Shiraz by Gisell DeJesus

With his tongue he
teased the imprint of the corset as it left marks all across my
torso, exploring the whole surface as he reached for yet another
handful of hair. He brought his tongue back up to my chin, down my
neck, and across my right breast. His other hand joined in and
encircled both of my tits in unison, somehow arousing my nipples
even more. I moaned in pleasure feeling the nubs of his fingers
drawing circles around my nipples.
    He once again sprawled me
across the bed, this time closer to the headboard. I could have
cried, he was so fucking good at this. His tongue went rogue,
escaping my mouth via the path my neck made for it and found my
left breast. For how violated my breast
feel he must be obsessed with them. He
flicked his tongue like a snake, forcing my back to arch. Clenching
my nipple with his teeth, I flinched at the pain. He mimicked this
with my other nipple, paying equal attention to the underside of my
tits. His other hand clawed across my thigh and squeezed my ass
through my skirt. Holy fuck, this was incredible.
    I felt obligated to give him a hand.
While he continued to tease and suck at my tits, I unzipped the
back of my skirt. He must have heard the unzip of the zipper . . .
both of his hands scratched at the skirt, wiggling it down my legs
and letting it slide off my feet and drape to the floor. He moved
two fingers to the inside of the line of my black panties, letting
the elastic snap back against my waist. With each handful he
grabbed two handfuls of underwear and yanked, unearthing my pussy
that was his for the taking. He ran two fingers along my trimmed
hair, sending my juices into a frenzy. I was going to die if he
didn’t dive in already.
    Ryan got off the bed, dropping to his
knees pulling my whole body forward as if I weighed no more than
the stick he beats his drums with. His defined arms spread my legs
apart, and he stared at my pussy as if a freshly prepared meal. I
watched him lick his lips in anticipation, and just when I thought
I couldn’t take it anymore, he lowered his head into my
lap.
    I don’t know if I have the vocabulary
to describe what he did to me, but it was impeccable. He traced
symbols across my labia, drawing caricatures on my lips like it was
his personal canvas and his tongue was the paintbrush. Every inch
of my vagina was his to explore, along with the insides of my
thighs, and he went on an adventure. His tongue managed to wet my
pussy even more, and I groaned in pleasure every time he approached
my clit. He was a fucking professional; if he ever wanted to give
up music, he had a long career ahead of him in cunnilingus. He knew
how to make me beg for it, darting his tongue just over the hood of
my clit every time he moved within an inch.
    Finally, he not only went to work on
my clit, he pulled the hood back in my direction to expose the most
sensitive area he could find. I was not expecting this so I
screamed in response, probably alerting the rest of the hotel as to
what was happening in this very room. He glanced up for a minute,
checking to see if I was okay. I nodded at him to continue, now
accustomed to his level of expertise.
    He continued to go down on me for what
seemed like heaven’s definition of forever. He was such a master
that I almost didn’t want to finish, I just wanted this to last
into the morning. As he continued to lick me, he kept one of his
hands in place for my hood and used the other to work its way
inside me. His fingers found my g-spot as quickly as if it were a
vacation home. I cried out in joy as I could feel myself rapidly
approaching an orgasm. The musical combination of his tongue and
fingers working their own separate magic was too much for me to
handle, so I dug one of my hands into his head and squeezed my left
tit with the other. I sailed over the edge, emitting short bursts
of air as he pulled his tongue and fingers even deeper inside me as
my entire pussy shook in absolute pleasure. His fingers massaged
the insides of my