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“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said as he gently touched his lips to mine. The kiss was decidedly more forceful than our first kiss (if it could even be called that; it was barely a brush of lips). Wendell let me take the lead and responded in kind. I reached up and touched the tip of my fingers to his right cheek, then slid them down to the hair at his nape.
“Your hair is by far your most handsome attribute. It’s the thing I missed most when you changed yourself into a spindly little faerie to rescue me from the winter king.” I ran my fingers through his hair and he shivered at my touch.
“Em, I’ve waited so long for this. I want to do this right. Please tell me if you want me to stop.”
I nodded and kissed him back slightly more enthusiastically than I originally intended. He breathed into my mouth and he tasted of rain and moss and bluebells.
“I’m going to kiss your neck now,” he murmured into my ear. He made good on his promise and kissed and licked his way down to my collarbone, stopping just above the neck of my chemise.
“I’m going to touch your breasts. I’m going to draw my finger around your nipples until they’re hard. Then I’m going to suck on them through your chemise. It’s one of my favourite fantasies.”
I felt him harden against my stomach as he enumerated all of the various ways he wished to touch my breasts. I have to admit, prior to this endeavor, I had never considered the functionality of breasts in sexual exploration. Sex with Leopold had been concise. It was satisfying in the way that completing an academic paper is satisfying.
This was something else entirely. I felt myself growing wetter between my thighs as Wendell became more explicit in his verbiage and his mouth grew more insistent upon my erect nipples.
“I want you bare before me. I’ve pictured you naked so many times. Thought about how your cunt would feel. How it would taste. What it would be like to fuck your breasts. I came on my stomach, in my hand, so many times thinking of how it would feel to fill you with my cum or to come down your throat.”
He began to lift my slip up over my stomach, then my breasts, then at last over my head.
“Don’t forget to tell me what you’re doing,” I chided.
“I’m taking your chemise and knickers off so that I can eat your cunt until you come on my tongue and then I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. If I don’t cum in about five seconds, I’d also like the chance for you to ride me while I rub your clit so I can make you come all over my cock.”
“That is entirely filthy and- ah, oh God, very specific,” I whispered to him as he worked his way back up my body.
“Yes, well, I’ve had a good deal of time to consider all the ways I want to debouche you. For example, I had a particularly vivid fantasy that involved you, me, and –”
I cut him off with a kiss and ran my fingers along his chest. When my fingers reached his abdomen and pulled at his shirt, I felt him shudder against me. I’ve never been very much the instigator in intimate situations. This felt a world apart from any previous sexual encounters. For one thing, I’d never wanted to touch someone else with this level of ferocity before. I’d also never been this aroused before. I became embarrassed that I was seemingly dripping onto the duvet before mentally chiding myself. Wendell was very clearly not discouraged by my current state as he was running his finger through my folds in a rather teasing manner.
“I’m going to lick your cunt now and I’m going to fuck you with my fingers at the same time.”
As he made his way back down my body, he pushed my chemise up over my hips and licked up my inner thighs. This was uncharted territory for me at the time, but as of writing this entry, I can definitively say that cunnilingus is very enjoyable, especially when your partner is as enthusiastic as Wendell. He was surely making good on his promise and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the precipice. Wendell lapped at my clitoris while he fucked me with his fingers. Instinctively, I grabbed my breast with one hand while I raked the other through his hair, drawing him closer. Maddeningly, the closer I got, the slower Wendell would go.
“I told you that I was going to tell you what I’m doing to you. I’m not making you come yet, Em.”
“Yes, ah- yes, you are,” I moaned. As soon as I said that, he pulled his fingers part of the way out of me and halted. I wanted to thrust wantonly against him, but he moved away far enough that I couldn’t get enough friction.
“Wendell, stop teasing me. I’d very much like to keep my sanity and you are threatening it.”
“Very well my dearest Em. I’m going to lick your cunt until you come on my face.” He lapped and sucked at me and I came against the flat of his tongue, pulling his hair as I rode his face.
I collapsed against the sleeping mat just as Wendell gripped himself and moaned. “Fuck Em, I’m so turned on. Can I cum on your cunt?”
“I thought you were telling me, not asking.”
He took himself in hand and began to touch himself, not breaking eye contact with me.
“Em, I am going to cum all over your cunt, then I’m going to use my fingers and then my cock to fuck it into you.”
I felt his cum coat my already rather wet cunt and before he could do anything, I traced a finger through his spend and pushed it into me. He looked at me with an incomprehensible expression. I wondered if I had done something wrong when he said “and just when I thought you couldn’t arouse me more.”
He leaned down and kissed me and then he made good on all of his promises, telling me in explicit detail exactly how he was carrying them out. I did indeed feel rather more relaxed. Maybe there is something to be said for the soporific effect of orgasms.