she attempted to pull herself away from my mouth. As she pulled away, I followed her, pressing my face into her further.

“Stop. I can’t…”

“I can’t, Ripp. Michael. Whoever you are. Just stop. Give me…”

“Give me a minute. Jesus. What the fuck was that?” she raised herself onto her elbows and looked at me, confused.

“Lickle. It’s…uhhm,” I wiped her cum from my face.

“It’s licking and tickling at the same time,” I held my tongue out and wiggled the tip of it so she could see.

“So you can repeat it?” she asked.

“Yep, I invented it,” I responded.

“Lickle?” she asked.

“Yep,” I smiled.

“Huh. Okay. Well, give me a minute, I really need it. That was intense, holy crap. I uhhm. I’ve never really had an orgasm like that,” she breathed.

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