Previous Part: Driver Seduces His Boss’s Wife – Part 8
Slowly, I let my lips trail back down her body, savouring every inch of her. I kissed her breasts again. Lingering at her sensitive nipples, giving each one a gentle flick with my tongue. Her breathing quickened, the pleasure building as I moved lower. Kissing her stomach, biting it, and making her moan.
I spread her legs gently, positioning myself between them. I kissed the insides of her thighs, teasing her with soft, feather-light kisses. Her hips twitched in response. I could hear her breathing grow uneven, her body trembling with excitement. She was already wet.
But I knew she was on the edge of something deeper, something more intense. Her breath came in short, trembling gasps. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin as she lay before me. Her legs bent and spread open in the air.
I leaned in closer and paused for a moment, hovering just above her Pussy, my breath ghosting over her pussy skin. Her hips bucked slightly, a silent plea for me to continue. I smiled, enjoying how her body reacted to my built tension. But I didn’t give in right away.
I started at the base of her pussy, pressing my tongue gently against her fourchette (area between her ass hole and pussy). The soft, warm flesh beneath my tongue felt tense. I could sense her body responding to even this subtle contact. I paused there momentarily, letting the sensation sink in for both of us.
My nerve endings seemed to fuse with hers as our bodies communicated without words. Then, slowly, I broke contact, leaving her trembling in pleasure. I returned, making sure my tongue connected with her again in the same spot. But now, I began a long, deliberate lick upward to her cunt.
My tongue slid past her pussy opening, tracing the inner lips of her pussy. Each slow stroke builds the heat between my tongue and her pussy. As I neared her pussy, I increased the pressure, feeling her body tense beneath me. Just as I reached her clitoral area, I lightened my touch.
I flicked my tongue ever so softly against the pussy head. The contrast between firm and light pressure made her gasp, her hips jerking involuntarily. I smiled, knowing I had her exactly where I wanted her—on the edge, craving more. My tongue continued upward, teasing the area just under her clitoral hood.
I could feel the shaft of her pussy pulsing beneath the hood. I applied more pressure there, stroking it with slow, deliberate licks. Each movement was measured and calculated. I designed to push her closer to the release she desperately craved.
I moved back down now, tracing the same path in reverse. Letting my tongue rest softly against her pussy and the entrance to her pussy hole. I felt her relax momentarily, her body trembling beneath my touch. But I wasn’t done yet.
With a firm but gentle motion, I pushed her legs back over her head, exposing her pussy fully to me. I leaned in, my tongue slipping deep inside her now, moving in slow circles, exploring her warmth. Her moans grew louder, her hips pushing toward me as I continued.
As before, I broke contact, leaving her gasping, her body arching toward me in frustration. I brought my hands up to her hips, gripping them firmly. I resumed the slow, torturous lick from her fourchette to her pussy. I squeezed her hips, pulling her closer to me.
The increased pressure on her pussy and pussy. I timed the squeeze with the tip of my tongue reaching her pussy made her moan even louder. Every slow movement and every small gesture communicated my desire and my enjoyment of her body. I kept her there, suspended between pleasure and release.
It was time to build a rhythm that would take her deeper into the pleasure I was creating for her. With my tongue back at her fourchette, I began to lick upward again, slow and steady, taking about five seconds for each full lick. My tongue moved across her pussy felt as if my body was speaking directly to hers.
When I reached the top, I let my tongue rest there for a moment. I felt the pulsing of her body beneath me before gliding back down. I repeated the motion, finding the perfect rhythm. A pause matched each lick, letting the stillness heighten the tension before I began again.
I felt her body responding to the rhythm I had created. Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking with the motion of my tongue. I lost track of time as I continued. Each stroke of my tongue drew her closer and closer to the edge. The rhythm was there, built into the connection between us.
I could feel her building, the tension in her body growing as her breath quickened. Her moans became more urgent. When I could sense she was teetering on the brink of release, I slowed down, drawing out the moment just a little longer.
Her body trembled, her hips bucking beneath me, desperate for more. I smiled against her skin, knowing exactly how much control I had over her pleasure. Her body was already trembling from the rhythm I had set in motion. But now it was time to take things deeper.
To heighten her anticipation and make her crave release. I began with the next step, my tongue hovering just above her. Her pussy was already swollen, sensitive, and hungry for attention. I started with a series of halfway licks, stopping just before reaching her clitoral base.
I was teasing her with each stroke. My tongue moved slowly, deliberately. From the base of her pussy up toward the edge of her pleasure. With each lick, I felt her body twitch beneath me. Her hips instinctively lifted toward my mouth. But I haven’t given her what she wanted just yet.
