“Woah,” Switch murmured one time after eating my pussy. I had dominated him and made him go down on me for quite a while. The look on his face made him seem like he’d been through a deluge. “I really got into that. Like woah.”
I smiled and laid back. “That’s because Pretty’s pussy is magical.”
“Clearly,” he chuckled, “I used to doubt, but now I believe.”
I want you to eat me like this. Clothes still on, middle of the day, long and slow. I don’t want to be crying out this time. Or bucking. Or cursing. I don’t want to be grabbing your hair and pulling you closer. I don’t want to make my need as obvious as I usually do.
I just want this. Slow. Gentle. Soft moaning. Hips lightly shaking. Eyes open. Lips parted.
For all the words I call myself, for all the wild fantasies I have, for all the times I grit my teeth and grind against you, sometimes I just need this. Sometimes this is all it takes.
(via sailingonthesea)
When people buckle and thrash like that, I just can’t control myself. I think it’s one of the sexiest, most graceful (yet feral and animalistic) things ever.