I moan as my mouth makes direct contact with her clit and her taste swarms my mouth completely. I have never been very excited about pussy eating, mostly because I’m not exactly sure if I’m good at it, but this time, I don’t even fucking care.
The need to taste her has been coursing through my blood since I stepped foot in that elevator. I feel like I’ve been in the desert for days, and was just offered a glass of water.
My tongue starts moving along her clit, tentatively trying everything. Some licks she reacts to and some she doesn’t, reminding me that I’m not sure what I’m doing. Doubt creeps in, and suddenly I don’t feel as confident as I did a few seconds ago. I want to eat her out, but I don’t know if she is even going to enjoy it.
I stop suddenly, not knowing what to do to make her cum. She looks at me, making eye contact, and her honey brown eyes calm me instantly. She has been nothing but comforting to me this entire time, and I can’t help but feel safe with her. Safe to explain to her what I’m going through. Safe to tell her how hard this has been for me. Safe to ask her for help.
“Tell me what to do,” I plead, desperate for her to enjoy this but not knowing how to make that happen by myself. She gulps and I watch as her throat moves, completely mesmerized. She nods without speaking and I move my mouth back down to her cunt. I stroke my tongue back and forth, waiting for any kind of instructions.
“Yes, keep doing that, but harder,” she says, letting out a deep moan that makes my cock twitch in my pants. I push my tongue just a little harder, moving it faster too, hoping it will add more sensations.
I catch movements in my peripheral visions, and I glance up, watching as her hands move to her tits, playing with them through her dress. I hold back a groan, completely overtaken by the sight in front of me.
“Fuck yes, just keep doing that,” she moans, her fingers pinching and caressing her nipples through the thin fabric. God, I want to see her tits so bad, but I can’t stand the idea of breaking contact with her clit right now. I want nothing more than to feel her cum on my face and I’m not leaving here without tasting her cum on my tongue.
Her head bobs back again, almost as if she is unable to hold it up, and my cock twitches in my pants, desperate for friction, desperate for her to touch it. Even the idea of her touching it, running her tongue on the underside of the shaft, makes me close to cumming in my pants. I moan with my mouth on her pussy, trying to think of anything else, so I don’t blow my first load tonight before we have even started.
“Oh my fucking god, Joey, I really want you to fuck me,” she says, her voice sounding desperate. As much as I want to fuck her, I don’t even know if I can stop at this point. The taste of her on my tongue is addicting, and all I want to do is continue until she is screaming my name and convulsing against my mouth.
“I’m not moving until I can taste your cum on my tongue, so lay back and keep telling me what to do, baby,” I say, only taking my mouth off for a second, before diving back in, desperate for her to finish on my face.
I tell myself it is just because I want to be able to say I have made someone cum, but honestly, if it was anyone else in bed with me, I think I would jump at the chance to give up and just fuck her. There is something about this being Ava in front of me, that makes me feel like I can be vulnerable and at least try. I want to watch her fall apart just as much as I want to breathe.
I want to see everything she has to offer me, honestly, and that thought alone freaks me out, so I push it into the dark places of my mind and focus on making her finish while my tongue plays with her clit.
“Oh fuck, Joey keep doing that,” she says, her head tipped back again so I can’t see her, but loving the way her breath keeps coming out unevenly. I slow my tongue down, attempting to find what she likes, and when her back arches, I have my answer.
It’s not that I haven’t done this before, tried to make someone cum with my mouth, tried to watch their body for their response. I think a big part of my problems in the bedroom is my performance anxiety. Something about being here with Ava makes this different. She has been so patient with me every step of the way, and I feel like I can trust her, so I do.
I give my all to her pussy, trying so desperately to finish her off with my mouth. I don’t hold anything back. I try moves I have never tried before, and some of them make her hips jerk away from me, indicating that she is too sensitive for my entire tongue on her clit, and some of them make her moans come out louder, forcing me to do that over and over and over again.
When her legs start shaking, I lift my hand and bring my finger up to her pussy, and slowly, insert one finger inside of her. Her back arches dramatically and I eat it up, desperate for her sounds and her breaths. My cock literally throbs inside of my pants but I pay it no attention, completely focused on giving her the pleasure she deserves.
I pump my finger, and when I know she is good and ready for another one, I insert two fingers, slowly, to make her desperate for them to be fully inside of her. I pump them a few times before I feel her pussy clench around me, making my balls tighten with cum.
Her moans fill my ears but I don’t stop. I try to ride out this orgasm as long as possible, rubbing my tongue along her clit in the way I know she likes.
“Holy fuck, baby,” she mutters, finally coming back down to earth.
“Don’t say a goddamn fucking word,” I mutter, trying to think of anything else other than her orgasm sitting on my fingers.
“Why?” she asks, propping herself on her elbows again and looking up at me with concern in her eyes.
“I’m going to cum in my pants if I hear that pretty voice of yours one more time,” I say with pain in my voice, before closing my eyes and trying to think of anything that will push away the cum leaking out of my balls right now, so I can fuck her brains out properly.
