Club Endless Fantasy

“These are going to have to come off for what I have in mind.” He tangled his fingers around the fabric.

“Okay.” I felt a nervous lump in my throat, but I nodded.

Ian pulled my panties down my thighs and pressed his lips to my abdomen. My skin sizzled underneath his kiss. My panties were so wet that I could see the spot that my lust had created on them when they landed on the floor. I was naked in Ian’s arms, and I wasn’t scared at all. If he had carried me to the bedroom, I wouldn’t have even been able to fight it. The desire was getting stronger by the second. He could have done anything to me that he wanted. I was too turned on, and the anticipation was practically dripping from my breath.

Ian kissed his way down my abdomen, and I felt my pussy aching for his touch. It was no longer a tingle of excitement—it was a need that was even stronger than the ones I had when we got done flirting on the Secret Santa Romance app. Ian put his hands on my thighs; I relaxed my muscles when he began to push them apart. He kissed the tender skin on my inner thigh, moving from the left to the right. Every time his lips touched my skin, it felt like the spot was smoldering—and every kiss got closer to my pussy. I realized what he planned to do, and the excitement surged through my veins. The need got a lot more intense, and when I felt his hot breath on my pussy, I thought I was going to orgasm before he even touched me.

“We don’t have a waterbed, but I’m going to make you float on a cloud tonight.” Ian pressed his lips to my clit and flicked his tongue against the tight bundle of nerves. “All I’m going to do is taste your sweet cherry.”

“Oh god!” I shuddered and moaned.

Ian’s fingers pushed the hood away from my clit, and then he started to caress it with his tongue. His tongue felt a whole lot better than my finger—there was no comparison. It had a level of intensity that I wouldn’t have ever been able to imagine. What I did to myself felt like a tease compared to Ian’s tongue. It was like discovering pleasure for the very first time and having my eyes opened to a whole new world. Ian flicked his tongue against my clit several times, and then he slid down to the entrance of my pussy. His tongue circled it several times, and I felt myself getting wetter. He lingered there long enough to make me squirm and then pushed his tongue inside me. After plunging his tongue into my pussy a half dozen times, he moved back to my clit and started to circle it. I felt my hips jerk and a surge of fire made my entire body burn.

“That feels really good!” I dug my nails into the couch, and my back arched.

My body started to buzz with pleasure as Ian continued to make quick circles around my clit. His tongue was more intoxicating than wine. The pleasure was so intense that I had to let go of the couch because I was afraid I would break one of my nails. My thoughts spun in circles because I was trying to rationalize the bliss—I was trying to find a comparison—but there wasn’t one. I was trapped in something new—something I didn’t understand—and it felt amazing. The inferno blazed inside me, and the excitement sent my senses into overdrive.

The pressure that normally built up inside me right before I orgasmed hit with a different kind of fury. It made the fire burn hotter, and the ache got stronger. It was so powerful that I felt like I was

going to explode before I ever tasted the sweetness of the release that followed. My body couldn’t handle it. I began to squirm, jerk, and slide on the couch. Ian didn’t let me pull away. He squeezed my thighs, forced me to stay in place, and started moving his tongue faster. My muscles got tight, and then they started to shake. The rush of bliss was coming, and it was going to be powerful. I tried to mentally prepare myself, but there was no way that I could focus on anything except for the euphoria my body was experiencing.

“I’m about to come. Oh god, I’m gonna come!” My entire body began to shake.

“I plan to tease you a lot more before you get to come…” Ian’s tongue stopped, and he lifted up. “Consider it payback for those pictures you sent me.”

“No, don’t stop—please.” I felt panic sweep through my veins.

“I have no intention of stopping.” He pressed his lips to my thigh. “I might tease you all night before I let you come.”

“That would be torture…” I exhaled weakly.

Ian made slow, wide circles on the sensitive skin that surrounded my clit. The pressure leveled out, and I came down from the high of impending bliss. He let me linger there for several minutes before he moved his tongue back to my clit and started circling—picking up speed with every rotation. I got close to an orgasm for the second time before he pulled his tongue away. The excitement was still there, and the desire was flooding my thoughts with every emotion possible, but Ian didn’t let me come. All I could do was give up control. He owned my orgasm, and I wasn’t going to have one until he was ready to let me experience it. It was a lot different than what I was used to when I masturbated, but once the overwhelming feeling of lust settled down some, I found it to be the best kind of tease imaginable.

“Maybe this isn’t torture after all…” I felt a smile spread across my face.

It was an amazing feeling—with hints of frustration when Ian brought me close to orgasm for the third and fourth time. My clit seemed to get a little more sensitive each time, and it became a lot easier for him to get me close to the edge. The pressure kept building, but he stifled it before it was allowed to release. After several more orgasms were on the tip of euphoria, my body began to ache. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I could feel the need getting stronger. It wasn’t going to be long before it took one single flick of his tongue to send me into the stratosphere.

“Please let me come…” I moved my hand to Ian’s head and groaned.

The pressure began to swell, and when his tongue moved away, it didn’t stop. I was past the point of begging—I was going to come whether he let me or not. My body was in such desperate need that the raging inferno inside me felt like it had spread to my soul. Ian’s tongue moved to clit and started to circle with more ferocity than before. I quivered—I started trembling—and I knew that the moment was there.

“Thank you! Oh god, thank you!” My muscles tightened up, and I rolled forward on the couch.

I didn’t have to tell Ian I was about to come. There was no way that he wasn’t fully aware of it by the way I reacted. The tremble turned into what felt like convulsions. Ian’s tongue didn’t move away from my clit. It stayed focused there while my body surged with euphoria. He had tortured me for so long that it felt like my body didn’t know how to push across the final threshold. I felt my emotions go into a tailspin and merge with the bliss. The pleasure got a lot more intense—the pressure got tighter—and then a release that felt every bit of teasing turned into one enormous burst of pure nirvana.

I can’t even scream—my throat feels like it’s in a vise…

The orgasm was so far beyond the pleasure I was used to that it felt like I was being torn apart by the power of my climax. It built and built until I found the peak, and I literally felt like I was floating on a cloud—just like Ian said. The peak was so strong that it was like being thrown around in a tornado with nothing but bliss all around me. It lasted for what could have been hours mashed into minutes, but I couldn’t tell the difference. Multiple smaller orgasms were triggered as soon as the peak began to wane. It took a half dozen of those before the pressure felt like it was fully released. I went from floating to falling until my soul merged with my body. Ian’s tongue finally started to slow down, and my eyelids got so heavy I couldn’t hold them open anymore.

Can I speak again? Do I even remember how?

“Wow…” I forced a single word out between gasps and twinges of pleasure, leaving my body.

“Was the tease worth it?” Ian lifted up between my thighs, and his fingers grazed against my skin.

“Yes.” I nodded weakly. “It was more than worth it.”

He could take my virginity right now, and I wouldn’t complain. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to feel anything from the waist down…