I go through the door to your room. You're asleep on the bed. On top of the sheets, sheer black lace negligee clinging to your naked form. I trace the outline of your body with my eyes, my heartrate increasing as the surge of blood hits me between the legs.
Unaware of my presence I slowly remove my clothes.
Naked, I slip onto the bed behind you. Just as you begin to wake I place a cloak over your face.
You don't know who's joined you on the bed, all you know is that you're now getting restraints applied.
I observe you cloaked and bound. Your nipples are engorged and are pushing through the lace of your negligee. I dab my moist tongue to each nipple and gently blow air on their wetness. Two red cherries strive to get free and I hear your sharp intake of breath.
I leave them wanting more, aching to be touched, licked and squeezed and nibbled.
I reach down and slowly draw my fingers up your legs from your ankles to your thighs. My fingernails tickling your legs as my hands go higher. You feel my warm breath on your stomach as my fingertips slip underneath the band of your panties and gently lower them down, exposing your sex.
I watch as your hips arch off the bed, the hunger building inside you. I hear your heavy breathing. I just watch. I just wait. Building the experience.
When I detect no more writhing I slide your negligee up and cup your breasts in my hands. I draw a nipple into my mouth and push my tongue hard gainst it. Rolling it around with my tongue, forceful wet and soft. I do the same with the other and gently suck and tease them, hearing you purr like a cat. As your noises get louder I move lower again, trailing my tongue over your stomach, lifting it off your body just before I get to your button.
I nibble your thighs, breathe in deeply of your sex scent. The anticipation you must feel knowing my face is just millimetres from your glistening lips.
I take one lip in my mouth gently parting it from the other. Smooth and salty in my mouth. I bury my mouth into your hood and my tongue finds it's destination. I stroke your little pea with my tongue. Feeling it expand between my lips. So wet, I feel you push your centre against my mouth. The dance of cunnilingus begins with the feelings coming in waves.
I place my thumb gently at the base of your opening. Continuing to cause the delightful friction of my tongue against your clitoris. The rhythmic pressure of my thumb, combined with my lapping tongue sends you into convulsions and moistens my face.
I keep still. Applying just enough pressure on your cunt so that you know you haven't lost me, and to hold in the sexual energy.