The pleasure of eating her pussy.

He dreams of her constantly. Of the sight of her laying beside him. Asleep on her side, the dip from
her shoulders to her waist, then the rise to her hips. Her arse perfectly proportioned. He can’t resist
the urge to touch her. The run his hand down her side, then between her legs. Gently he feels for
her pussy, hoping to find it warm and wet. When he hears the slight change in her breathing, the
tiny gasp, he knows she’ll be receptive. As he rubs her gently she opens herself up to him, her
breathing getting heavier. He can feel his cock stiffen at the prospect of entering her warm, moist
cunt. He brings his fingers to his mouth, to taste her warm juices. The urge to eat her pussy
overwhelms him. It’s been so long since he’s tasted her, ran his tongue over her. He guides her hand
to her crotch. She instinctively starts rubbing her clit as he moves down between her legs, and
lowers his face to her snatch. His tongue finds her opening, and gently probes and licks her cunt
juice. She gasps and rubs her clit harder. He can feel his cock throbbing as he runs his tongue up and
down her cunt, from her arse up to her clit. His tongue and her fingers fighting over it. He moves her
hand away and takes her clit in his mouth, sucking it harder as she gasps in pleasure. He kisses her
pussy as he would her mouth, his hands cupping her arse, squeezing her cheeks as he teases her clit
with his tongue. He takes her clit in his mouth and sucks harder, hearing her breathing heavier as she
nears climax. As she reaches orgasm he moves away from her on his knees, forcefully grabs her legs
and pulls her towards him. His cock twitching he guides it at her glistening cunt, and with one quick
thrust, drives it deep inside her. Her knees now over his shoulders, he pounds her hard, bending her
body to go deeper. Her face is a blur of pleasure and pain. At this moment the sight of her turns him
on even more. He knows she likes it rough; she’d even told him once that he couldn’t break her. He
took that as a challenge. Whenever he fucked her hard he was never sure if he was going too far.
From the look on her face he couldn’t tell. He was ashamed to admit that there were times, when
she looked up at him, that she looked as though she were silently pleading for him to stop. He
sometimes felt as though he was fucking her with such force that he would injure her.
But even this thought turned him on. And when he was done, finally spent and his seed deep inside
her, he would roll away, feeling guilty for what he’d done. And she would turn towards him,
breathless and smiling, asking “what the fuck was that?”, clearly having enjoyed it. God, he would
fuck her every night if she’d let him, and die a happy man.
He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed eating her pussy. It was not just the taste of her (though that
was enough in itself) but hearing her reaction. Her gasps and moans, her legs moving, back arching,
trying to push herself closer to his mouth. He loved that she enjoyed it so much. But what he really
wanted was the feeling on her on top of him. Her thighs by the side of his head. His arms reaching up
to pull her over his mouth. And looking up to see her soft, luscious breasts swinging as she grinds her
pussy into his face. The sight of her face, the taste of her pussy, made his cock throb, aching to be
inside her. But he didn’t care about his pleasure. It was hers he was interested in. He wanted to
please her to exhaustion, make her cum til her whole body shook. And when she was totally spent
he would lay her down before him, savouring the sight of her body. To him she was his own personal
Goddess, whose body he wanted to worship. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, hold her close to
him, devour her. He had no words to describe the feelings he had for her. So he tried to show her,
the only way he knew how, hoping she would realise how beautiful she was to him.