Hello lovelies.
Here we have a short little tale told from a male perspective. Not a lot of back story. Just two close friends letting go of their inhibitions and taking part in some oral delights. First-person perspective is not something I dabble in very often but occasionally a story will pop into my head and I need to jot it down. It's a full course meal of cunnilingus as seen through writer's eyes and desire. No names or concrete characters. Just the remnants of a dream I had last night and a reflection on my love for giving over receiving. A thirst to move onward and mild hints of hesitation. Tentative firsts.
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Steph XO
A Thirst for Giving...
"I'm not sure where to go from here." I said while taking note of my trembling hands and cracked voice.
It was not totally truthful. Deep down, I knew what I wanted. I had been longing for that taste I had not experienced in ages. I was torn between maintaining that boundary of platonic friendship and succumbing to a primal urge to feast on the delights that come with oral sex. I digress, it was an urge I had a lot of experience in suppressing and my demi-sexuality was often a factor. I found myself attracted to her through our bond over our time together. Late night chatting, reciprocal moments of motivating each other to be our best possible selves. We had become close from a distance and now we were sitting on her sofa, drinks in hand and side by side. In the mix of conversation and bonding, my hand wound up on her thigh and I don't remember how or when.
The moments leading up to her flat and to her sofa were a bit of a blur. I remember asking her if I could walk her home after our dinner together. I remember that feeling of dread knowing our time was coming to an end and I'd inevitably be walking into my flat alone and somewhat thirsty. I wanted to extend the time as much as possible and savour each and every extra moment. At some point during that chilly walk home, under the glowing streetlights, a connection was made. Our arms repeatedly brushed against each other while we walked side by side. It led to the backs of our hands making contact and eventually the locking of pinkie fingers. Neither of us said a word. Neither of us let go. Just subtle squeezing of our smallest digits. I have to admit, the sensation sent my heart racing.
"What are you unsure about?" She said while looking at me.
There was something about her smile that spoke hidden thoughts to me. There was no tension in her face, nor in her body, as we were cuddled up beside each other. She seemed perfectly at ease in contrast to the audible thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. She looked happy, content and damn that smile got me every fucking time. Was this just platonic closeness? Or was it something more? I was frightened to push too fast knowing the entire bond we had formed would be put in jeopardy. Getting together brought me great joy and I didn't want to ruin it by crossing a line. Perhaps I had already crossed it. Perhaps she had invited me to cross it. Her thigh was warm beneath my hand while I desperately tried to hide my shaking.
"I just didn't expect to be..." I paused to search for the right word.
"Cuddling?" She asked with a smile that spoke of mischief.
"Exactly." I said. My face was hot from blushing.
Her gentle laugh warmed my soul and while lost in it, I felt her squeeze my hand that was laying on her thigh. Our eyes were locked and I was captivated by her energy. Our faces were centimetres apart. I watched her eyes dart down to my lips and back. Surely that was a sign right? I knew I had to take the next step. I looked at her lips and back into her eyes while detecting a slight twitch in her upper lip. "It's now or never." I thought to myself. I edged further towards her face and she reciprocated. Back and forth, closing the gap between our faces until our lips connected. We both inhaled softly as our lips united in multiple soft kisses. Each one lingering a little longer than the last.
Her hand gripped mine, urging me to intensify the gentle squeezing of her thigh. Inside, I am screaming with giddy excitement. "This is happening!" I shout to myself in my head while trying to remain calm and collected on the outside. Eyes closed, I can still picture those kisses. I can feel them, taste them. My senses are on fire with stimulation. I am drinking her energy and she is drinking mine. We are feeding each other simultaneously. Her hand squeezes mine even harder and she pulls back her lips. Our foreheads and noses still touching, I hear that her breathing has increased.
"That felt great." She said between breaths while keeping her eyes closed.
