Just Maybe, We’ll See…

There is really nothing like it…
Starting him off slowly, to help him feel the burn.
The others have gone now, slipping out into the night,
just as they had come.
It is only us now. Exactly the way I like it.

He touches me gently. So tenderly.
As if he might break me.
The sweat runs off my skin.
Small moist rivulets, slipping off my stomach,
to drip down my mound and pool in his mouth.
The salty stream spurs him on,
making him need to pleasure me more.
And then perhaps, take a reward.

But that can wait. My decision has not yet been made.

I hear his tongue stroking my cunt.
Lapping at my wetness, drawing it into his mouth.
Drinking it in deep, every drop.
He takes in their juices too.
I push, I squeeze.
I force their ejaculate from me and shiver…
when I hear him moan as he takes it between his lips.
Tasting it, devouring it.
I smile to myself, for I know that he deserves it all.

I suddenly realise I’ve made my choice.

I’ll not let him have me.
There will be no climax or finish for him tonight.
Just his tongue; urgently pleasuring me.
In the way he is doing now.
Keeping to our plan, this will be his ultimate shame.
Without warning my orgasm hit me, hard and fast.

Afterwards, spent and drifting as if in a fog,
I kiss him and taste our passion on his lips.
He smiles and closes his eyes, slipping off to dream.
Maybe I’ll let him finish in me next time.
Just maybe… we’ll have to see…

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