Like a leaf budding from a flower tree my swelling clit blossoms between his lips, under the lapping of his tongue. 

His fingers dipping and stretching in my core. Mindful of my ass, knowing how each part of me craves the filling of him.

My voice sweetly echoes throughout the room, vibrating with the orgasm he threatens to give me if I keep begging for his cock. 

He says I must wait to be ready, to opened and ready, instead of aching for him. I wish for his cock in my mouth, but he denies me. I wish for his balls to fill the space between my kissing lips, he denies me. 

Holding me down to his chin. The orgasm reaches beyond my control, I fall into his mouth, unapologetically. 

Then he glides up, kisses me, let’s me taste my own pleasure. And while his mouth is dancing with mine, his shaft fills me to the tilt. Reaching my cervix. Hitting the very spot that begs for him. His taut and lean shoulders find my nails scrapping and gripping him, my thighs squeezing his slender hips and locking behind his back. I need him closer, submerged fully in me. 

As he starts to move, move in me. I fall once again allover him. My cunt spasming and cumming… 

He looks at me, eyes beautifully amazed, happy, and consumed… Kiss me… then whispers in me ear how much more he’s going to make me cum… how much he is going to drown me in his seed…