Trembling Tongue Novels & Stories

I cry, he was french kissing me now, using his tongue, sweeping every single fold, my waist was entirely off the bed this time. I was shaking and thrashing around, his hold around my ankles tightening as he pulled my legs, hoping to steady them. While his tongue pushed it’s way into me, he was tongue fucking me now, his tongue moved fast and sharp, and soon I was the loudest one there, crying and thrashing, my fingers digging into the bed, but he would not stop, if anything he got hungrier.

My heart was racing, and my body trembled as I felt him moving them to the side, revealing myself to him. I felt his breath on my area, and it made me moan softly. He hovered over it for a moment longer, looking at it. It made me feel a little self-conscious until I felt his tongue running circles around my clit. I gasped at the sensation and threw my head back. The softness of his tongue against me made my entire body tremble with pleasure. He held my legs firmly to keep me from wiggling too much, but even still, I couldn’t help myself. Everything was so incredible. I let out a louder moan this time as he continued to please and tease me.

Legs trembling. He pulled back just enough to speak. Voice rough. “Shhhhh. Or I will have to shut your mouth with a kiss. But I don’t want to cross the line. Because I won’t set you free. And I don’t want you gone.” Then he went back. Tongue diving deeper. Licking inside me. Sucking my clit. His nose pressed against me. He moaned into my pussy. The vibration made me cry out. My hips bucked. Riding his face. He gripped my thighs harder. Held me open. Ate me like a starving man. Tongue thrusting. Lips sucking. Teeth grazing just enough to make me see stars.

A low hum of approval vibrated against me, making my thighs jerk against the hands still pinning them wide. The first touch of a tongue was slow, flat and wet...dragging from my entrance all the way up to my clit in one long, lick. My whole body arched off the mat, a sharp cry tearing out of me before I could bite it back. The tongue circled my clit once, twice, then flicked lightly, teasing the swollen tip until my legs trembled uncontrollably.

Right when my thighs started trembling, he pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. I whined—high, desperate. “Not yet,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, voice wrecked. “Want you shaking first.” He turned me around—chest to tile, ass presented. His big hands spread me open, thumbs holding me wide. Then his tongue—hot, flat, dragging a slow, filthy stripe from my balls all the way up to my hole. I moaned loud enough that it echoed off the walls. He didn’t stop. He tongued me open with relentless patience—circling, pressing inside, sucking gently, then deeper, wetter, water and spit mixing until everything was slick and dripping down my thighs. My palms slipped on the ti

Every flick, every curl, every press made me tremble more, shiver harder, cry out louder. “Kael… oh god… I can’t… I’m coming…” My voice broke, shivering, trembling violently, hair tangled in his hands, nails gripping his shoulders. My body shuddered, trembling, moaning, writhing under his relentless tongue and fingers. He hummed, groaning, curling fingers, thumb circling, lips pressing, relentless. I cried out, trembling, shivering, moaning, gasping, body trembling, writhing, desperate, dripping, completely undone.

I begged. I was panting, and my legs began to tremble in front of his insistent mouth. I pulled the sheets tightly, feeling him insert another finger and increase their speed. I tried to catch my breath. Breathing was never this difficult. His tongue was driving me crazy. I squirmed, feeling pleasure build between my legs. My stomach tensed, and small spasms took over. I feared my moans had turned into screams. His tongue tormented me, and his fingers left me wanting more and more. Damn. I gripped the sheets, exploding in an orgasm that made my whole body tremble. So fast.

As much as I wanted to remain resilient and stand my ground, the tray in my hand kept trembling, giving away that I was scared. He gaze dragged from my face to the trembling tray in my hand before letting out a dark chuckle. A dark chuckle embedded in mockery. “You're trembling, sunshine.” He pointed out but I shook my head, refusing to accept defeat. “No, I'm not. I'm not stable enough to hold the tray with you seizing me up like a fucking predator.” I tried to be rid my fears, comforting myself with my own words. “Language, Vana!” His eyes flicked from dark to darkness itself and it wasn't helping matters, as sweat clouded my forehead and my breathing became ragged.

My eyes rolled inwardly, it was as if I was drowned into a world of ecstasy. He stood up, lifting my legs a little. He spat on my ass hole. Licking away his spit. My whole body trembled softly. He did it again. But, this time... He licked his tongue against me really well. Sliding it into my tiny hole. My eyes widened. He was so strong, he had a calm facade across his face. He thrusted deeper with his tongue. I squirmed. Beads of sweat clogged up around my face. My body began trembling. My lips quivered. I exhaled sharply, biting down my lips.

The overstimulation makes my thighs shake and I try to pull back but his hands tighten on my hips and hold me against his mouth and his tongue pushes inside me again and curls forward while his nose presses against my clit and the angle makes me see white. He fucks me with his tongue in slow, devastating strokes while the heel of his nose grinds against my clit with every push, and I can hear how wet I am because the sound of his mouth working against me is obscene in the quiet room, and my second orgasm builds from a deeper place lower in my belly.