A Naughty Weekend: Oral Sex Confession (Part Two)
So, it’s time for me to admit something to you fine folks, and as you’ve probably guessed from the title, it’s an oral sex confession. Part Two of A Naughty Weekend features me letting One Ball go down on me for the very first time, and…
Well, I’m not going to spoil it for you! 😉
An oral sex confession
I find oral sex, cunnilingus, whatever you want to call it, really personal – more personal than sex, kissing, or even getting naked in front of someone. It’s a multi-sensory experience, combining sight with smell, touch, taste, and even sound. For that reason, I think, I keep it on the backburner until I’m sure the person I’m inviting between my thighs is worth it.
Mostly, anyway.
I get very nervous when I’m not comfortable, so chances are I won’t be able to come. I get nervous for a bunch of reasons, too. If they’re really good at it, I might squirt. What if they don’t like that? What if I don’t like what they do down there? What if I can’t come?
Oral sex gives me the absolute best orgasms, but those orgasms can be elusive little fuckers. By the time I’ve gotten myself comfortable, started to enjoy the sensations, and grown hopeful that something might finally be happening, men get bored/achy/tongue tired and want to move on to something else.
I don’t exactly have the best poker face, either. My irritation shines through reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally bright.
Up until our naughty weekend, I hadn’t let OB go down on me. It was too early for me, so I kept pulling him up and kissing him every time he tried to head south.
But… it was a naughty weekend, wasn’t it?
I let him
I finally let OB head south, not stopping him, not pulling him up, not distracting him.
It was beyond amazing. It felt so damn good. Fuck. That man is talented.
He started by slowly shimmying my jeans off, grinning like a cheshire cat as he did. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he said.
My heart skipped a beat. Nerves? Anticipation? Excitement? Who knows. I couldn’t find a single word to say, so I just grinned back at him in response. I wondered if he could tell how nervous/excited/whatever I was.
Next, he kissed his way across my torso, over my panties, until he’d reached the top of my thighs. “I can’t wait to smell you,” he muttered, slowly crawling down the bed, planting delicate kisses down my legs.
I eagerly parted my legs, making it easier to slide my underwear off, but OB didn’t remove them. Instead, he buried his head between my thighs and inhaled deeply.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice vibrating around my cunt. He licked the now moist fabric. “You smell and taste as good as I thought.”
My cheeks burned hot with bratty need as he pushed my panties to the side. Finally. I half-wanted to tell him to hurry up and get on with it, but at the same time I also wanted to see what tricks he had hiding up his sleeves.
For a few more minutes he blew, kissed, nibble, and sucked everywhere but where I wanted him to touch. It drove me to distraction. My hips bucked and nudged towards him, but he just ignored them, smiling to himself as he continued to wind me up.
Was he doing it for my benefit, or his?
Eventually, he gave me what I wanted, and judging from the enthusiastic way he sucked and licked and fingered away, it was what he’d wanted, too. Switching between urgent sucks and light blows he teased, tempted, and tormented me until I was almost begging him to stop and let me come.
I loved every minute of it, obviously. I especially loved how he seemed to read my body like a book, knowing just when to slow down when I was getting too close, speeding up again when my heavy breaths subsided.
He switched between his fingers, mouth, and tongue, every now and then stopping to reach up and give me a wanting kiss. My body responded exactly as he’d wanted – nipples painfully stiff, goosebumps wracking my skin, breath catching in my throat, and hips rocking to meet his touch.
I got close to coming one more time, and he gripped my thighs hard. It made me want to almost cry with relief, because I knew: it was finally time.
It was finally fucking time.
I groaned and writhed and gushed under his tongue, my hands grappling with his hair. He kept going even as my body spasmed and my thighs clamped tightly around his head.
As the euphoric aftershocks rippled through me, I glanced down and saw him smiling into my cunt.
“Good?” he said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve much to my disappointment. I’d have kissed it off.
“Great,” I mumbled back.
I might let him do it again, you know. So much for my little oral sex confession.
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