think it will be, but the approving noise he makes when his fingers come in contact with my very core makes me flush with pleasure.
He strokes me between my legs, makes leisurely circles around my clit before pressing inside of me. “You’re so ready. But I wonder…what do you taste like?”
Continuing to toy with me, making me squirm against him and the very obvious erection pressed between my hip and his belly, he goes on. “Are you sweet? Earthy? I’d bet anything there’s a little tang to you. I’m going to find out.”
He shifts me onto the bed, the soft sheets rough against my tender behind as he scoots me back and forces my thighs apart, spreading me out with his thumbs before dipping his head and, oh, yes, tasting me.
That’s what it feels like at first, too. Like he’s sampling, analyzing. Trying to figure out exactly what my flavor is, the exact composition of my palate.
“I was right,” he announces, looking up at me from between my legs. “A definite tang.”
I laugh and cover my face because I just can’t help it. All of my emotions have been brought to the surface and any scratch will let them through.
“Don’t cover your face. I want to watch you.”
I’ve got no energy to protest so instead I lie back, close my eyes and let my hands drift into my hair. I feel like a goddess as he worships me, testing with his tongue and lips and teeth exactly what kind of combination of licks, kisses and bites make me squirm. He’s surprisingly precise in his movements; even in this he exhibits control. It’s so good I might die.
He’s had me riding the edge for minutes when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks before biting. My whole body shudders because it’s exquisite and an equally trembling sound is forced from my throat.
“That’s right,” he murmurs while his beard scrapes against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Spread your wings, little bird. I’m going to make you fly.”
And he does, driving me back to the edge before shoving me over. He’s holding me down as well as he can but I wish he’d tied me because it doesn’t feel safe out here. It feels like I might fall to the earth from a great height.
But just when I open my eyes and start to sit up in a panic, he climbs over me, trapping me against the mattress, his hips pressing between my legs, his desire glaringly obvious as he rocks against me.
“I’ll give you a minute, but I have to have you.”
“I don’t need a minute. But I’d like to…” I reach between us, palming his length through his pants and giving him a gentle squeeze. “…return the favor.”
He closes his eyes and groans. “No.”
“But…” Surely with all the liberal ideas he has about sex he can’t hold to a strict interpretation on the prohibition of spilling of seed? I’ve been told oral and even anal were okay if it wasn’t to the exclusion of having sex in a way that could get you pregnant. So what’s his problem?
“No.” His eyes snap open and I don’t dare argue though I feel a bit chastised. “I didn’t mean to sound harsh. It’s just when I was growing up, that particular rule was practically beaten into us and it’s stuck with me. I have a hard time.”
“You don’t have to come in my mouth.”
He makes a strangled sound and then shakes his head, the corner of his mouth curling up. “That’s the thing, Tzipporah. At this very second? I can’t be sure I have that kind of self-control.”
A meek “okay” is all I can muster because I’m floored by his confession. I make him that crazy. Granted, if what he’s said is true, he probably didn’t do much, if any, masturbating in the past few years and was perhaps so deprived he started finding melons and baked goods tempting in an inappropriate way. Who cares? It still makes me happy.
It doesn’t take him long to strip his clothes and then he’s pressing inside of me. I take him, all of him, laying my hands on his shoulder blades and holding onto him
He strokes me between my legs, makes leisurely circles around my clit before pressing inside of me. “You’re so ready. But I wonder…what do you taste like?”
Continuing to toy with me, making me squirm against him and the very obvious erection pressed between my hip and his belly, he goes on. “Are you sweet? Earthy? I’d bet anything there’s a little tang to you. I’m going to find out.”
He shifts me onto the bed, the soft sheets rough against my tender behind as he scoots me back and forces my thighs apart, spreading me out with his thumbs before dipping his head and, oh, yes, tasting me.
That’s what it feels like at first, too. Like he’s sampling, analyzing. Trying to figure out exactly what my flavor is, the exact composition of my palate.
“I was right,” he announces, looking up at me from between my legs. “A definite tang.”
I laugh and cover my face because I just can’t help it. All of my emotions have been brought to the surface and any scratch will let them through.
“Don’t cover your face. I want to watch you.”
I’ve got no energy to protest so instead I lie back, close my eyes and let my hands drift into my hair. I feel like a goddess as he worships me, testing with his tongue and lips and teeth exactly what kind of combination of licks, kisses and bites make me squirm. He’s surprisingly precise in his movements; even in this he exhibits control. It’s so good I might die.
He’s had me riding the edge for minutes when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks before biting. My whole body shudders because it’s exquisite and an equally trembling sound is forced from my throat.
“That’s right,” he murmurs while his beard scrapes against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Spread your wings, little bird. I’m going to make you fly.”
And he does, driving me back to the edge before shoving me over. He’s holding me down as well as he can but I wish he’d tied me because it doesn’t feel safe out here. It feels like I might fall to the earth from a great height.
But just when I open my eyes and start to sit up in a panic, he climbs over me, trapping me against the mattress, his hips pressing between my legs, his desire glaringly obvious as he rocks against me.
“I’ll give you a minute, but I have to have you.”
“I don’t need a minute. But I’d like to…” I reach between us, palming his length through his pants and giving him a gentle squeeze. “…return the favor.”
He closes his eyes and groans. “No.”
“But…” Surely with all the liberal ideas he has about sex he can’t hold to a strict interpretation on the prohibition of spilling of seed? I’ve been told oral and even anal were okay if it wasn’t to the exclusion of having sex in a way that could get you pregnant. So what’s his problem?
“No.” His eyes snap open and I don’t dare argue though I feel a bit chastised. “I didn’t mean to sound harsh. It’s just when I was growing up, that particular rule was practically beaten into us and it’s stuck with me. I have a hard time.”
“You don’t have to come in my mouth.”
He makes a strangled sound and then shakes his head, the corner of his mouth curling up. “That’s the thing, Tzipporah. At this very second? I can’t be sure I have that kind of self-control.”
A meek “okay” is all I can muster because I’m floored by his confession. I make him that crazy. Granted, if what he’s said is true, he probably didn’t do much, if any, masturbating in the past few years and was perhaps so deprived he started finding melons and baked goods tempting in an inappropriate way. Who cares? It still makes me happy.
It doesn’t take him long to strip his clothes and then he’s pressing inside of me. I take him, all of him, laying my hands on his shoulder blades and holding onto him
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