Sensuality

“Look at me!” His words weren’t loud, but authoritative, like he was a man not used to having to repeat himself.

She looked at his face, his chest, and then slowly downward. He stood with his legs apart, his resplendent cock, thick and heavy, his balls full. She knew that by the way they hung. His hand came up and cupped his dick. He rubbed it back and forth slowly.

“Touch your wetness for me. Like that day in your office.”

Like a machine, her hands, guided by his words, not her mind, slowly moved to her front, sliding over the hairs of her trimmed mound. Her long, slender, well-manicured middle finger disappeared as the lips of her pussy surrounded it. She always liked the way she felt—soft, wet, and slippery. But with him watching her, it was different; it was more.

“Squat a little.”

She did and the change of motion allowed her finger to slide inside. She bit back a moan.

“Give me some of it.”

He waited while she removed her long, thin, wet finger and offered it to him. He leaned down and took her whole finger to the last knuckle into his mouth. His fat, thick tongue wrapped around it like a snake, devouring off the cum juice.

The feeling of his mouth sucking on her finger was hot and exciting. Her chest rose and fell like she’d just worked up to a fast three-mile run.

“It’s as I knew it would be, tangy, with a hint of acidic sweetness.”

She waited. For what? She had no idea.

He touched her thighs. “They’re strong. That’s good. You’ll need their strength.” He looked at her pert little mouth, her lips full and yearning. How he wanted to shove himself between them, to make her take him. All of him, at once, choking her with his cock.

He stared at her. With all her book learning, all her doctoral prowess, she stood before him, ignorant of her own need.

He would teach her. But to ask her to touch him now, to taste him now, wasn’t the right time. He had to make her want to do all those things herself. If she wanted it, she would have to be the one to take it.

He lay down on the floor, not far from the couch. She’ll need that for support, he surmised.

“Come to me.”

She moved to him and he gently took hold of one leg and lifted it so that she straddled him. “Move upward to my face and squat.”

As though in some state of hypnosis, she lowered her body over him, but not touching.

The high musk of her drove him near to madness, but he had long ago learned to control the sex demons inside himself and willed them back to where they waited like rabid beasts ready to pounce. He sniffed the air around them, taking in more of her scent. He looked up into her and saw her fleshy lips parted and her crack open a mere inch. He scanned her pubis. In there, hidden behind a hood of flesh, was her clit. He couldn’t wait to own it. He couldn’t wait to nibble and suck it until she begged for him to stop. But now was not the time.

He raised his hands and grabbed her ass cheeks, allowing several of his fingers to cup inside the crack a nanoinch deep. He pulled her down until his nose rested against the place where

her clit lived. His tongue sprang out like that of a serpent and whipped along her lips. He heard her gasp and felt her ass muscles tighten. He nuzzled his nose more and pushed his tongue deeper as he lapped. She was wet, but he knew she was going to get a lot wetter. Turning his head a little to the left, he circled his long, fat tongue inside her. He heard the moan and pushed in deeper until his own lips were pressed against hers. He tongue-fucked her as he kneaded her ass cheeks. She was still, but he knew that was not what she wanted to be. He stopped and moved her back a little to see her face.

“You want some more, don’t you?” he whispered.

Her answer was the ever-so-slight movement of her hips as they undulated back and forth. The oral dance request, without words. He knew it well and went to work.

He pushed his tongue back in her and flicked it in and out and around and around so hard that he actually felt her grip it to keep it in. He liked that. She was strong and that was how he liked his women.

Lost in the sensual erotic moment, she felt his tongue attack the inside of her and, to her own dismay, felt her hips undulate and grind on his face. He was exquisite in this; no one had ever brought her such pleasure so quickly. He ate her like he had been hungry for a year.

She felt his hands move from her ass to her pussy and splay her apart.

“I want to eat the pink of you,” he whispered hoarsely.

She was open and exposed, but in a moment his mouth was on her, in her. His lips sucked out the juice she couldn’t stop making. He drank her like a thirsty man in a desert. He kept eating her but let a hard, manly finger begin to rub her clit nub. He circled it until he heard the telltale sounds of squishy wetness. It was the only way to coax the little female nub from its lair. He felt it grow and harden beneath his touch. In a moment all he had to do was suck away the skin-hood and expose the sensitive female protuberance. She was moaning louder now, monotone, but building. Goodness! She was juicy!

He moved his hands down and licked her hood. It fell away like a curtain, and there it was, a pink fleshy pearl of delight. He blew cool air on it and felt her shudder. He flicked his tongue at it and she whimpered. He sucked it once, then twice, and a small scream escaped her. He took it between his lips, and with the barest tightness of his teeth, he began to work it. He felt her weaken as he raped her clit with his mouth.

“No…no…” she said, but her body was saying yes.