Mattia pov.
I had my arms wrapped across the tops of her legs then around with my hands firmly grasping her ass. She could still move a bit, but her legs were going nowhere, unless I ran out of strength before she did.
My tongue darted forward and back again, in no discernible pattern. Unlike my careful and deliberate pleasuring of her breasts and nipples, I wanted her to be unable to figure out where my tongue would strike next. I rotated my head a few degrees to each side, allowing me to quickly lick her inner thighs, my tongue getting infinitesimally closer to her lust with each pass on one thigh, then the other. I knew I was perpetrating torture of the most sexual kind. I had licked, kissed or tounge-tapped everywhere but where she was dying for me to be.
L="Please... please Mattia, no more teasing. Please suck it." The commanding tone was replaced with one that expressed a deep desire for it to be acted on.
I kissed my way up her thighs to her pussy proper, gingerly feeling around the edges with my tongue, closing in slowly to the center, and finally probing with the tip if my tongue until I could taste her nectar. The liquid ambrosia that was waiting for me; hot and sweet as it had gathered, yearning for me to taste it, to taste her; the most intimate taste a woman could offer up.
I gently touched my tongue to the prize. Surprisingly, she did not move a by a fraction on an inch; her whole conscientiousness seemingly focused on what was now happening to her. There was a very quiet humming noise coming from her mouth.
A tiny movement of my tongue nearly cost me my grip on her legs as her ass shot into the air, pushing her hips forward and completely enveloping my head between her thighs, her knees bending until her legs were locked behind my head.
Using my arms and my hands I managed to move my head until I had room to breath again. But the pressure exerted by her leg lock on my head was unrelenting, and my face was slowly being forced closer to her pussy.
I stretched my tongue outwards and touched the tops of her lips. I gently licked upwards until I could feel the firmness of her clitty once again. I gently continued the careful lick upwards, until my tongue was passing off her clitty and onto it's protective hood.
L=HmmMmmMmmmMmmMmmmmMmmm", Lisa hummed continuously now, stopping only long enough to draw a breath. The tone and pitch varied only minutely, and the volume was very low.
I let my tongue descend, keeping the tip of my tongue gently pressed against her. I let it continue downwards until I caught a few drops of her juices, then back up again, keeping the pressure light and the speed low.
For the next few minutes, I felt my way all over her clitty, sliding my tongue up and down and side to side. The humming was starting to increase in volume as my tongue continued to feed her desire.
I let the shape of my tongue flatten out a bit as it traversed around her hard little button. The tug-of-war between my neck and her legs continued as my tongue got a bit more bold, reaching further down to catch the juices now flowing more freely from the center of her lust.
L= Jesus Christ... what are you doing to me? Oh God...don't stop!
DON'T stop!
...
Don't STOP!
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DoN'T STop!"
...
Over and over the words repeated, like a sexual mantra.
Easier said than done though... as my tongue made more progress towards her goal, she would jolt and buck her hips. I was seriously starting to wonder if I actually had enough strength to hold her down until she climaxed.
