“Why do you like doing this so much?” she asked, spellbound as she watched him deliver attentive oral pleasures.

“Because…” he replied, barely pausing to speak and never taking his eyes off of her increasingly wet panties, “I’m able to taste your want.”

A shiver ran up her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. “I see. And just how does...want taaa…taaa…” Marie stuttered to a halt, as two very slow circles were traced around a tiny nub pressed against slick silk pasted between her legs.  “Umm, God! I just love…you just…” More circles followed. “Ohhh my…”

She gave up trying to speak and drove her head back onto the pillow. Conversation was not going to happen. Conversation was totally unnecessary. Unspoken communications from him to her and back again were purely kinesthetic. Slow circles dancing around her bursting clit said more than enough to get her attention. Rolling hips against his mouth spoke her approval and rapidly growing desire for more. Besides, anything she attempted to say would be unintelligible anyway. 

“And that,” he added, after a few more lazy circles.

“Wha...what?”

“That thing you just did. Speaking in fragments – not making any sense. That’s another reason I like doing this...making you crazy...” 

Marie gasped sharply as he touched her with the tip of his tongue again. “I can’t...help it. When you start doing…fuck, Gray...ummm, God...”

He opened his mouth and drew her in, biting down gently like he was dragging his teeth over a ripened peach. There was no point in permitting her to complete a sentence when fragments sufficed. It wasn’t so much what she said, or even what she tried to say; rather it was her inability to talk coherently because of what he did that intrigued him. Incoherency was part of his compensation, and ultimately, his motivation.

“Ummm,” came from deep in her throat, as she bit down on her lower lip. Hips rose up expectantly to meet him, as exhaled lust hissed through her nose with added punctuation.

He paused again and said, “Yeah, and that too!” 

Marie clutched two hands full of sheet and looked down at him. “That what?”

“That way you move your hips. Tells me how much you want it. I can feel it in every move you make. Your legs open a little wider...that sweet ass lifts off the bed. Fuck...it’s like you dance for me – on the tip of my tongue.”

Grayson flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit through her panties again to make his point, getting a hip spasm for his efforts. “Yeah, I like that a lot.”

His forearms slid outward against her thighs, pushing them farther open. The back of his hand brushed along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, fingers slipping under the edge of her panties and across the delicate hairs high on her mound. He hooked his fingers on the opposite edge of her panties and pulled them aside. Soft, red pubic hairs were darkened with evidence of her lust. The heady sweetness of her arousal filled his senses, making his mouth water, pushing him to the limits of his patience. She quivered with a new level of anticipation. Their eyes locked, both bearing witness to knowledge of what came next; the first kiss – and it was always the best.

He hesitated, hovering only fractions of an inch above her, his breath hot against her wetness. “You know, I think what I like most of all is the way you kiss me back. You contract so sweetly in return. It’s...it’s got to be the most perfect kiss.”

“Kiss it, Gray. Kiss my pussy, please?” Marie wriggled her hips and begged in her best I’m-going-to-die-if-you-don’t voice.

With parted lips he pressed gently into the silken folds of her tenderness. One of her hands reached down and clutched a handful of hair on the back of his head while the other continued to pull at the sheets as though hanging on for dear life. He lingered in the midst of her – on purpose. Every nuance of her body’s reaction to his gift was accepted eagerly as his reward. He read her passion to the letter, and his moans mixed with hers as the kiss deepened transporting them both to parallel heavens.

His kiss was centered so his upper lip included her taut little pearl, and his lower lip rested slightly above her opening. A fresh charge of energy swelled through her, as his tongue skimmed over her crescent before caressing the underside of her clit. He brought his middle finger up just as his tongue slipped downward to toy with the edge of her opening and delved into her depths. With agonizingly slow pressure, he penetrated her, curling back and forth over her G-spot, unleashing another million volts of ecstasy with every pass. The thin string connecting her sanity with her soul snapped, and Marie separated from herself. For a moment, all that was left was the shell of a woman torn from her being, wrapped in the grips of a shuddering orgasm. Contractions wracked her body in a seemingly unending parade of pleasure. In that moment, there was no clear indication which one of them was most deeply in rapture.

He never moved his mouth, and he never stopped giving her that first lingering kiss. His tongue lay flat across her sensitized clit being careful not to ruin her moment. For several seconds he enjoyed the feel of rapid contractions against his tongue before they began to slow and weaken. Marie went limp, as her body embraced a state of utter relaxation. The first kiss ended like it was also the last kiss – forever – with hesitating desire to part from her.  Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet her gaze. Slender fingers caressed his cheeks and the wetness of his beard before pausing to rest on his lips for an acknowledging kiss. 

“And I like that part most of all,” he confessed.

Marie stuck out her lower lips in her best pout. “You make me feel so guilty.”  

“Guilty? Why, baby?”

“What you do for me is so…so…God...good just doesn't describe it. I come so good in your mouth, and I just feel like…well...like I’m taking advantage of a good situation.”

Grayson rolled over and laid on his back next to her, fingers interlocked behind his head. His elbows splayed out wide and a big Cheshire grin spread across freshly-eaten pussy-smeared lips. His cock looked like a compass pointing north, dancing to the beat of his heart. Pleasing her orally was a huge turn on for him, and the fact it made her feel guilty was not such a bad thing when absolving herself was so close at hand.

“So…” he began, widening his grin, “why don’t you show me just how guilty you really feel.”

Marie grinned back at him and crawled between his legs to swallow every inch of his absolution.