Taste

I woke up this morning with only one desire – a hot, wet mouth on my body.

Kiss my cheek, nibble my lips, my jawline. Rub your face into my neck, licking and sucking.

Bite me. Hard.

Lave my collarbone with your tongue. Smile into my chest while I hiss my pleasure.

Nuzzle my breasts, as I sigh in pleasure. Hold them tight with both hands. Suck, kiss, nibble my tits, my nipples, the pale flesh around dark areolas.

Lick the rounded bottom of each breast, taste my saltiness.

Kiss down my stomach, laughing softly as you feel me jump.

Stop at the juncture between my hip and my leg. I moan softly at just the touch of your breath. Your teeth graze softly and I squeak.

Sucking, licking, tasting that sensitive spot on my body, and I’m wet.

You smell me, don’t you?

Spread my legs wide. Spread my cunt open. Dive in. Taste my center, feel my wetness as I arch into your mouth, needing you closer, deeper. Fuck me with your tongue. Stop. Nibble my clit. Please?

Just before I cum in your mouth, you stop. My body trembles with frustrated need.

You chuckle as you taste my soft thighs, opened wide for you. First one, scraping your teeth across the tender flesh. Then the next. This time you bite hard. I scream in pleasure, thrashing on the bed.

You sit up, looking down on me. I’m your prey and you have me trapped. We both know it.

Suddenly, you swoop down. Your teeth find my dripping cunt, and I explode into a million pieces, shattered by your hot, wet mouth.