Part One Here.

I place both hands firmly on your sides, just below your ribs, and feel your soft skin against my palms and the slight pressure as your breathing becomes faster and your sides expand outward.  I push your body into the ottoman while I lower my lips to your breast bone and let my hair gently brush against your chest as I take your nipple in my mouth and caress it with my tongue. I do the same to the other side and feel you breath faster. “Grab my hair,” I command, and you do. I keep my hair mostly short and trimmed but there’s enough for you to grab onto with both hands. I like the way it feels as you and pull, and I move my lips down to your stomach.

I kiss around your bellybutton, paint you with my tongue, and breath softly across the skin of your stomach. I know this is the party of your body you’re most self-conscious about, but I love it. Abs are for men, and women are built to be soft, with curves. Your stomach is soft. I linger there while you pull my hair and I pin you down with both hands. As my chin grazes just above your pussy I groan, “goddammit I love this stomach.” And I kiss it again. You would say thank you but I push harder on your sides and I hear you wince as it takes your breath away.

“Hips up,” I tell you, and I let go as you lift your ass off the fabric and I slide my left arm under your ass and the small of your back.  You lower down again and you’re resting on my arm, just enough to bring your pussy up towards my face. I reach my right hand up towards your mouth and my dick starts to swell as I feel your tongue enveloping my middle finger, and I kiss the sides of your clean shaven pussy.  I take my hand away, and hear you moan as I slip my curved middle finger inside of you and it rubs against your g spot. It slips in with no resistance, and I move my tongue to your clitoris, flicking up and down. I feel your hips push slowly up and down as your body starts to writhe, and I feel your asshole squeeze tight around my index finger as it slips in.

Everything is in place, and you know it.  Every hole is filled and I feel the rhythm of your body while you continue to pull my hair with both hands and your hips continue to push up and down.  The sound of your breath is replaced by the sound of your moans. I push my knuckles against your pelvis, which makes you gasp.  I pull my lips away from you just long enough to say, “beg,” and between gasps I hear you whisper, “Can I please cum? Can I please cum? I promise I’ll be a good girl, I promise!” I return to your clit, my tongue continuing in a rapid up and down, never breaking pace, while my middle finger continues on your g spot, and I feel you getting wetter by the second . . .