My tongue on her clitoris I didn’t know whether I was the one playing with her sensitivity or whether she was playing with my desire

My tongue on her clitoris I didn’t know whether I was the one playing with her sensitivity or whether she was playing with my desire. She was in that phase between consciousness and pleasure. I observed her like a voyeur, as if I was not there, only my tongue and her. And somehow I was happy like that. With my hand on her tummy I felt her muscles tense and relax, like troubled sea. Wave, after wave, I was absorbed, adrift. When her movements became more frantic, her clitoris more turgid and almost pulsing (but maybe it was my imagination or my heart), and I knew she was almost there, like you know when to smile in front of something beautiful, like the edge between consciousness and orgasm itself, she pushed me away brutally with the palms of her hands. I was shocked and I asked her why. She just shook her head as if embarrassed, said her beautiful no and, with those same palms that had denied both her and me, she pulled me up and kissed me. It was tender. Her hands abandoned me and took old of my underwear. In the awkwardness of the first time between us we both got rid of them. We were completely naked with each other now. She searched for my penis with her clitoris and we kissed, simply, with passion. Her hand took hold of my dick again, so I delved my middle finger in her. She was something hard to describe between her legs. I moved my hand, slowly at first, to feel welcome. And then faster, deeper. Her grip became stronger as well, as if ready to rip a piece of me. But again, at the edge, she took my hand away, and with it, my heart tightened. But this time she moved my dick towards her, as if I was a piece of body attached to it. I was a piece of body in her command, to be fair. She directed me and I let her, because it felt good. She was not completely open yet, even though she was as wet as she could be. My thrusts were not deep, not yet, I had to earn my way there, it was a journey of discovery. She started moving again, her eyes somewhere else. I moved faster, but not deeper. She moved faster too, almost inconclusive. I felt her nails on my right rib, but it didn’t change a thing. Suddenly, her legs contracted as if struck by lightning and she simply stopped breathing for a few incredible moments. Without thinking about it I kept going, but she asked me to stop with her hands. I did, but I stayed inside her. I kissed her, for some reason I told her it was okay, to take her time. She looked at me as if I wasn’t normal. I smiled, and she did too. At this time I was deeper inside, I felt I was really in her now and her around me, I felt we were together and in her eyes I could feel she felt the same. She held me with her arms around my back and her legs around my legs, as if she didn’t want me to go anywhere. I thrusted deeper, but slower, to see how far I could go; to observe what every thrust meant for her, as if her expressions could tell me the secrets of her happiness. My dick sent me feelings of its persistence and existence, it felt and at the same time it lived a warm void, as if her inside had cut me off while welcoming me. I was in a secret place.

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