Observe. Experience. Orgasm.

“Regina you don’t have to-” I began, but my body knew I wanted her to before I could finish my panicked utterance. “Oh! Oh my gosh…”

My eyes squeezed shut, the brief ripple of sensation that travelled up my body another wondrous surprise. Her tongue was on me. Her mouth. Regina wasted no time getting to know my other set of lips. I settled, in my own squirming way, after the initial shock, and tried to relax. That had always been a sharp thought in my head in situations like this in the past. Try to relax. Just let whoever it is, do their thing. Let yourself experience it… it makes them happy. Sex had always been for other people, even when I had it. I understood that they had a need for it. I didn’t share that need, but I could still participate. It wasn’t always a chore, exactly, but more often than not it was something to be endured.

Now it was different. Now I hoped I had the endurance. With Regina, everything she did was suddenly important and sought my immediate attention. Knowing that she wanted to do this to me… to lick my swollen and leaking peach… was almost better than the feeling itself. Almost. Her breath was warm, but at the same time cooled her spit which was all over me, mixed with my juices, then her hot tongue was lapping me again, lapping me up and washing the cold away. That she wanted me, wanted to drink me, made every slippery lash all the more effective. I understood her, the way she hummed and cooed and slurped so obscenely. I wanted more because it was her. Her mouth. Her tongue. And I knew I wanted to return the favour. To taste her too and make her squirm if I could. I would try… maybe later. The idea burned hotly in my skull, making me sweat.

Right now Regina’s tongue was finding places in my dripping, quivering folds and making them sing. The pressure of her face was another thing to appreciate. She pressed herself so firmly against my pussy for such prolonged periods of time I worried she might suffocate herself… or drown in me. It was a bit of a thrill, that notion, and then I remembered that Regina wasn’t a normal person. Did she even need to breathe? It certainly did not seem like it right now.

I remembered to breathe then as the building intensity of her oral affections lifted my back from the couch. My hands were suddenly in her silky white hair. I needed to hold onto something… and I needed her to eat me. Regina hummed with an approving, if muffled tone. Her enthusiasm increased, her tongue diving deeper and I was sure it was sliding in even further than possible for a normal human. I clenched around her slippery muscle, gasping, grasping, wanting to tell her… something! It was hard to think… everything was just sizzling… my mind, my body. My soul. She brought me to the edge of my seat, then her tongue, still inside me somehow, pressed to my clit. It was too much at first. At first blush.That initial lick. But then she did it again and it wasn’t enough, until she was centering her attention to my needy bud. Her lips were around it. I was almost being suckled. The jolts melted into waves, then suddenly it was all just pulsing, washing, flooding joy. All from my throbbing my center, rushing warmth went up my chest, down my legs.

Everything seemed to quake. I heard my sweaty butt squeak against the pleather couch. I was moaning like I was dying, thousands of tiny wonderful little deaths. She had to hold onto my legs. My slippery thighs. Her mouth was still on me! Her face still buried! I wanted to tell her to stop, but also to never stop ‘kissing’ me there. I must have been kicking hard though, because when she finally let me go I banged the heel of my foot on the coffee table and even that jolt sent a confusing signal of pussy spurting sensation through me.

I caught my breath… feeling warm with sweat… staring at the ceiling with zero thoughts in my head, like everything else had been blown out of it. Regina drifted into view again, draping her body over mine. I saw her smile, wet down to her dripping chin. She came to meet an urge I couldn’t even know yet, as she leant down and softly kissed me. Let me taste myself on her lips. My pussy tingled like it knew. It knew this puzzling flavour that would have probably made me wretch yesterday had turned into ambrosia. I licked her mouth hungrily, wanting to thank her tongue with mine. And savour more of myself. To know my still gently pulsating sex and figure out what made it suddenly taste so good.

At some point, I woke up. I didn’t even remember falling asleep. Regina’s very real head rested at the top of my chest, the smell of her hair making me tilt my view because I wanted a better whiff of her scent.

“Shall we move to the bed now?” I heard her say, her voice vibrating through me.

“How long was I out?” I had to ask, feeling how my bare thighs and ass stuck to the couch as I turned my body.

“Long enough,” she said, lifting off me then, but holding my hand and I found myself on my feet. Bare feet. She had taken my shoes and socks off for me? My pants were on the floor. Underwear almost in a puddle. I could only follow her, Regina somehow already knowing where my bedroom was. It still felt dreamlike. I was practically floating behind the woman, her perfect form leading the way, the softly jangling chains still hiding nothing. I’d never given the word ‘shapely’ much consideration before, but now I knew this Goddess embodied the word. Filled it. Her shapes were ones I want to hold. To press. Then I was dragged into bed. My shirt came off. My bra, finally, was peeled away. I sunk into the sheets. I think she kissed me before I fell asleep again. I remembered, distinctly, that I could still taste my pussy on her lips.