I was coaxing her pussy to come out to play, making it crave the full sensation of my tongue. Some halfway licks, stopping at the precipice, drawing out the tension and teasing her nerve endings. Then, finally, I gave her one full, deliberate lick.
My tongue sliding over her pussy, sending a shudder through her body. I repeated this rhythm for several cycles, some halfway licks, one full. Each time, feeling her tension build. Her moans grew louder, her body more responsive. But I kept the pace steady, never rushing.
The teasing was intentional, a slow burn that would make the eventual release all the more intense. My tongue moved over her inner labia, brushing against her pussy base from both sides. She made sure she felt every inch of contact. By now, her pussy was throbbing, practically begging for more.
I transitioned to the next phase, focusing on seduction. I teased her pussy with playful licks, appearing random in my movements. But always building toward something greater. I licked halfway up, then back down, keeping her guessing, never letting her predict my next move.
Each time I passed near her pussy, I could feel her body tense in anticipation. Then, pulled away, keeping her on the edge. After repeating this pattern enough, she trembled beneath me. I knew she was close—so close she could barely stand it. Her pussy was hard now.
It was swollen and aching for the consistent rhythm that would finally push her over the edge. But I wasn’t in any rush. I wanted her orgasm to meet me, not the other way around. This was my canvas, and I painted every stroke with patience. Every lick is a calculated move toward the masterpiece.
Her breath quickened, and I could feel the muscles in her thighs twitching. Her moans had taken on a new intensity. Her hips rocked rhythmically toward me, matching the movement of my tongue. The signs were all there—she was almost there, teetering on the brink of release.
I shifted my focus to her pussy, giving it the attention it craved. I began with gentle flicks. My tongue moved over her pussy in quick, light strokes. The tip of my tongue brushed against the hood, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath. I could feel her responding.
Her moans louder, her hips bucking more insistently. But I wasn’t finished yet. She could not take it all, and I was not in the mood to stop. I paused for a while for her to relax. Her breathing began to slow down. I knew her body had already responded well. But there was so much more to explore.
Her hips were still moving gently. Her arousal was evident in the way her thighs trembled, inviting more attention. I paused, letting the moment hang in the air for a heartbeat. My fingers traced the wetness along her inner thigh, teasing the entrance to her pussy.
I pressed my finger gently against her pussy opening. I applied soft, consistent pressure as her body opened up to me. There was no rush here, only the slow burn of anticipation. I let her feel every millimetre of my finger entering her.
I could feel her muscles tensing around me.
But I moved slowly, allowing her to adjust to the sensation. Once my finger was inside, I paused, letting her feel the presence of it inside her hole, unmoving. My finger stayed still, allowing her internal muscles to relax and soften. Her breathing began to deepen.
Her hips subtly pressed down onto my hand as if to urge me to continue. With my finger inside her, I curled it gently upwards, just a few inches inside her pussy, searching for the G-spot. It wasn’t hard to find once I knew what I was looking for.
A slightly rougher patch of tissue, different from the smoothness of the surrounding walls. I pressed lightly against it with the pad of my finger, gauging her response. Her breath hitched, and her hips gave a little jerk. I knew I had found it.
I first kept the pressure light, maintaining contact and letting her body get used to the sensation. The G-spot is sensitive, but it requires a delicate touch initially.
Too much pressure too soon could overwhelm her. I wanted to build this experience slowly, taking her to new heights of pleasure step by step.
I started with a soft, circular motion, gently massaging the G-spot in slow, consistent strokes. My finger moved in small circles, just enough to stimulate the nerve endings without overstimulating. Her breathing became more erratic. I increased the pressure slightly, feeling her body respond to my rhythm.
Next, I transitioned to curling my finger back toward me. I gently pull against the spongy tissue of her G-spot. Each motion was deliberate. Slow at first but gradually gaining momentum as I felt her body reacting. Her hips lifted off the bed. I could feel the pussy muscles tightening in response to the stimulation.
She was getting close, her moans growing louder as the sensation began to build. I alternated between the circular motion and curling my finger stroke. Keeping her on the edge but not letting her fall over just yet. Her body was alive with sensation.
Her muscles twitched involuntarily as her pleasure built. The rhythm was steady and consistent, each stroke designed to push her just a little bit further. Her body was responding perfectly to the G-spot stimulation. But I wanted to push her even further.
I brought my other hand back to her pussy, flicking it gently with my thumb in rhythm with the strokes inside her. The combination of internal and external stimulation was almost too much for her. I could feel her entire body shaking beneath me as the pressure built inside her.