I lift her chin with the fingers of my free hand and our lips connect once again in a second round of passion. This time they part, allowing our tongues to gently tease and touch. She squeezes my hand even harder, pulling it up her thigh. Together they edge upwards until my middle finger is pressed against the side of her mound. She gasps lightly and I feel her body shudder against mine. I can tell the urges are mutual now and I question my next moves. Though I could envision taking things all the way, my raw desire at that point was to devote myself to her pleasure. She had offered so much to me up until that point, I found myself craving to give it all back. All thoughts led to her parted lips as my tongue delicately danced with hers.
Our mouths separated once again in gentle panting. The dull thumping in my hot ears a testament to my excitement and nervousness.
"Tell me your fantasy." She said staring into my eyes. "What do want to happen here?"
My heart was trembling within. Akin to a caffeine overdose of sorts. It would have been unsettling under any other circumstances. Deep down, I knew what I wanted but the words were stuck. My eyes were locked onto hers.
"I want to worship you with my hands and mouth." I said in a low voice.
"And what about you?" She replied, tilting her head with a half smile.
We had never talked about sex in a personal way before. Relationships, equality, sex-positivity and feminism, sure, at great lengths. This was uncharted territory though. My deep desire to just devote my efforts to the pleasure of another kindred soul. Of course I had physical needs but sometimes I just needed to focus on my primal desire to give. To ravish another being with all my energy and effort. To get lost in a moment of selfless devotion.
"I just want to focus on you." I said without breaking eye contact. "My pleasure will come from that."
I'll never forget that look of combined mischief and scepticism that formed on her face. She smiled and sat upright to face me. The din of my thumping heart echoing in my ears. She shifted her hips and turned her back to me with her head turned to the side. Somehow I knew what she wanted. I shifted positions as well so I was nestled behind her. She gently leaned back against me and tilted her head downwards. Wrapping my arms around her, I roamed her upper body with my hands. The soft, fluffy turtleneck felt exquisite against my fingertips. My hands roamed from her wrists to her shoulders, under her arms and down her sides. I detected a shiver through the fabric and she pressed against me in a soft moan.
Watching her tilt her head from side to side I couldn't resist kissing the nape of her neck. Tender and wet kisses that caused her to shiver. She sighed and gasped as I worked my way around. Focused on the kissing, I had forgotten about my hands but she gently reminded me by taking them in hers and bringing them to her chest in an upwards slide. "How the fuck is this happening?" I ask myself as I caress her through the fuzzy sweater. Cupping each of her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze, I tilt my head and allow hers to arch back. With her neck exposed to my mouth, I move in for more kissing. Her mouth pops open at first contact with a sharp inhale of breath. Hints of perfume invade my senses and I feel her shudder. She grips my hands.
"One second." She gasped, while leaning forward.
I watched as she pulled the sweater upwards, exposing her back until I could see the back of her bra. A wordless invitation to assist her. I gently pinched the clasp until it popped open.
"Thanks." She said with a nervous giggle while allowing the sweater to fall back into place.
Lifting her body back up to my chest, she reached under the sweater and began pivoting left and right while rotating her shoulders. Seconds later, her hands emerged and she dropped her bra in front of the sofa. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back into me once again. She arched her head back and I continued to kiss and tease her skin. She gasped and moaned as my hands resumed their roaming adventure. She shivered in my arms as I ran my fingertips up and down the sides of her breasts then gently traced delicate trails all over them. I paid attention to every shiver as my fingers danced along her sweater. I heard every gentle gasp as I stroked and squeezed her body. The sharp inhales when my fingertips rolled over her nipples.
With my left hand gently squeezing her breast, my right hand wandered downwards and she placed her hand on it. Together they slid downwards to the bottom of her sweater until our fingers met her leggings. I extended and curled my fingers in a slow and steady crawl. She shivered instantly and parted her knees. I was in a state of euphoria knowing she was encouraging the next steps. We dove deeper, hand in hand, until we were pressed against her mound. She gasped again as I kissed her neck, giving it a tender bite. She squeezed my hand in a low moan as we teased her mound together.
