ā (18+) men who eat you out for their own pleasure
He doesn't do it as a chore or a bargaining chip for a blowjob later. He dives into your heat because the taste, the slick heat, the way your thighs tremble around his ears, and the sounds you make when his tongue flattens against your clit all turns him on hard. It's primal for him.
You're spread out for him, his shirt still half-buttoned. His big hands grip your thighs, holding you open like heās afraid youāll try to close them. He dives in with a low, hungry groan the second his tongue drags through your folds, licking a slow, broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit.
āFuckā¦ you taste so good,ā he mumbles against you, voice rough and wrecked already. Heās not doing this for you ā not really. Heās doing it because he loves it. Because the slick heat of you on his tongue makes him throb in his pants. Because the way your hips twitch when he sucks your clit into his mouth is better than any high heās ever felt.
He eats you out like heās savoring every drop, like he could stay buried between your legs for hours and never get bored. His tongue circles your clit with lazy, deliberate strokes, then flattens to lick long and deep, collecting every bit of wetness. When you moan and thread your fingers through his hair, he whimpers into your pussy, hips grinding uselessly.
When you call out for him, he doesnāt answer with words. He presses his face in deeper, sucking harder, tongue flicking faster because the sounds youāre making are driving him insane. Heās rock hard and leaking in his pants, but he hasnāt touched himself once. He doesnāt need to, eating you out is enough to get him off.
When you finally come on his tongue, clenching and crying out his name, he moans like heās the one falling apart. He keeps licking you through it, slower, gentler, but still greedy, chasing every last twitch and flutter like he canāt bear to stop tasting you. He loves the power trip of reducing you to a shaking, moaning mess with nothing but their lips and tongue.
Only when youāre boneless and panting does he finally pull back, lips swollen and glistening, eyes dark with lust. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing hard, and looks up at you with that soft, crooked smile.
āGodā¦ I could do that all night,ā he murmurs, voice hoarse. And from the way heās already lowering his head again, you believe him.
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