Give Me Some

As you sit on the futon, talking with your buddy on your mobile phone, an avant-garde jazz drummer plays quietly in the background on the stereo.

Though you are in the conversation, your eyes are fixed on what I am doing.

Stretching out on the multi-colored rug that adorns your living room, I am languorously doing yoga to pique your interest.

After the warrior pose, I lie down on the mat and extend my legs up in the air; the short-shorts I am wearing allow the swell of my bottom to be exposed.

"Gotta go, I left something in the car I need to retrieve."

You cast the phone aside and stand in front of me, holding my legs against yours. Massaging my left foot with one hand, your other slips down along my right calf. I smile up at you as you ask,

"What size ARE your feet?"

I laugh as you realize those may not have been the best choice of words. You try to back-peddle a bit by saying something about how I DO need a sturdy platform to support the rest of my long, beautiful body.

You continue massaging my foot and calf, all the while staring down at me smiling your happy smile.

"What would you like for dinner baby?" I ask with my own happy grin.

"Hmm, let's see..."

You lower my legs to the floor and hold out your hand to help me up. As I stand, you snake your arms around my waist and waste no time nibbling my exposed shoulder.

"I think I will have you for dinner, my Darling."

I giggle as you continue to playfully chew on my savory skin; gooseflesh rising on my arms.

Innocently I ask, "What then, shall I have to feast on?" as I massage the outline of your cock through its denim covering.

The music that was previously quiet background noise is now a raucous drum staccato.

Your hands migrate underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts and grasp each of my cheeks.

"Not wearing panties today? Naughty girl!"

Slipping the fabric past my hips and thighs, you lower yourself down on your knees as my shorts land on the floor with a soft whoosh.

You look up at me with a beaming grin as you kiss my belly and run your tongue along my tender flesh.

Grasping my sides, you nibble on my hip bone and then playfully lick your way down my inner thigh. You tease me as your nose tunnels its way between my thigh and the beginning of my sex.

I run my fingers through your hair and watch as you make a picnic out of my skin. I am already wet, anticipating the meal you are about to savor.

You kiss my mound and gently bite my naked lips as your fingers spread my hooded clit. I moan softly and entangle my fingers more tightly in your hair as you ever so delicately touch my spot with the tip of your tongue.

As you wriggle your tongue back and forth, you press your thumb into my slippery opening. Mmm, I start to lower my hips a little; hoping to edge it further inside me. You feel me press down and immediately move your thumb away and begin to suck furiously on my clit. I lose track of what I was trying to do as your mouth absolutely devours me.

I am growing needier by the minute. My nipples are hard and the fingers I have tightly entwined in your hair are shoving your face hard against my saturated snatch.

You bathe my pussy with your tongue and rub your nose against my clit as you finally return your finger into my wet hole and furiously fuck me with it.

My breathing is fast and erratic like the drumming going on in the back drop. A light sheen of sweat has broken out across my chest, belly and lower back.

I need to cum so badly.

Your plans are much different though.

You pull away from me long enough to look up and shake your head, laughing at my urgency.

"You are the most impatient person I know!"

"You are the biggest tease I know! Fuck me damn it! I need to cum."

With that, you guide me over to the futon and push me backwards as I plop down on the fuzzy decorative throw that covers it.

You pull my legs forward so that my goodies are displayed before you at the edge of the cushion.

Instead of diving right back in, you start the slow burn again. You run your fingers along my thighs and spread my legs a little further open.

I like to watch you tantalize me.

You methodically trace your fingers and then your mouth over my sensitive inner thighs, missing nothing.

I realize then that I may crow at the injustice of your slow seduction, but I truly wouldn't want it any other way. The anticipation of feeling your warm, wet mouth on my pussy inferno is almost breathtaking.

I rub an aching nipple with one hand as I reach down and stroke your face. You feel so wonderful to me.

At last, you clamp your lips back down on my clit. You reach up and take over nipple-rubbing duties as your other hand strokes my saturated opening.

Oh yes! I am almost instantaneously ready to cum.

A shivery quiver starts from my toes and makes its way past my knees. By the time it reaches my thighs, I am bucking my pussy hard against your face.

In my urgency to cum, I didn't notice you had replaced your finger with your thumb inside me.

I am teetering on the edge. My pussy is twitching with little tremor orgasms as you slide the well-lubed finger you fucked me with inside my back door.

That's it. I only needed a tiny nudge to jump off into orgasm oblivion. Your finger in my bottom was a mighty shove.

"Oh fuck!"

I am almost crying with pleasure as the first thunderous spasm of my cum hits me. I buck wildly as a gush of wetness splashes your mouth and nose. I ride you hard as I continue to twitch and convulse.

Finally!

My satiated body comes to rest back on the futon.

The drumming subdues as I pry my eyes open to see you quietly looking up at me; your brow furrowed.

"What is it baby?" I say with concern.

A small smirk crosses your face as you ask, "Did you cum?"

I howl with laughter and shove you backward. You land on the multi-colored rug just as I jump on top of you.

"Did I cum? Did I cum? Why don't you kiss me so I can taste whether I came or not?"

With that you smile and slip your hand along the base of my neck; pulling my lips down to yours. I run my tongue along your bottom lip and then dive in for a proper tongue fight.

Eventually, I break away from you, breathless.

"In my educated opinion, Darling, the tell-tale signs of cum are difficult to distinguish. We'll just have to have another go to make sure."