My Masterful Bespoke Licker

I like to see his tongue doing pirouettes on my skin.

Licking time is my selfish quiet pleasure time. It is when he focuses only on me and my clit’s needs. I take my time to come when he is going down on me, and I enjoy every moment. I love to feel how my tension builds up, like a staccato, and the masterful release at the end that leaves me shaking and totally relaxed.

Anticipation plays an important role for me. When he goes down I want him to find my sex smooth. I will usually take a bath and shave my lady parts to perfection. Although lately baths are frowned upon here in Europe, in this winter where energy saving is a priority. So I take a shower instead and save my energies for his masterful tongue.

We play this game with a metal bell that my grandpa gave him as a present. I will lay in bed and ring it once. He knows that means cuddle time. I’ll lay back in bed, naked, waiting for him. I love how he walks in like a puppy whose dinner has been served. He removes his clothes and the sight of his biceps, triceps, and above all his ass immediately turns me on.

I love how he gets in bed and proceeds to place me into position. One pillow goes under my butt, and he makes sure that I have enough pillows on my back so that I can see. Because I love seeing what is he doing to me. I have a front row to my own pleasure. He will even set the lights accordingly. Not too dark but not too bright, for he knows I’d like to see how his tongue does pirouettes on my clit.

But before that he will explore its surroundings. He will caress my legs and get them up in position. The benefit of a pillow under my butt is that my legs move back on their own. He will kiss his way through the inner paths of my thighs and land at what he calls his spot. Teddy’s spot is that small flat triangle in between my leg and my labia.

I get goosebumps when his tongue starts caressing my labia. He does it thoroughly, from the bottom to the top, multiple times. It boost my confidence when he tells me that I taste good and that he likes my smell. Vaginas are fickle creatures when it comes to odors, but he tells me that when I am in my horny days my fragrance is of vitality and procreation. Whatever that means.

His going down is bespoke to me, for he knows he needs to be soft when approaching my clit the first time. I need it to build slowly, I need the first contact to be the lightest caress, and still it always startles me. He will usually take rounds with his tongue back and forth, from the entrance of my vagina to my clit.

It is the perfect sexual massage. Sometimes he will use his hands to stretch my skin, and reach for those far away corners that are wanting him. Here is where I love seeing his tongue on my clit. It is a beautiful sight, and with each caress my tension starts to crumble down.

His masterful licking takes me to an imaginary launching pad. Sometimes I take longer to get to that moment where I can start concentrating on my sexual energy. My mind races across deadlines, and things to do. But his master strokes with his tongue, lips and even teeth always make me fall to obedience.

And when I reach that moment, it feels like when a classical orchestra has finalized tuning up. The masterpiece can start, and the rhythm of his licking sets the pace. I really enjoy when he moves his hands up and cups my breasts. His fingers start doing the rounds as if trying to reach my nips, but taking their time to get there.

Meanwhile his expert tongue is doing things down there that I have lost track of. It caresses my tip, yet I feel his lips moving side to side, and the whole thing starts overwhelming me. When one of his fingers suddenly reaches my nip, I feel shivers going down my spine.

I love that plateau, where he is licking me and tension is building up. I have to clench my teeth and close my eyes. I feel the waves shoring me up. I know I am moaning, and when I feel I am getting to the point of no return I always tell him:

“Don’t stop Teddy, don’t stop!”

The side to side motion of his lips, the soft caresses of his tongue, the hard limit of his teeth, and the way he plays with the hood of my clit bring me to a place close to nirvana. His fingers stroking or stretching my nips, and his arms caressing my legs help me build up tension more and more.

And suddenly, like a marathon runner entering the stadium I feel the faint fireworks of my orgasm approaching. I close my eyes and focus on the energy that will descend down me. This is the moment that sometimes he will use to edge me by moving his tongue away and deep into my entrance. But luckily he is not doing that today.

Maybe it helps that I have my hands on his mane of hair and am shoving my sex into his mouth. Maybe it is that he wants some action afterwards. Or maybe it is that he really just enjoys giving me an earth-shattering orgasm. I don’t know what it is.

But suddenly the sky opens, my energy explodes, and I start shaking uncontrollably. He places his tongue on top of my sex and lets me ride the orgasm as I move his head to fit my needs. My breathing dislodges and my screaming is sure to be heard by the neighbors.

And in the aftermath I laugh, and I look down at him while I pull him on top of me. I kiss him and taste my cum, and have to agree that it has the smell of fertility, of debauchery, and of pretty darn good sex.

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