It's about a month after we've started seeing each other and we're at my house. We've had a fun night of just hanging out and watching things on TV and we head up to my room. It's tidy and particularly inviting as we sit on my bed and he kisses me. He's been wanting to do this night, I can tell. He's pushing me back on my bed and getting on top of me, holding my hands, kissing my neck and moaning 'oh my god's in my ears as he gets really, really hard in his jeans. I'd never felt so wanted and sexy as right now. I want his boy so badly. He's so good at making me hot. I need him. Pulling off my vest top and kissing down to my cleavage, I can't help but smile and I get goosebumps all over as he tugs at my leggings. I feel like I need to stop myself getting so aroused. What's the female version of pre-mature ejaculation? I don't know, but I feel like I'm attempting to avoid it right now as he is kneeling down in front of me on the floor. He strokes, kisses and worships my legs and ankles and then up to my thighs. He runs his fingers, then his palms hard down them, as I moan and shuffle to get comfortable as his long, soft fingers reach my underwear. He kisses the outside of them. The cotton of my panties feels like a metre-thick iron door and like tissue paper all at the same time. I'm still a little nervous but as his hands and mouth are teasing around my vagina, my clit becomes swollen and, without any direct interaction with my wetness, my heart starts beating hard in my chest. I can hear it in my ears, thumping. I know he can sense my wanting, he knows that I want, I need him to push my knees back so that he can have access to me properly, satisfy me. He pushes them wide, now being slightly forceful, which turns me on even more. He leans forward and pushes his face into mine in a hard, fast I'm-planning-to-blow-your-mind kiss, grabs at my panties and throws them over the other side of the room. Kneeling back down, his lips meet my thighs again and I'm now gasping, I can't be too loud because it's the middle of the night and I have housemates who have to study hard, but all that matters to me is Salt being hard.
That tongue. How can that tiny tip of that tongue make me want to explode? Making a connection with my clit, I'm gone. There's no stopping the moaning, or the fact that every muscle in my body has tensed up with that feeling. I have to put one of my feet on my dresser to anchor myself, to make sure that I have something to push hard against. He's teasing me. He'll stop every now and again to make sure that I'm not cumming too soon. What is he doing to me? I've lost total control over my body. His tongue is in charge. Every time he takes his mouth away for those few seconds, I'm throbbing and it feels like a lifetime, but then when the tip of his tongue reaches me again, it always feels like the first time.
I don't have one single thought in my mind when my toes start curl under and my heels dig hard into the bed. Salt grabs my left thigh hard and stop it from shaking, so he can concentrate on the spot that he knows is about to get me screaming. I wasn't prepared for this. My nails were now pushing into the balls of duvet I was grasping as I was desperately trying not to be noisy but my breathing had become so shallow and my heart was beating one hundred times a second. My back arched up and Salt came with me, not phased by my writhing around. His tongue still hit that spot. My body had no choice to give in. My whole body shook with the intensity and euphoria. But it didn't stop. I was cumming and it wasn't ending. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I threw my head back and was now tipping the dresser because I was pushing so hard. Fuck. Fuck. I hadn't screamed, I couldn't. It was like I was paralysed by the pleasure.
When I manage to lower my legs, I'm still catching my breath and I'm a little shocked. I just had an orgasm lasting roughly 30 seconds. I need a break. I'm not sure Salt realises what he just did to me.
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