There are days I need to pick you up and fling you onto the bed. I love seeing the shock that comes over you by this display of strength. In your mind, I shouldn’t be able to lift you and throw you like you’re a sack of grain on a loading dock, but there you are bouncing on the mattress with your eyes so wide. And before you can even get your bearings I’m between your legs and your thighs are on my shoulders. I know there are times to take it slow. I should play with your breasts and kiss all over you but this not one of those times. I’m hungry and I need you to know it. I need you to see the one thing I want more than anything else is for your juices dripping onto my tongue.
Can you feel my lips kissing and my teeth nibbling on the soft flesh where your thighs come to an end? I growl but don’t even realize I am growling. My fingers kneed into hips. Can you feel the way my tongue enters you and slides up to your clit. Fuck me, what has it been, three days since the last time I went down on you? You taste better than I remember. You always taste better than I remember. I’m like that man who goes to his favorite restaurant and reads the whole menu. When I’m done I order the same thing every time.
And you’re grinding against my face. Your hands are in my hair. I love how rough you are- how you pull and claw. Licking all around, I don’t care if you rip my hair out and I go bald. Let the patches on my scalp be trophies for giving you pleasure- for making you feel wanted and special. Fuck my face like I’m that pillow you had growing up- like I am the first vibrator to come into contact with your clit. Push into me so hard you can’t tell if you’re trying to cum or murder me.
I lick in every direction across your clit so no sensation is ever the same, light pressure, hard pressure, slow and fast. I attack on every front like I’m a warlord who’s finally gone mad. And I hope you feel it. I’m on the brink of insanity. You’ll see me on the local news, “A crazed lunatic ran naked down the streets screaming incoherently. Police had to taze him thirty-two times before they could bring him down. But if you look close, as they dragged him away in handcuffs, he had a huge grin.”
That’s what you do to me. Feeling your body tremble against my tongue, I know you’re teetering on the edge and all I need to do is find the right motion to unlock your orgasm. You’re at the point where you can’t grip my hair anymore. Everything freezes, you stop breathing. Your eyes clench shut. You’re moans sound like panic. Are you scared? Are you worried that your fickle orgasm could pull away and never be seen again? Don’t be. I’ll hunt it down no matter where it goes. They’ll write novels about my dedication in these moments. And you can tell because I pull back just a little bit and you gasp. But before you can beg me to keep going, I’m already back on your clit.
The eruption inside you builds and I lick faster. Give it to me. Give it all to me. Hold nothing back. Let go of every emotion and fear. Shower me with every sin and desire. I want it all spraying my face so I can prove to you that I’m unafraid. Scream, moan, cry, slap my head: I don’t care. I want your orgasm to come out of you like it’s a ghost that’s been haunting you your entire life.
The moment I stop licking is the moment you can’t take it for one more second. And I stay there near your beautifully drenched pussy so I can bask in the energy emanating from your writhing body. I kiss your thighs with my chin resting on the puddle you left in our bed. You pet my hair because your words are broken. You want to tell me, “I love you.” I know you want to say it. But it’s OK. I feel it. I always feel it. I can’t wait to feel it again.
The Cerebral Sir 