‘Thank you,’ he said. Now she relaxed on the bed spreading her legs. He settled close by and was raining petal soft kisses on her forehead.
‘Take your time dear, this is real relaxation therapy,’ she said closing her eyes.
His fingers, lips and tongue were simultaneously at work. Their agonizingly slow progress down south she was realizing in the core of her being. He spent an inordinately long period of time on her ear lobes and neck. His hands were softly massaging the contours of her bobs. His mouth was making love to one of the strutting nipples. Now his mouth was buried deep in her armpit and licking up her feminine fragrance. Now he was on her belly, kissing licking massaging and pressing at the right points. He proceeded to her thighs with the same reverent process, down and down right down to the twitching toes. Soft sounds of pleasure emerged from her mouth. Now he moved up slowly, this time to settle at her dripping core.
He sniffed and whiffed softly for some time along the furry surroundings then he tentatively ran his silken tongue along the outer folds. Then he settled on her clitoris which was already bathed in her delicious juice. May was writhing bucking and whimpering. He stiffened his tongue and penetrated her like a penis. Now he was making love to her and occasionally slurping the precious nectar. An earth shattering orgasm was building up in her, kicking and screaming she came into his hungry mouth. Her squirts hit the roof of his mouth one after another. Her underbelly convulsed violently. Slowly she descended down to a sedated stupor. He was still softly licking and kissing her core to facilitate the process.
‘That was something,’ she slowly opened her eyes, ‘this night I am going to have a serene slumber.’ She slowly eased out of him.
‘Do you need the panties now?’
‘No you can taste it at night and give it back in the morning,’ he helped her put on the bra and the shirt. While buttoning he kissed every inch being covered by the fabric. Then he tucked in the shirt into her skirt and kissed the ball of her panties in his fist. She kissed him and walked out like a satiated female animal.
I was stupendously excited. My pure honey was running down my thighs. In was my ovulation day was on and sexual tension was very much there. I experienced a strong itch in my folds. I was slightly disappointed because I did not get a glimpse of his purportedly legendary phallus. But I had taken a significant decision. He is mine, I have more right on him than any other woman. We have the right to love and share our feelings. He is after all my own extension.
In the morning I was hyper sensitive with excitement. Purposely I put on the light blue gown and fitting bra. As usual he hovered around me in the kitchen, sniffing feeling and subtly kissing. But we did not transgress the boundaries. The parting kiss in the morning also was unusually passionate. Our tongues dueled passionately, our bosoms strained to merge into each other. When he was gone I was ravaged by a strange loneliness. I wanted release, I wanted to hold somebody, I wanted intimacy.