Our passion drove further and soon my hand slipped underneath the waist of her leggings. I was nervous but persistent. The feeling of silk fabric edged me further. She gripped my wrist and helped me plunge downwards until I could feel her folds part around my middle finger. A pronounced warmth emanated from within and it was intoxicating. Circles and slides as the fabric shifted around. A gentle moan escaped her and I could feel it against my lips while they were pressed against her neck. The intensity grew and she parted her knees further allowing my hand to go deeper. I pressed my finger against her and slid upwards feeling her lips part from beneath the fabric. A hint of wetness was forming against the silky covering.
My heart skipped a beat as she reached for the waist of her leggings. She shuffled them downwards while pressing against me. I watched from over her shoulder as she edged them towards her knees and down her calves. My hand remained in place as she shifted around until she could pull the leggings over each ankle until they joined her bra on the floor beside the sofa. She let out a satisfied sigh and leaned into me while taking my hand and urging it to rub her silk covered mound. I happily fulfilled her wishes and used two fingers to gently massage her clitoris which had become swollen in arousal. She rocked her hips in approval while allowing gentle moans to escape. Her legs had fully parted, giving me full access, save for the silky boundary between my trembling fingers and her vulva.
"I love this." She whispered in a sigh.
"Me too." I said softly before giving her neck a tender bite.
I swirled my two middle fingers against the fabric while she gently pushed into them. I watched her toes curl from within her ankle socks. The wetness had become more apparent against my fingers. I spread my index and ring fingers apart and traced them along the exposed edges of her vulva. Skin on skin, it was warm and smooth. My middle finger gently prodded against the damp fabric and she began gyrating under my spell. As her moans reverberated against my lips, I was driven to dive deeper. I slipped my middle finger under the damp seam and she shuddered against me. She pressed her feet together and parted her knees as far as they would go. An invitation to take the next step. Ever the respectful guest, I accepted her invitation and slipped my two fingers through the side.
"Mmmmm." She moaned and gasped as my fingers met her wet lips.
I swirled them around in slow circles, parting her open and gently teasing the wetness from within. With my free hand, I gripped her left breast and massaged it slowly while letting my finger brush against her nipple. It had become erect in arousal and she giggled between breaths. My mouth travelled up and down her neck in tender kissing leading up to the back of her ear. Her entire body shuddered and the sudden movement edged my finger inside her. She gripped the hand that was massaging her breast and dug her nails into me. Her other hand reached for her panties, tugging them downwards to allow me to move in from the top. I slid my finger out and brought it to my mouth. I remember moaning while slipping it between my lips for that first taste. It was exquisite. Silky and ripe with arousal. I was in for a treat and I grinned in anticipation.
With a new sense of hunger, I slid my hand downwards until my middle finger met her clitoris. We both shuddered in pleasure. The raw intimacy and thirst to proceed was a driving force. I couldn't wait to dive deeper inside her but the moment was hers. Using my two middle fingers to circle her clitoris, I patiently tease her.
"Show me." I whisper in her ear.
She lowered her hand and placed it on top of mine. Within seconds they united and began their dance. My hand became hers as I relinquished control. I wanted to feel and observe, study her movements, map her desires. Together we edged downwards and teased her. Our breathing synchronised as our hearts began racing. It didn't take long for our middle fingers to find our focus and part the soft lips leading to her depths. A pool of wetness greeted my fingertip and we moaned in unison. Her free hand reached up and behind my head where she curled her fingers through my hair. Without a word she pushed my finger inside her and gripped my hair in a whimper. We succumb to our mutual urge and penetrate. Everything around us fades away as we get lost in the rhythmic thrusting of my fingers.
Her moans were music to my ears. Her grip on the back of my head a testament to the intensity. My fingers were drenched in her arousal and I could feel her hand trembling against mine as she began to lose control. My fingers curled inside her while my palm gyrated firmly against her clitoris. It was an incredible sight watching her thighs quiver and toes curl. My lips were millimetres from her ear and I voiced my thoughts.
