Good Head

I don't think there's anything sexier than making eye contact with a man who's head is nestled between your legs...especially if he knows what he's doing. Even sexier is a man who's head is nestled between my thighs and is taking his time. I mean really going out of his way to get the job done. Imagine his name is Marcus and he wants the damn gold star.

A man with great oral skills is hard to come by, however (not entirely literally, of course). There's a lot involved. Eating my honeypot requires a sincere, dedicated effort. It's more than licking my clitoris. It's timing, licking, sucking, waiting, depth of interest, longevity of the "visit."

It begins with tentative licks with a pointed tongue to separate the lips of my pussy. Then he takes a moment to look at it. He knows that I'm watching him, waiting for him to put his skills on the table. But he's unhurried, not rushing my bliss. While looking at my pussy, he may lick his lips. He refuses to look at me. He's serious about his task, contemplating the best mode of attack. He doesn't zero in for the kill, instead soft lips meet my clit. A gentle tongue laps at her, asks her if she wants such attention. You better believe she does! One lick down the center of my pussy. Two licks...then with just a slight point in his tongue, he lifts the hood of my clitoris back to reveal my pink bud. With tender fingers he holds the hood back to continue with his task. He wears a smirk as he slowly brings his head back to my honeybutton, he makes eye contact--he's enjoying this method of torture. His tongue is hard and flat as he licks at me, he brings his thumb to my center to check my level of arousal. Usually, he mutters Damn. or some other expletive that tells of his surprise at the nectar that is flowing freely. He uses his tongue to trace the origins of my pleasure, my wetness nearly dripping from his tongue. I begin to squirm. His timing is perfect as he languidly pulls his face away, watching my pussy as he inserts his index and middle finger inside of me. This is usually when I lay back on the pillow with my eyes closed. He begins to stimulate my g-spot with sure fingers curling toward the front of my pelvis. I am only feeling at this point. My eyes are closed. They roll back in my head as I feel first his breath, then the tip of his tongue teasing my clit. Usually my thighs shake and I get to moaning. His fingers are still in my pussy, picking up the pace just slightly. I moan again as he withdraws his tongue from my clit. I pick my head up from the pillow to look to see why his tongue isn't connecting with my clit. I can hear his fingers moving, moving in my pussy. I am pretty turned on at the sound. With his eyes trained on mine, he moves his mouth to the swolled head of my clitoris. Without taking his eyes from mine, he begins to suck. Gently at first. I'm moaning much louder by now. This is usually where I bring my hands to my nipples and begin to pull. As the suction increases, so does the tug at my nipples. I can barely stand it as his fingers continue to pump my pussy, back and forth over my g-spot. And, all the while, his eyes haven't left mine. I feel it. I know it's coming. I feel the fluid pressing behind my g-spot. With a mind of their own, my hips begin to undulate from the bed. I'm trying to get away from his mouth. He stays with me. I throw my hands from my tits to the bed grabbing fistfuls of the sheet trying to escape his relentless mouth. He moves his fingers from my twitching honeypot. He places one hand on each hip. His mouth is glued to my clit, his eyes watching me try to escape the intense pleasure that he knows he's giving me. I can see the sparkle in his eye. It's pride. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. I begin to pant. The pressure is mounting and becoming too much to bear. I'm watching him watch me. He beckons my orgasm with his eyes. I'm coming. He senses that I'm holding back. He doesn't change the pressure of the suction on my clit. Instead, he holds my hips tighter and pulls them even closer to his mouth. I can't go anywhere. I know I'm coming. My thighs become warm. I close my eyes. I put my hand on his forehead to push him away. He stays. I look at him one last time as he somehow shuns my hand without breaking contact with my clit. My heels begin to dig into the bed. I begin to whimper, nearly hyperventilating. My back arches. I throw my head back. My eyes snap closed. I come all over his chin. I know he's been watching me the whole time.

As I come to, I look at him. I'm disturbed by the power of my orgasm. I feel the wet spot beneath my buttocks. With a huge smile and my orgasm dripping from his chin, he asks me

Did you get it?

Cocky bastard.