A Taste Of Passion - Part 4

One of the things he loved to do for a woman was to pleasure her with his mouth and fingers. And looking at this gorgeous body lying in front of him, he knew what he wanted to do more than anything at that moment. Gently but firmly gripping her hips, he slid her down the bed a little, so that her buttocks were on the very edge of the mattress.
He then knelt on the floor before the bed so that her neatly trimmed pubic mound was at eye level. He leaned forward, and at first only kissed her inner thighs, slowly moving his mouth upwards toward her wet center, before stopping and kissing back down her pale skin. She moaned aloud with tension and desire, feeling his breath and warm lips on her sensitive inner thighs. As his kisses moved up her thighs, she could barely contain herself from grabbing his head and forcing his mouth onto her throbbing lips. She could feel herself damp, and her clitoris swollen and aching to be licked and sucked upon. At last, she felt his gentle breath on her pubic hair and then, oh sweet bliss, his tongue gently began to probe between her lips. Slowly moving up the length of her slit, approaching her clitoris and then with a jolt the connection was made and she could not help but throw her head back and moan again, louder.
He savored her taste, her scent, he savored the control he possessed in just his lips and tongue, control over this woman’s body. He gently and slowly slid a finger into her, all the while concentrating on the sensations of her on his mouth. Another moan and a gasp escaped her as he pushed his finger further into her. She could feel already the approaching storm of her orgasm, and she didn’t want it there yet, not yet, but at the same time she welcomed it, she wanted to ride this wave of immense pleasure to completion.
He could feel the unconscious movement of her hips, gently rolling and moving to better experience the sensation imparted by this finger deep within her. He knew she was getting close to climax, and being that this was something he got just as much pleasure and enjoyment out of than she did, he kept going, slightly increasing the pressure of his mouth and the movement of his finger. She began to cry out, sounding like a porn film soundtrack, but he knew this was no staged scene, or someone following a script. She really was that into what was happening and this caused his own desire and need to increase.
She could feel it… it was coming… she was coming. The surge started deep within her, exploding outwards in a long burst of pure pleasure. The feelings and sensations of his lips, his tongue, his finger, her own body’s movement, all merged and melted together so that her whole body was drenched in this sexual release.
Her back was arched, her head thrown back. She held her breath, wanting to drag out this feeling, like a surfer on a once in a lifetime wave, wanting to ride it out as long as possible.
He stopped moving, leaving his finger inside her but lifting his head to watch her orgasm. The satisfaction of being able to make her feel like this was amazing. He could smell her on his top lip, taste her on his tongue. That most intimate scent and flavor of a woman.
As her climax started to wind down like a jet engine coming to a stop, her thoughts turned to him. Her mind was filled with his body, picturing how his erect cock would look, feel, taste. She slowly raised herself on her elbows, looking down at him. With flushed cheeks she smiled a dirty, knowing smile and beckoned him onto the bed.