"This is incredible. You feel incredible." I whisper.
She clenched my curling fingers and her hips shuddered.
"You are..." She gasped. "Gonna make me come."
My grin went form ear to ear. "More than once I hope."
I punctuated my words with a deep thrust and an intense curling of my middle fingers.
"We have all night." She replied in a moan.
"Are you inviting me to sleep over?" I ask cheekily before nibbling on her earlobe.
"You're welcome to..."
She clenched intensely and I felt a surge of wetness hit my palm. A low groan erupted from her lips and she clenched my fingers repeatedly.
"...pass out when we're done." She ended with a gasp.
A wave of euphoria filled my senses. The knowledge of a potential all-nighter on the horizon drove me to a state of primal lust. The rush of excitement propelled itself through my fingers and directly to her core as I fingered her with a newly found urgency. I watched her thighs go limp as she gave herself to me. Both of her hands went into a state of involuntary petting, tapping and pulling. She gripped my hair with one hand and rapidly tapped on my busy hand with the other. It hit suddenly as I felt her tighten around my fingers in steady whimpering. Her body shuddered and her legs stretched out and back again. I watched her toes curl and point outwards repeatedly while her panting increased. The next shudder came with a deep moan as I felt her climax around my fingers.
I held my fingers inside her, completely motionless while she clenched with each orgasmic wave. We let them pass in a tight embrace and I kissed her neck and cheek. Mentally, I had reached my own form of climax as I panted with her and felt her aftershocks. It was thrilling to take her to the edge and feel her let go. We got lost in gentle petting and squeezing and I slowly withdrew my fingers. I had an urge to taste them but she had a hold of my hand. To my surprise, she lifted my hand and brought it to my mouth. I took in two middle fingers simultaneously. One of mine and one of hers, sucking the sensual nectar from both.
"Mana from the gods." I thought to myself in a gentle moan as I got lost in the primal nature of it.
"Would you like some more?" She asked with our heads pressed together.
"You don't have to ask me twice." I chuckled with a grin.
She sat up from my embrace and rested her back against the sofa. It was the first time looking into her eyes since she had started undressing. She had a satiated grin on her face and slow-blinking eyes. Without the telltale grin I would have assumed exhaustion but her expression spoke of the same euphoric delight I was feeling. Leaning in towards her, we get lost in a round of passionate kissing and my excitement of the delights I would soon be experiencing were at the front of my mind. I gently pulled away and knelt on the floor. Her legs were closed and I rested my arms on her knees while looking into her eyes. She was still blinking slowly and I found myself hypnotised.
"I'm a little cold." She said while stroking her lap. "One second."
She stood up from the couch and I arched my head back to look up at her. There was something electric about her towering over me and grinning. My eyes wandered downwards until they met the bottom of her sweater that just barely covered her panties. My face was mere centimetres away and I was longing to have her straddle my face. Perhaps she read it in my eyes or grin. Perhaps she had a mutual urge. Stroking the top of my head and gripping my hair, she pulled my face into her. I inhaled deeply, savouring the damp silk pressed against my lips. Before I could take my second dose, she pulled away.
"More of that in a moment." She smiled and turned away from me.
I watched her disappear into a darkened room with her scent lingering in my thoughts. I reflected on where the night had started and where it had led. I was in a state of disbelief. I reached for my glass on the coffee table and downed the final gulp of Riesling. I was as nervous as I was excited. It had been ages since I had partaken in the delights of oral sex and a small part of me was worried if had become rusty. "It's just like riding a bicycle." I thought to myself while being fully aware that I was more or less the bike seat for that particular indulgence. My thoughts were interrupted with footsteps causing the floorboards to gently creak.
A rush of excitement consumed me when I turned my head towards the footsteps. She had emerged from the room and paused. I wish I could have captured my face in that moment. Everything had remained unchanged save for one seductive addition. Her legs were wrapped in a pair of dark grey, cable knit socks that went all the way up to her mid-thigh. My heart raced and my mouth popped open in awe. Having never discussed anything about desires, fantasies or preferences before, I was stunned by the surprise coincidence.
