Oh Mickey You're So Fine

I close my eyes and proceed.

The smell is familiar. The taste is too.

Salty, slightly bitter. That aromatic mix of pheromones, urine and vaginal fluid.

The bane of my existence. My panacea.

Right now, she means everything. The entire universe and all of existence are found within those sugar walls. All I have and all I want is right here. Right now.

I keep my eyes closed. I keep myself as concentrated as possible.

If she has a good time, I have a good time. That's how it works.

I can feel her moving.
Grinding.
Her thighs press in on my temples.
Her hips shift upwards towards my tongue.
I pull back.
I spread her lips apart and blow softly on her clit.
She giggles.
I look up at her.
She smiles.

I take a breath, close my eyes and get back to it.
Licking, sucking, kissing.
Fingers. One, two, three.
Clockwise. Anti-clockwise.
Up.
Down.
Left.

Shouldn't be much longer.
She usually takes around five minutes.

Her moans get louder.

I pick up the pace.

Faster. Harder. More intensity.

She grabs the back of my head with both hands and slams my face into her.
I can hear her groaning. Loudly.

Suddenly she arches her back, lets out a scream and squirts her love all over my face and in my mouth.

I smile at her as she lays there panting softly.

I look over at the bedside table and check the time.

Right.