A night to worship your pussy

Following several stressful weeks you asked me to eat your pussy.

"When I come home from work, will you please lick me?,†you asked as we finished breakfast. “I need to empty my mind for a bit and just feel. I want to lose myself in pleasure."

I beamed. This will be good I thought.

"I'm not just talking about five minutes of foreplay before we fuck," you continued. "This needs to be all about me."

All that day you occupied my thoughts. I wanted it to be special for you. To make you feel desired. To rid you of tension. To soothe your pain even.

Time seemed to crawl as my anticipation grew until at last I heard you at our front door.

I greeted you with a kiss and took your hand to guide you to our bed. There in the candle-lit room I began to remove your clothes until you were naked in front of me save for your red panties. This is something she needs, I thought, but god I'm sure I'm even more excited about this than she is.

At the foot of the bed, I kissed your cheek lightly and lowered you so that you rested on your back. I looked down to admire your body, to take you all in. Your already swollen nipples and the assertive outlines of your vagina fueled my desire. Very deliberately, I lowered your panties to expose your gorgeous pussy, which I imagined as hungry for my tongue.

Some time that morning you had trimmed yourself leaving only a tuft at the top and a tiny bed of hair on your lips. "When did this happen?" I asked with a smile. With no intention to chat, you shut your eyes and turned your head to the side. It was an invitation. An expression of your submission to me. But who is the sub here? Does it matter? I was enflamed by my desire to lick you and overcome by the need to taste your heat.

I fell to my knees at the end of the bed, drew your body closer to the edge so that your legs touched the floor. I parted your legs with my hands and began to kiss you from the knees up. Lingering on the insides of your thighs before I nibbled at the fleshy part nearly at the top. My mouth rested just below your pussy as my hands caressed your legs. I was overcome by the sensations, intently focused on the softness of your skin, its slightly salty taste and the sound of your deep and steady breathing. I assumed you were lost in your own feels and wondered what it felt like for you. What thoughts and colors moved across your mind's eye?

Before beginning the main course, I grazed your beckoning pussy lips with a finger and convinced myself that I could feel you breathing between your legs--a gentle air pushed out from inside you, warming my hand.

Without further preliminaries I began to eat. From my first licks I discovered that you were already soaked and they encouraged me to eat more aggressively. I parted your lips with my fingers and inserted my tongue inside you feeling the slippery walls of your most intimate space. You had often told me that your clit is your pleasure center, but driving my tongue inside you was about me and wanting to serve you. I knew it and am sure you did too if you thought about it. I hoped to touch your core to surrender the tension and the fear and the anger inside you--implanted within you over decades by villians known and unknown. Despite our best efforts you released those pains only intermittently and without ever freeing yourself of them completely.

As my hands slipped under your ass, I parted your legs further with my face and commenced the real work. I teased your clit with my tongue before sucking it between my lips and into my mouth. My tongue worked your slit up and down as I kneaded your ass in time with my mouth. Even as I ate you I looked up to catch glimpses of your chest and your head as it nodded from side to side.

You placed one hand on the back of my head, but your breathing was my real guide. When I heard your soft moans, I licked more aggressively, reveling in the wetness that flowed out of you. I imagined myself drinking your sap, quenching a deep thirst and treasuring every drop of you as if it were nectar.

At intervals I slowed the pace and focused on rubbing your ass, squeeezing your cheeks or teasing your asshole with a finger. Your butt was quite wet from your liquid that trickled down between your legs along with my saliva. That realization opened up other tantalizing possibilities. But that was for another night. The night was to be all about your pussy.

Feeling you rise and crest several times over the course of an hour, I determined that it was your time to cum. With my tongue delivering steady lashes to your clit, I slipped the tips of two fingers into your pussy moving them in and out of you before using one finger to search deeper inside you. With only light pressure I found what I was looking for and began to rub the rough bit of flesh that I pictured to be just behind your clit.

I moved my finger in circles that followed the pattern of my tongue around your clit. I knew that I had hit my mark as your moans grew louder. Using my head and the weight of my shoulders I constrained your hips that needed so badly to thrash and buck to absorb the waves of pleasure coursing through your cunt.

As you groaned, I imagined a wave of pleasure rolling across your body beginning at your pussy flowing up to your chest before flooding your limbs and reaching your fingertips. I bore down on you with my mouth as you released your own flood that at least momentarily emptied you of the tension and the pain, and soaked your legs and my face. It was an intense cum of tension and sadness, I surmised, but so immensely satisfying.

With a strong taste of you in my mouth I moved up to your face, wrapped my arms around you and kissed away tears.