‘Please beg me,’ I think to myself.

I get closer and closer, but always pull away just before touching you.

"What would you like" I ask smiling up at you between kisses.

"You’re making me crazy, please touch me with your tongue" God it turns me on when a woman has desperation in her voice.

"Are you sure you don’t want to take a break for another drink?" I know I’m the one in control now.

"I’ll be drinking from you soon enough," she began. "Please, I’m so ready, just do it. Please"

I’m not one to turn down such a polite request. I turn my attention back to the task at hand. I reach my tongue out and barely touch you with the tip. I gently stroke it back and forth, increasing the duration of my contact each time. ***** you taste so sweet.

I take pause and reach my tongue inside you as deeply as it will go. I feel you clench at me inside your body and a rush of tingling fill my own stomach.

I withdraw and move back to concentrate fully on providing you the most intense pleasure of which I am capable. I pull your lips apart with my fingers and stroke back and forth over you, varying the speed with which I touch you. I feel your body start to tremble. Your legs shake uncontrollably as I suck and ***** every last drop from you. Your juices are dripping from my chin and lips as I savour the sweet wet sounds that come with a proper tongue *****. I move my fingers inside you and continue licking and sucking at your most sensitive self. Without warning, your hips arch up against my face and you scream with pleasure. I continue to drink in your juices as I withdraw my fingers from inside you to hold you down as you continue to come hard against the contact of my mouth.

I feel you reach down and touch my head. "Come here," your voice is so low, I barely hear you. I move up your body, kissing slowly back up to your face. We kiss deeply for a while. You then roll me off of you and onto my back.

"My turn"

You straddle my belly and massage my ***** with your hands. You lean over and move back and forth between my ***** kissing and sucking at my nipples. I reach up between your legs again and run my fingers over your wetness.  I want to taste more of you. You climb off me so your head faces down between my legs.

"Let me taste you again" I half whisper, half plea to you. Your leg moves over my face. This time I don’t wait. I dive in madly, licking the juices up. I feel your tongue make contact with me as I moan into your wetness. We move in a rhythm; first our tongues are inside each other, then blazing a trail to sweet ecstasy, first with sweet slow intensity, then with building speed and determination. I can’t help the swaying of my hips against your face. I feel my ***** building up inside me, and I try to hold off as long as possible. Just then your hips start to move against my mouth. I let go, and the spasm of my ***** overtakes my whole body. I try to maintain contact with you as much as possible, but you too, shake with your own climax.

You roll off of me and close your eyes.

"That was the best ending to a run I’ve ever had," you whisper.

We fall asleep on the damp sheets, to pleasant dreams.

(the end)