art-of-domination:

His tongue explored her slowly, delicately, seeking out her clit. It slithered over her eager sex, in search of that one area, the one spot where his tongue could make her react like nothing else.

He could hear her breathing getting heavier, louder, more pronounced, in part from the pleasure of his tongue, in part from the knowledge that his tongue would not be denied, that it would continue on, not ceasing till it completed its mission.

Suddenly, she gasped, the noise of pleasure escaping her lips, her back arching suddenly and desperately. His tongue, hovered where it was, having reached its destination, finding its prey and cornering it, lathering it with attention and pressure, overwhelming the muscles of her aching cunt.

Her fingers gripped the sheets hard, her hips beginning to grind as his tongue stayed in place, his cock stiffening as he listened to her, her moans filling his ears with pleasure. His fingers began to push inside her, one finger at first, followed quickly by another, pushing and pulling inside her, each one curling up as they elicited loud, desperate gasps, her body releasing, unable to hold off the inevitable, the orgasm crashing over her, waves of pleasure shaking her body, filling her brain with ecstasy, a warmth fading over all of her.

His tongue, slowly receding, letting her body relax, the tension leaving her fingers as she released her grip on the sheets, the warm sheen of perspiration coating her. His tongue gently kissing her dripping sex, slowly tasting her, wanting more, craving more, seeking more, the process beginning all over again.