“I want you to wear this.” she says.
Curiosity races through my limbs, and tension grips my belly at the loss of control. I reach for her legs in an attempt to ground myself.
She inches down the length of my body, and separates my legs to position herself between them.
My skin warms as her lips envelope my nipple, sucking and licking before moving to the other one. Her tongue glides over it, tracing circles around it as it stiffens.
I struggle to receive, to relax and allow my body to accept love and pleasure, and trust that she wants to do this and it’s ok for me to let her.
My fingers fumble through her hair as her lips and teeth graze my ribcage, her hands squeezing and kneading my breasts. The softness of her skin combined with the strength of her touch is heightened by my lack of sight. I’m compelled to experience the nuanced sensations of receiving her pleasure instead of participating as a spectator in my sex life.
She presses her fingers between my legs, and rubs me in deliberate, sensuous circles as she kisses my mouth so thoroughly and deeply, that I feel myself unravel.
My underwear has soaked through with lust, and she slips her fingers inside, sliding them up and down over my crevice before splitting me open making her fingertips slippery with my desire before sliding them along my throbbing clit.
I plant my feet on the mattress, grinding against her hand. I want her all over me. I’m desperate to come, to confess my secret desire for this pleasure, for her, for all of this.
She pulls my underwear down as if she’s savoring the revealing of my cunt. The fabric slips over my thighs, down the length of my calves and over my feet. Sparks erupt beneath my skin as she spreads my legs, exposing my wet, pink flesh.
I push my fingers through her hair feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin as she presses her mouth against my cunt, covering it with kisses then pushing the flat on her tongue against my clit, stroking it.
I pull her hair, this indulgence causing my fingertips to tingle. My hips buck against her face as her finger tips slide over my nipples before pinching and pulling, the pressure of her tongue increasing.
“Don’t stop.” I manage.
Tingly, prickly sensations are trickling down the base of my spine as she alternately wraps her lips around my clit, and then laps with her warm tongue from the base of my cunt all the way up to my pubic bone.
I grab handfuls of sheets as my orgasm unfolds and spreads through my hips like the untangling of a tightly bound knot. I gasp as the contractions take me over in an unparalleled state of bliss. My voice cries out as the feelings become stronger, lighting my clit up as I fuck her mouth.
When the intensity subsides, and her licking turns to tender kisses, I take the blind fold off, and grin at her.
“Thank you.” I say, pulling her towards me. She beams as she climbs my body. I kiss her, tasting myself on her lips.
She lays down on me and I push my hips up to meet her public bone, still relishing the post-orgasmic haze, my relentless clit wanting more.
Her hips grind against mine as I press my mouth against her neck, and whisper,