‘Ash!’

And I would know it was time. The tips of my fingers would seek her internal bundle of nerves on every pass and her pussy would be slick with her juices. I would leave her clit and take a long lick up her slit, fuck her with my tongue. Once, twice. A return to her clit to suckle then a gentle bite as I sucked hard, curled my fingers and pressed down inside her. 

Her reaction was always the same. Her muscles would clamp down around my fingers as I forced them in and out, intensifying her pleasure with every thrust. Her back would arch and If I looked up I knew her eyes would be shut and her mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through her body and ignited every nerve. Sometimes I came as I watched her, the sight was so erotic as the woman I loved gave everything to me. Then I would feel a hot gush of her fluid hit my hand as the contractions forced it out of her tight, hot pussy. My fingers would continue their motion until I was sure I could give her no more pleasure. I would dip my head and claim a kiss from those soft lips and her mouth would open to mine as we shared her taste. Sometimes we kissed for a long time, sometimes she would push me down, knowing there was more to be taken.

Her hands would push down on my shoulders and force my body down the bed. I never resisted, why would I? Her thighs would be glistening and slick, waiting for my mouth and tongue to clean them, and they did. Her strong hands would tangle in my hair and massage my scalp in the way I loved as I ran my tongue through her folds and licked up her cum. I never wasted any and made thorough work of collecting her offering. Sometimes I could draw another small orgasm from her as I cleaned her clit, it would be almost gentle as she pushed up into my face and cried out.

‘Ash!’

Then it would be over, on rare occasions I could entice her to stay or her body would be too exhausted and she would fall asleep as I held her. Other times she would slip on a clean pair of panties, run her fingers through her hair and re-apply her lipstick before a quick kiss and run out the door. Sometimes, if she was feeling dirty, she would slip her sodden underwear back on to ‘remind me of you’ while she worked. When that happened I knew I was in for a treat when she got home and I’d be wet with anticipation all day. 

This morning all I wanted to do was sleep, that’s how sick I was.