I try to keep it together as he takes a long lick over the length of me, from the bottom of my lips right to the very top, then focusing on a sensitive nub of skin there which makes me want to gasp and shudder. His tongue is rough but hot and wet, which seems somehow to be the exact combination that I needed, even though I didn’t know it. I don't want him to stop. I don't want him to ever stop. How amazing is this? How did I never know that something like this could take place? I've been missing out for so long if this is what sex is like - if this is only a little taste of what sex is like…
Fernando's tongue begins to move faster and faster over me, charting the same route again and again. It seems as though every single time, the pleasure is higher, the sensations more heightened. As he speeds up, so too does the increase in pleasure. I can barely hold onto all of the sensations swirling around inside my body, taking over my head, taking over every single trace of reason I had left.
It feels like there is something building up inside of me, a beautiful pleasure that just keeps getting bigger and bigger, something that I don't know how to comprehend or describe. I clutch the sheets tighter and tighter and tighter as he licks faster and faster, but it's something else that really makes me lose control. I throw my head back against the pillow, unable to control myself as he works me with his tongue, and I feel my hips jerk up towards his face without any warning. The sounds, the shapes my body is making - I’m no longer in control of any of them.
Fernando catches hold of my hips in his hands and holds me against his face as if to get a better purchase on me there. I feel desperate cries working their way out of my mouth, desperate for more, more, more, as much as he can give me. I’m in so deep, I don't think I’m ever going to come out of this. I don't ever want his hands to not be on me again. And then he lets go of my hips with one hand, and I begin to feel a little disappointment work its way through me - does this mean that he’s beginning to stop?
All of my questions are answered when he transfers his hand from my hip to around the place where his chin was a moment ago, adjusting the angle of his tongue to make room for it. At first, I do not know what he’s thinking, then I feel a slight tightness around my entrance. Is he really going there? Before I even have the time to think about it properly, one of his fingers slides just a little inside of me, even though it feels like it might as well be the entire length of a ruler by how much the sensation is magnified in my head.
This is something new, something I had never imagined either. I know how the mechanics work, but I didn’t know what it would feel like, and I could never have put it together as something that would be this magical and wonderful. Together with his tongue, his finger works me into a frenzy, just popping in and out and in and out, to some arcane and instinctive rhythm that I don’t understand. Higher and higher, I climb like I’m reaching for the sky, my hips slowly moving higher into his face, pressing against him because I don’t want him to stop now for anything.
And then I finally lose control completely - a great shudder runs through my body and I feel this explosion of pleasure coming right from the center of me, flooding through every one of my cells, right down to my fingertips and the tips of my hair. For a moment, there is nothing but white light, pressed against the back of the eyelids I suddenly realize I’ve closed.
And when I open my eyes again, I look up to see Fernando, watching me with a grin, licking his lips in a way that makes me chuckle - or would, if I had any energy left to do so.
Chapter Thirteen
Fernando
I get up from the bed, surreptitiously wiping my chin, and head over to the desk. I pick up the drinks that we ordered and bring them back to the bed so that Ashley can have some as well.
It was certainly thirsty work, and I could do with some refreshment - but no matter how good these drinks are, I know that nothing tastes as good as her.
I have a feeling that nothing is ever going to taste as good as her again.