Chapter 10
Lelly sensed my surrender and shifted her rhythm. Her tongue started zeroing in on one spot, a steady pressure that made me lose my mind. Small circles, just the right amount of force, the tip of it firm against my clit, like she was trying to break me. Her fingers joined in, sliding in the same beat, slipping between my lips, spreading what was dripping out of me.
The sound of her mouth was wet, hypnotic. My breaths came in short moans, and the heat climbed up my body to my chest. Every time I arched, she squeezed her thighs against me, pinning me, holding me, forcing me to stay right there, all of me. Her tongue made long strokes, then quick ones, circling back to the center, switching up the pace like she knew the path by taste.
My body shook. My hands dug into the sheets, then got lost in her hair. I tried to hold back the moan, but it slipped out, hoarse, defiant. Lelly ramped up the intensity slowly, licking deeper, sucking harder, like she wanted to push me to the edge and pull back just a second before.
She lifted her face for a moment, her lips glistening, her eyes locked on mine. Her breathing heavy.
“Like this?”
she asked, before diving back in without waiting for an answer.
The suction got firmer. She alternated between tongue and mouth, nipping lightly, sucking, keeping everything on edge. The pleasure built, throbbing, demanding room. I felt my body opening up, the heat spreading to my neck, my breaths getting short. Every touch of hers seemed to know what was coming next, prepping me, stretching the moment to its limit.
Her fingers moved with her mouth now, two of them circling, massaging the entrance, just teasing. Her tongue didn’t let up, steady on my clit, matching the rhythm of my moans. The sensation was a thin line between desperation and release. My whole body responded in little spasms, my skin damp, hot, alive.
When I thought she might stop, she gripped my thighs and plunged in again, no mercy. Her tongue slid deeper, pressing hard, her breath mixing with mine. The world narrowed to that: her mouth, the heat, the constant touch. The tension built like a rubber band stretched too far, ready to snap.
I clutched the sheet, feeling the tremor rise from my legs. My belly pulsed in a rhythm she followed with cruel precision. It was pure desire, no breaks, and Lelly knew it. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
My whole body arched, begging for more, and she gave it — faster, harder, deeper. Until I couldn’t think anymore, just feel. The pleasure came in short waves, each one stronger than the last. Lelly didn’t stop. She kept going, steady, until I was shaking all over, breathless, my voice lost in the moans and the warm air of the room.
The pleasure started as a small tremor, almost shy, a throbbing that built from deep inside and rose slowly. Lelly knew. Her tongue didn’t miss a beat. Firm, right on the spot, she traced little circles that lit up every nerve in me. The sound of her breathing hit my skin, hot, and the air between us was thick, humid, full of the scent of body and saliva.
My belly clenched in short spasms with every deeper flick of her tongue. My breasts reacted, nipples hard, sensitive tips brushing the air, craving touch. I arched, trying to hold back, but my body moved on its own, thighs clenching and releasing without control. The heat built in waves, slow and unstoppable.
Then Lelly slid her fingers back in, tips wet, seeking the entrance. She didn’t rush. She eased in slow, two fingers, firm, pushing the air out of me. The sound was soft, wet, and my body molded around them, welcoming. She held there, still, deep, while her mouth went back to sucking me.
The contrast was perfect — the steady heat of her fingers, the precise motion of her tongue. I moaned low, trying to breathe, feeling the pleasure eat away at me from the edges, invading bit by bit, dissolving any control. My heart pounded in time with her touch.
The world narrowed. The sounds were her tongue, our skin, my name slipping out unbidden. My whole body throbbed, and when the orgasm hit, it didn’t explode. It came in small waves, one after another, licking every inch of me from the inside.
The first spasm started in my belly, then my breasts, then my legs. The contractions ripped through me, short, sweet, each one deeper than the last. I felt the heat spread, a light tingling climbing from my chest to my throat.
Lelly didn’t stop. She sucked firm, focused, her tongue swirling in the same spot, fingers still inside, just pressing. My body responded harder, skin prickling, muscles clenching around her hand. The pleasure turned to a current, electric and warm, running from my belly to my chest, chest to mouth.
The moan came out hoarse, almost a sob. I shook all over, eyes closed, body arched, the whole world reduced to her tongue and what I felt. The orgasm took me completely, slow, magical, dissolving time, leaving only heat and breath.
When it eased, I lay there, still, my body still pulsing. Lelly lifted her face, her mouth shiny in the dim light of the room. I breathed like I’d just come up from a dive. She ran her hand over my belly, up to my chest, caressed my breast gently, and smiled.
Lelly climbed up slow, her body still pressed to mine, her heat mixing with my sweat. Her hands came first, sliding along my waist until they reached my face. She looked at me for a moment, eyes deep, and without a word, pressed her mouth to mine.
The kiss was hot, wet, full of my taste. It was salty and sweet, thick, alive. When her tongue slipped in, I tasted it — my own flavor, the scent, the texture. It sent shivers through my whole body. It was strange and perfect. A loop closing. My body recognized that taste, and yet it was new, more intense, coming from outside, given back by another mouth.
My breathing shortened. I moaned into the kiss, feeling desire build again, a light dizziness rising from my belly. Her tongue dominated me, unhurried, spreading the taste across my palate, making me taste myself inside her mouth.
When the kiss ended, she rested her forehead against mine and breathed deep, her hands still holding my face.
“So, straight girl, you like it?”
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding too fast. My body said something else. I wanted it. I wanted to try. I wanted to know what came next.
“Yeah! I want to eat you out,”
I replied, low, almost a whisper.
“I just… don’t know how.”
Lelly smiled, a small, calm smile, and ran her thumb over my lips, still damp.
“You’ll figure it out with me,”
she smiled again and rolled to my side, stripping off all her clothes.
“Come on.”
I knelt beside her, hands shaking as I pulled my hair back behind my ear. The air was heavy, thick, and my whole body buzzed with nerves.
“Can I just go for it?”
I asked, not sure where to look.
“Kind of pointing down there.”
“Yeah,”
she replied, calm, open.
I took a deep breath. It wasn’t fear of what was coming — it was fear of not knowing how, of not liking it and ruining the moment. But the desire was there, pulsing. Her body called to me in a way I’d never felt before.
I braced my hands on the bed and lowered myself, slow, settling between her legs. The warmth of her skin enveloped me, her scent clean, sweet, almost subtle. Up close, I saw the smooth texture, the fine, light hairs, and the damp shine starting to form. The skin of her outer lips was soft, darker, smooth to the touch. I brushed them lightly with my fingertips and felt the flesh respond, alive.
I looked up at her for a second. She was breathing deep, eyes half-closed, chest rising slow. A shiver ran through me. I leaned in closer and brushed my nose over her, inhaling the warm scent rising from there — it wasn’t weird, wasn’t dirty, it was hot, human, almost sweet.
My first lick was tentative, a quick touch. The taste surprised me: salty, light, metallic, with an almost sugary undertone. It was her taste. When my tongue went again, firmer, I felt the texture shift — wet, hot, pulsing.
Her body reacted. A short moan, almost a whisper. Her hips shifted slightly. I felt the power in that. The sound was because of me. My tongue kept going, slow, exploring every fold, every curve, mapping the territory.
I started figuring out what made a difference: a firmer touch and she’d arch; a lighter pass and the air would escape in moans. I played between her lips, feeling the heat build, the taste intensify, saltier, wetter. Each movement made me more confident, more curious.