Chapter 1: Introduction
He pulls back to slip off your panties and you kick them to the side. You whine as he backs away for a moment and sits up, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Sit on my face.”
Your breath hitches, “You want me to sit on… your face?” you trail off and before you know it he’s positioned himself under you. You sit up on your knees and crawl until your core is above his face. Your chest heaves up and down as he caresses your thighs and his hands move up to grab your ass and pull you in.
You let out a soft moan as his tongue flicks at your clit. There’s something so intimate about this position, his mouth so close to your most sensitive spot, he's practically begging for you to grind against him. And you do.
Your hands move to the back of the couch, gripping it as you rock your hips back and forth. You can feel the tension building in your legs as you ride out the waves of pleasure he sends through you.
His hands come up and grip your hips, guiding them to move faster.
His tongue works expertly, sending the pleasure coursing through your entire body. Mike's apartment is a cluttered den of worn-out furniture and mismatched knick-knacks, but the living room couch, a worn-velvet relic, stands out for its unique intimacy. The room is bathed in a soft, dim light from the flickering candles, casting intricate shadows on the walls as Mike feasts on you.
The sound of your breathing getting heavier and faster fills the room, and Mike's hands tighten on your hips.
He scrapes his teeth gently against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers racing through you. You can feel your orgasm building, and it's just on the edge of your reach.
You lean forward, resting your hands on Mike's shoulders and let out a breathy moan, "Harder, Mike." He responds immediately, his tongue working more insistently, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release.
Mike's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in tighter, his fingers massaging your sensitive spots.