I did

“Touch me,” I moaned.

Then, all wavering was ended. Her slender fingers grabbed my bottom lovingly, tightly, making me ache in desire. I wanted her to give me what I needed. She massaged me deeply, only increasing my excruciating need. She lingered around, but I was having none of that. In a moment of bravery, I grabbed her hair — followed by an encouraging moan — and shoved her face down between my legs.

Her lips parted on me, and finally I felt her tongue. I sighed deeply. I arched my back as she flicked her tongue up and down hungrily.

Only once had I experienced this before. Klija had broken up with her lover, and we’d gotten drunk, and she’d cried, and I’d cried and then we’d kissed and ended up fooling around in my bedroom. It had been awkward and clumsy, but the feeling of having another girl pleasure me had stuck with me, even if she hadn’t been very good at it.

Carlotta wasn’t awkward or clumsy, and she was very, very good at it. Two of her fingers had joined her quest, and gods did they succeed. My heart was hammering against my chest, and I had to bite my fist not to scream out in blissful agony as she hit just the right spot. I squirmed, writhed and trembled as she pushed me towards that point where I needed to go. My legs were shaking as I rode that wave of pleasure.

I pushed her as far as I could, craving the feeling of her face on my pussy as my orgasm overtook me.

I tasted myself on her lips later, when I had flipped her over and pinned her knees to the bed. The view was lovely, with her feet helplessly in the air, her eyes begging for it, and her lovely legs, ass and pussy on display. I wanted to give her what she was so sweetly begging for, but I didn’t feel like rushing. I had to feel those dark nipples between my teeth, and soon I did. Tugging softly, biting slightly, listening to her gasps, licking and sucking, burying my face in her warm, comforting bust.

My folded lover endured the teasing valiantly, yet when I finally slid my tongue between her folds she sighed a silvery murmur of relief. I savored the power I held over her, feeling immense pleasure in controlling hers. I let loose on her, diving headfirst into my task, two fingers in her and two in myself. I’ll admit it felt even better to rule her than to have her do the work, as I brought myself to a climax mere seconds after giving her hers.

We want at it for much longer, until both of us were truly spent, and Carlotta fell asleep cradled in my bosom. “That, Mikael,” I thought, before I fell asleep grinning, “is how you conquer a woman.”