"You like them?" She asked with a grin while approaching me.
"Love them." I answered in a cracked voice.
My nerves were getting the better of me as she stood before me in towering dominance. I adored looking up at her. I instinctively placed my hands on her calves and slid them upwards. Looking up at her, staring into her eyes and savouring her pleasing grin. Once again she pushed herself into my face and I took my second hit of her arousing scent. The combination of sight, smell, taste and touch caused my body to shiver as I took everything in. Her legs trembled when my fingertips trailed up the back of her thighs. She scrunched my hair between her fingers and gave me one more tug into her mound then gently pushed my head away from her. She sat on the sofa with her knees together and her feet planted on the edge. I took my place in front of her and gently stroked her legs. She was holding them in her arms. Slightly closed off.
"We don't have to go further." I said softly. "Happy to cuddle as well."
Her smile was intoxicating. Her dark eyes a mystery train to an unknown destination. I could detect mild hesitation and wanted to be certain of her comfort.
"I want it." She said while briefly closing her eyes. "It's just new and intimate."
I could easily empathise. Revealing ourselves for the first time to anyone could be overwhelming no matter how badly we want to take the next steps. I stroked her legs in soft glides from her ankles to the tops of her socks. We laughed playfully as she wriggled her toes. I looked up at her and watched as she moved her hands from her knees and pull the neck of her sweater over her mouth in beautiful bashfulness. Her eyes were locked on mine with those seductively slow blinks.
"Be gentle." She said in a muffled voice.
My heart began to race as she slowly parted her legs. An overwhelming sensation knowing I was about to gorge myself on a feast of oral delights. I allowed my hands to roam as I slowly dove inwards. She parted further to allow access but I could feel her nervousness in the trembling of her legs. I tuned into her energy. A skill I had honed over the years. To shut everything out and allow myself to read everything I could sense in the moment. I matched the pace of her parting legs, and delicately kissed my way up her inner thighs. That familiar scent of arousal became more pronounced and pulled me inwards. In seconds my lips met the silky fabric hiding her mound and all the leftover traces of our first forays of pleasure.
Another deep breath filled my lungs and sense of arousal. I felt her thighs shiver around my cheeks. She lifted her feet in the air and slid herself towards the edge of the couch. The table was set, and all I was missing was a napkin. I traced my fingers along her panties; my face only centimetres away from the fabric. I was sure she could feel each and every breath I took. I traced the the lacy outer edges of her panties with my ring and index fingers. My middle finger pressed against the damp silk where I could feel the subtle ridges and folds. There was a distinct warmth emanating from her. I could feel every shiver of her body as my fingers traced each ridge and surface.
I look up at her in delight and lock eyes. I'm prepared for my first direct taste but unsure if she's mutually ready. I slowly brought my fingertips to the lacy edge of her panties. With her mouth still hiding beneath the neck of her sweater, she nodded at me with those slow blinking eyes. I didn't break our stare as I pulled them aside. The scent of arousal enveloped my face and I dove in for a long and steady lick while looking into her eyes. She dropped her hands from her sweater and plunged them to the blanket covering the sofa. She clenched it with both hands and her mouth opened in a gasp.
Her expression changed instantly. She squinted but kept eye contact. She bit her lip in a voiceless whimper. She tasted fucking exquisite. It took all the effort I had to keep my eyes from rolling backwards in raw lust. Within seconds, the first tender licks turned to a feast of delight as I explored her vulva with my tongue. Steady moans escaped her lips and she shifted her hips is slow gyrations. She inhaled sharply each time the tip of my tongue brushed against her clitoris and shivered as I would trail up and down her labia. I was travelling through an erotic utopia of delight and got completely lost in my explorations.
