What It Sounds Like: Part I

He lifts her skirt up and kisses her inner thigh, the skin warm.

“Mm,” she gurgles. He kisses the other thigh, his hands running slowly up the outsides of her legs.

“Well, you’re a very clever girl,” he whispers. She sinks her fingers into his hair, and watches him. She will not agree to this; it would be too easy to use it against her in the future. Stick with ‘stupid girl’…‘stupid American girl.’

“Hm. Maybe,” she shrugs, tracing his cheeks and jaw line with her fingers. He kisses her left leg just below the line of her panties, then the waistband, moving down, tasting her slowly through the thin fabric. It has worked; he has let it go. She grins and wraps a leg around him, gently.

“You make me warm, flutterywarm,” she purrs.

He slides lower, kissing her flushed lips through her panties, the outline wet. She leans up and looks at him, breath slowing. He hooks a finger into the side of the thin fabric and pulls them aside, kissing her lips, licking and sucking her softly. The world becomes a thawing place, sights waxy and vague, as if everything was to be seen with one great candle. She whimpers delicately, trembling.

With a slight moan, he tastes her, feeling her warmth as he sucks and kisses her glow. She digs her fingers into his shoulder blade, breath wet and heartbeat loud in her ears. He slips a finger into the waistband of her panties, on each side, and draws them down her legs, across her thighs and knees, his hands running over her smooth skin, then her ankles, pulling the damp panties off. Her hips press deeper into the mattress; she is moaning softly.

He adores her, his eyes bubbling with furious, twisting energy, a flickering wicked smile on his beautiful mouth, a mouth pressed on her, feeling her get hotter and wetter. He licks her, his tongue starting to probe her pussy as her lips part, swollen and wet.

He runs his hands over her stomach, gripping her waist, panties hooked around his thumb. She trembles, lap soaked and warm.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she drools, wondering what good thing she has done to get this kind of attention from him, how she could do it again…and again.

He holds her still, pushing his tongue into her, then out, brushing slightly against her clit each time, feeling her body moving, entrenched, entranced. She is alight with feeling, her tongue itchy as the moans bubble up her throat. She reaches down and catches his hand and pulls it to her mouth, sucking on his fingers and purring.

Doggedly, he returns to her cunt, tongue gently fucking her, getting faster as he sucks on her wet lips and clit. Shivers play across her body; she slides her calf against his arm, feeling his electric, flushed skin.

“Mmmmmmm,” her thoughts are fuzzy shadows and her tongue can only find this one sound of desperation, craving.

He is so unreservedly methodical, searing these sensations into her cunt, signing them with his arrogant tongue. He strokes her belly and hips as he sucks her pussy, tongue tasting her, savoring her. She squirms happily, slit blushing and wet. His movements quicken; he tongues her hastily, loving how she tastes, wanting more of her. The feelings border the unbearable. She rocks gently, biting his hand as her breath shortens. He won’t be dissuaded; he puts his hands on her thighs and spreads her legs slightly, pushing deeper and feeling her body move up and down as her breathing accelerates.

Her head drops back, groaning as his tongue makes her glow and writhe, “Fuccckkk, ohhhh fuck.”

He is pleased. He continues to lap at her pussy, juices on his face, warm and sticky. He shifts a little, taking his tongue out and licks her, from her anus to her clit—slow and hard, then plunges back in, tasting her and grinning as her body squirms. She is insanely aroused, alive. She sinks her nails into his shoulder, riding his mouth gently, sloppily, lost in the sensations.

Want is nowhere near able to describe her desire; it is cavernous. She moans louder still, thighs jerking anxiously. He is so good to her; he opens her legs and crawls forward, her thighs spilt under his waist. He stamps a hand on either side of her head, staring down at her.

She is hungry with longing and glances up, ravenously. He looks at her and leans forward, kissing her hard and slowly, her juices still on his lips. She slides her fingers down his chest and over his lap, kissing him back, licking across his tongue and teeth, sucking on his lips. He groans and breaks the kiss reluctantly, her mouth warm and soft. She is crushed, looks for words.

“No, no. Come back,” she pleads, reaching for him. The connection is powerful, arresting, when he looks into her eyes.

“Undress,” he says, simply but forcefully. She nods.

Continued with What It Sounds Like: Part II