Innocence; A Foreign Language

Giovanni

I dip my head down and lick her and hear her sharp intake of breath as she goes dead still.

I do it again, circling her clit, then taking it into my mouth.

"Please!" she cries out and when I suck that hard, little nub, it's moments before her back arches and she lets out a long moan. Her eyes are closed, face tense, hands fisted in their restraints and she's coming. She's coming hard and fuck, she tastes good. She tastes amazing.

I don't go down on women. I haven't in too long to even remember their taste.

But her. I can't get enough of her and when I ease my grip on her thighs, she bends her knees on my shoulders, squeezes and whimpers.

I suck harder, drawing out her orgasm, wanting another.

"Oh God. Please stop!" She's panting and her thighs are squeezing and she's coming again, bucking with her release even as she begs me to stop.

I taste her, relish her every breath, every whimper. I only let up when she falls limp on the bed.

I kneel up between her legs, look at the gapi