Without warning she lifted her sweater up just enough to grab the waist of her panties. It was clear she needed them off and I was delighted to help.
"That's better." She cooed reassuringly as I dropped them on the floor.
Having unrestricted access, I dove back in and revelled in the moaning coming from above. I felt her hand run through my hair and grab it with a hungry pull. I felt her inhibitions slip away as I my tongue penetrated her. The taste was beyond words and I was in my element. I massaged her backside and ran my hands up and down her legs. Every so often glancing upwards to watch her face express each sensation. Blocked gasps, moans, and single panting words of encouragement and direction. I felt as if she knew that I would be receptive of her needs and she did not hesitate to guide me where she needed me.
The both of us held her legs open, allowing me to roam freely with my mouth. My lips were drenched in her wetness and my thirst was insatiable. Her clitoris had become swollen and visible as I switched back and forth between my wet fingers and tongue, teasing it seductively with gentle suction. The moans from above were intoxicating and I found myself moaning back. Her legs would quiver in my hands under the low vibration. She was soaked and pulsing. I could feel every vibration course through her body. I felt the soft wool of her socks sliding against my shoulder and back. I mercilessly dove in to match the intensity.
"Finger me." She called out in a grunting moan.
I happily fulfilled her request and slid the tip of my middle finger between her drenched and puffy lips. It slipped in with ease and she gave it a welcome clench. She rocked her hips against my finger and soon my ring finger joined the action. I heard her gasp and moan followed by a deep shudder as I curled them inside her. Much like our adventure earlier but now with the added element of having my mouth to assist. I gently planted my lips against her clitoris and circled it with my tongue. Figure eights, circles, swipes and gentle flicks as she clenched her legs against my cheeks. I sensed the increase in tension and felt her tightened rapidly around my curling fingers.
"I'm close." She gasped between whimpers.
I moaned in approval and relentlessly edged her to our climax. Her trembling built steadily and I felt her hands roaming, tapping and squeezing me as they had done before her last orgasm. I knew she was close and riding the edge once more. Gulp after gulp, I swallowed every drop that filled my mouth. My fingertips tapped and curled inside her. I had found the exact spot to push against and she dug her nails into my skin. She clenched my fingers so tight that I thought she might squeeze them out of her but I resisted while sucking on her clitoris. A rising moan erupted from above.
"I'm coming." She gasped and shot her eyes toward mine.
She was struggling to keep them open in the heat of the moment. I stared back with lust and intent. I wanted her to see the look of satisfaction on my face while she came. We locked our stare and her face was alive with expressions of pleasure. Her chest was heaving with each breath and she squeezed my head firmly between her thighs. Our eyes remained locked until she looked as if she were about cry. Her mouth popped open and she shook her head up and down in rapid nodding. Her thighs were trembling against my face until I felt a wave of warmth hit my lips and she began to buck her hips wildly. I struggled to follow her in the throws of her climax but gripped her waist to assist.
I held my face in place and kept my fingers motionless inside her while each orgasmic wave crashed over her. Our eyes remained locked and it was a raw and primal moment of watching her plunge over the edge repeatedly. Countless aftershocks and shivers while she gradually released her grip of me. I gently pulled my face away and slipped my fingers from within. She shuddered and closed her eyes, totally lost in catching her breath.
I stood up from the floor and promptly sat beside her in a sideways embrace. She took my hand and placed it back on her mound and held it there while panting softly. Cuddling in silence we stroked and squeezed each other. As we slowly drifted back to reality she turned her head towards me with a satisfied smile. She pursed her lips and poked her chin towards me then we fell into a slow and sensual round of kissing. We stared at each other, lost in our gazes. It was an epic moment of serenity and calm as we allowed our breathing to return to a sensible rhythm.
"I could sit like this for the rest of the night." I whispered.
"I'd rather lay in my bed." She smiled. "Just..." She paused to look at my jeans and then back into my eyes. "With less clothing."
"Gladly." I grinned as we fell into another round of kissing.
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Steph XO