Her moans became deeper guttural, and I knew she was on the edge of something powerful. I slid my thumb just inside her along with the other finger, still stimulating her G-spot, But not enough to satisfy her. I moved it in slow circles.
The subtle teasing created an overwhelming craving in her. She wanted more, but I held back, keeping her on the edge. The pressure of my thumb on her pussy was firm but not too intense. It was matching the pace of my finger inside her.
I could feel the subtle shift in her muscles as her G-spot began to swell under my touch. A sure sign that she was approaching a G-spot orgasm. I removed my finger from her G-spot and brought my lips back to her pussy. I sucked on her pussy, gently at first, releasing it with a soft pop before sucking again.
The pacifier-like rhythm of suck and release sent shivers through her body. Her hips rocked with the motion. I could feel her getting closer, the tension building to a point of no return. I moved my lips over her pussy. The tip of my tongue went around it, teasing the sensitive flesh with slow, deliberate movements.
Each swirl drew a new sound from her lips, a new arch of her back. Her pussy was swollen, hot against my tongue, and I knew she was close, very close. Her body was trembling, completely open and ready for more. I knew she was ready for the next step.
Her pussy was still under my mouth, and my finger gently stimulated her G-spot. I slowly brought my other hand to her anus. I pressed gently against the tight ring of muscle. The combination of sensations overwhelmed her. Her body responded immediately.
I moved slowly, pressing the tip of my finger inside her anus, keeping my movements gentle and deliberate. Anal stimulation, when combined with G-spot stimulation and pussy stimulation, can heighten the intensity of pleasure. I wanted to build her orgasm to its peak.
I kept my finger still for a moment, letting her adjust. Then slowly, I began to move in and out, syncing the motion with the strokes inside her pussy. The combination of sensations was intense, and her moans grew louder. Her body writhing beneath me,
I carefully brought her closer and closer to the edge. I continued with the teasing rhythm of licking, sucking, and flicking. I knew it was time for her release. I began with the first sequence: five halfway licks and one full. The rhythm was precise and intentional.
I could feel her responding to it. Each halfway lick stopped just shy of her pussy, building the tension further. Then, the full lick sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her. I increased the pattern: six halfway licks, two full. Seven halfway, three full.
Her body was shaking now, her breath ragged, her moans nearly incoherent. She was on the edge, so close to tipping over. Eight halfway, four full. By now, her entire body was trembling beneath me. Her hips jerked toward my mouth with every stroke. Her pussy was pulsing, demanding release.
I knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. By now, I could feel her G-spot fully engorged under my finger. Her entire body was trembling with the need for release. I knew it was time to bring her to that final, explosive moment. I pressed more firmly against her G-spot.
I was curling my finger back toward me, applying steady pressure while maintaining the rhythm of my finger in her anus. Finally, I reached the last phase: nine halfway licks, one full. Her body writhed beneath me, her moans turning into cries of pleasure.
Her moans became desperate. Her hips bucked wildly against my hand as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. The fluid was building inside her, ready to be released. I increased the intensity of my strokes, keeping the pressure on her G-spot consistent and coaxing the fluid out of her.
With one final, deliberate stroke and full lick, her body tensed. Her muscles contracted as she exploded into a powerful orgasm. I felt the gush of fluid as she squirted. Her G-spot releases all the built-up tension in a wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her body convulsed.
The fluid poured out of her, soaking my hand and the sheets beneath us. Her orgasm was powerful, rippling through her in waves. Her muscles contracted around my fingers. I kept the rhythm steady, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. I didn’t stop immediately.
I kept the rhythm steady as she came. My tongue still moving over her pussy, drawing out her release. My fingers continued their motion, slowing down only as her body relaxed. Her moans subsided into soft whimpers. Her body trembled as she came down from the intense high of her orgasm.
The fluid had soaked the sheets, a testament to the intensity of the release I had helped her achieve. Her body convulsed beneath me. Her moans filled the room as she rode the waves of pleasure I had created. I didn’t stop until her body had completely relaxed.
I slowly withdrew my fingers, allowing her to relax fully. She lay back, panting and utterly spent from the experience. I gently caressed her thighs, letting her body come back to earth, my touch soft and reassuring. We both stayed still for a moment, letting the energy of what we had just shared settle between us.
I smiled to myself, knowing I had brought her to a place of pure, unadulterated pleasure. As I leaned back, watching her catch her breath, I knew this was only the beginning of what we could explore together.
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