~ NYSSA
He withdrew his tongue and plunged two fingers in me at once and I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
My hands went down to fist his hair. I didn't know whether it was to pull him closer or to push him away. All I know is I was grabbing fistfuls of his hair and riding his face, chasing my orgasm.
My response only egged him on because he repeated the process- over and over again until I was balancing on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall.
"I'm going to-," I couldn't finish the sentence, "Please."
My orgasm hit me like a train but he didn't stop. He parted my slit with one hand and dragged his tongue flat against me.
"I want you cumming until you soak my entire face in your cum," he whispered as he curled his tongue into me.
With every arch of my back and curl of his tongue, I tugged at his hair harder.
I actually liked being completely at his mercy as he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of me.
