may i feel said he

Sometimes, C and I have idle time to spend seducing each other online. Since he treated me the other night, I repaid him in kind with a story of my own. It's a memory of our time together, inspired by his remark, "I want your clit in my mouth."

The week before we parted, I surprised him by shaving my pussy completely bare. I didn't tell him about it right away; instead, I merely sat on his lap and invited him to explore beneath my dress. His fingers stole between my legs, moving the smooth, soft cotton of my thong panties aside to discover a surface even smoother and softer. The look on his face was priceless, eyes wide, mouth forming a perfect "O." He pulled my panties down, the expression of wonder still there, exploring with his fingers what he could not yet see: my bare, plush mound, the little cleft where my clitoris still shyly hid beneath its hood, a slit wet with the constant stimulation of cloth and air. His fingers dipped into my pussy and I purred, spread my legs for him--a wild look entered his eyes and in a moment we were on the floor.

"I need to taste you," he said, and lifted my skirt, swiftly licking the length of my lips. Somehow he managed to get his shirt and pants off without removing his face from between my thighs. I grinned smugly, relishing the sensation of his tongue on my naked labia, slowly warming me up, teasing me. Just barely, he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, then eased two fingers into my slick hole, gently stroking the nubby bump of my g-spot. I squirmed, grasping handfuls of his hair, half-laughing, half-moaning, ticklish and wanting more.

He obliged, coaxing my thighs open further, turning from featherlight touches of the tongue to suctioning his soft lips over my bud, sucking it as I do his cock. I sighed and arched my back, pushing my pussy into his face, aching for more. He paused for breath, rubbing one wet thumb over my clit to keep me hot.

"God, it feels so good," I breathed, my eyes closed tight, shutting out other sensory input, focusing wholly on what he was doing to me. He returned his mouth to my throbbing clit, which was bright pink, hard, fully erect, practically pulsing with pleasure. His thumb moved down, slick with spit, to push into my tight little asshole. With his free hand he reached up to cup my left breast, squeezing, pinching my nipple and rolling it into a stiff red peak.

Everything was stimulated, I was delirious, breathless, shuddering, my legs twitching, my hands clutching at the carpet, at his hair, my own. He licked my clit rapidly, fingers pistoning inside my cunt. I shifted my hips up and down, forcing his fingers deeper, then retracting so they eased out of me, just the tips brushing my inner lips. The image of a carousel popped into my head, bright reds and blues and yellows all awhirl; I was the rider, his fingers the shiny brass pole, I rode up and down and up...I felt dizzy, and distantly knew that persistent tickle in my abdomen that heralds an orgasm. I shoved myself down over his fingers and ecstasy bloomed.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I screamed, barely coherent, shaking and sweaty with the effort of willing myself to come. "Oh god, oh C, oh fuck, I'm going, I'm going, to c-c-c--" I was e.e. cummings and feeling was first and all and I could not hold back any longer. C's tongue kept going but I froze, overcome, my muscles clenching, unclenching, and for some reason Dr. Seuss sprang to mind, the technicolor trees of the Lorax; some nonsense always occurs to me when I come. Which I did, loudly, wetly.

"I'm cominggggggg," I moaned, although it was obvious to C, buried as he was in my pussy, fully able to feel the contractions, trying not to bite his own tongue as I bucked my hips up, bruising his mouth.