In a lithe movement, he swings across me, parting me at the knees, dropping to caress my c**t with his tongue. Lightning sizzles through me, thunder rocking and rolling inside my head.
It won’t take long. I know that. I’m already halfway along the road. His mouth over my p***y, he thumbs at my c**t. With tongue and thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps and kneads me, penetrates and massages me, drinks from me and….
The wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine strains to meet him….
And the wave breaks, and the rush takes me.
I wail my release, his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now, drawing out the moment before it becomes….
…. unbearable….
“Stop! Raven, Ryan. Raven.”
He sits up, his mouth wet. “That’s a good time to call your safe words.” he smiles.
