Chapter Sixty Five

It kept getting tighter and tighter as he continued to push his tongue around her cervix and graze her hood. It felt like there was a softball-sized bundle of pressure building up in her womb. It felt like it was filled with super thick liquid. Her moans were continuous now; she was getting closer to that precipice. The wiggling and the flexing of that tongue inside of her kept her on the fast track. She felt the tip curl inside of her and drag against the top of her tunnel, and then it found that little patch of nerves that was hiding beneath her clitoris.

The bundle of tension in her lower belly went from softball sized to volleyball sized in just seconds as the tip of his tongue swirled, pushing against that bundle of nerves. At the same time, her clit was on fire, and had swollen to the point that it was almost painful. His teeth never stopped going back and forth over her hood.

She was riding that knife-edge now; it was almost there. That ball of pressure felt like it was trapped