Rock All Night

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His lips grazed my p-ssy, just lightly dabbing my wet skin, enough to make my entire body shudder with pleasure – but only for a split second, and then he moved on.

He moved his lips over my landing strip, softly tickling my hair. He moved down and kissed the inside of my right thigh, then licked the hollow where my leg joined my body.

He moved slowly to my outer lips, licking my skin, always keeping to the outside of my p-ssy, circling around in a hot, wet circle, never going straight to where he would have brought me the most pleasure.

Then his tongue dropped down – waaaay down. Not quite to my backdoor, but halfway between…

Then licked lightly up, just until he reached my lips again…

Paused, as though he might plunge his hot, thick, wet tongue inside me –

And gave me a whisper of a touch on my wet lips, nothing more than a ghost of a kiss before he withdrew.


It was torture.

I was either going to die or come from the anticipation alone.

He kept that up, teasing me, playing with me, always looking me in the eye as he did it, until my legs were literally shaking.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what?” he asked, clearly enjoying the power he held over me. He licked the ridge of my p-ssy – just a centimeter more to the right and he would have entered me, could have filled me up, could have caressed me deep inside with his tongue –

But he didn’t.

He pulled back and just grazed his tongue across my sopping wet lips.

“Please!”

“Please what?” he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine as his tongue just barely – barely – parted my folds, just lightly touching a millimeter inside me.

I pressed my hips upward, trying desperately to get him inside me, but he moved with me, and his tongue traveled up and lightly glanced off my *, which set off a whole other bunch of frustrated sexual fireworks inside me.

“PLEASE,” I begged him, almost crying now.

“You still haven’t told me what you want,” he growled, right before he let his tongue slide all the way from the bottom of my p-ssy to the very top, lifting wetly away from my skin just before he touched my *.

I was writhing in agony. “Please… f*ck me…”

“With my cock?” he whispered.

“Yes…” I moaned. “F*ck me with your cock…”

God, I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

I had never said anything like that with my exes.

Of course, they’d never made me feel like this, either.

“I’m not going to f*ck you with my cock yet,” he said. “But… I’ll f*ck you with my tongue.”

And then he slid inside me.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The anticipation – the build-up – the tension – the whole frustrating, mind-bending way he made me need him, like a junkie needs heroin –

It all paid off in that first golden instant as his tongue parted my lips and filled me up.

I gasped as I felt the soft wetness inside me, moving inside me, stroking inches along my inner wall. I cried out as his lips enveloped my p-ssy, and I felt him sink deeper inside me, his tongue stroking me, his mouth sucking lightly, his lips caressing every part of me they could touch.

Then his tongue slid out of me, wet and languid and hot and slick, and sloooowly played over my *, stroking it, sucking it, licking it, massaging it, tickling it, seducing it.

I came.

BOOM.

Just like that.

“FuuuuuuUUUUUCCCK,” I moaned, my voice rising to a crescendo as my entire body tensed and arched and exploded in hot wet fireworks inside.

He eased up on the pressure, and I shuddered, contractions rippling through my belly, slowly abating, until I was lying there panting, looking down into his eyes.

“Oh my God,” I whispered joyfully, and ran one hand through my hair. “Oh my God.”

He smiled between my legs, looking up at me. “Hey, Kaitlyn?”

“…yeah?”

“Are you multiply orgasmic?”

“…um… I don’t know… I don’t think so…”

“Well, we’re going to have to fix that,” he said roguishly, and got up on his hands and knees.

Between his legs, I could see a thick, long shape bobbing as he moved, and I thought, Yeah, okay, maybe I am. Or could be.

I definitely WANT to be, that’s for goddamn sure.