Bring the Pleasure

Only allowed 500 words for this writing contest!

Her skin glistened with perspiration, her body temperature higher than normal as the combination of the tropical summer air, the restraints, and multiple orgasms had worked in concert to put her in this high state of arousal.

At first, she thought he was kidding, removing the bikini she’d worn for the early morning swim, then gently tying her wrists to the bedposts with silk scarves. Last night they’d arrived late and opted to go to sleep without making love in the thatched-roof paradise. She’d told him to “bring the pleasure” tomorrow, then drifted off to sleep.

Once again she felt his tongue begin stirring between her legs. She moaned, half pleasure, half hoping he’d stop and let her rest. She was embarrassed because she knew that others passing by the open-windowed abode had heard her cries of passion each time his talented tongue had coaxed a climax from her. Three times he’d tried and three times he’d succeeded, all in a row with just a minute respite between them. This was unchartered territory for her as all previous partners had stopped after one, wanting her lips, mouth, and tongue to give them pleasure in return.

He was different. With far more brains than brawn, he let the head above his shoulders do the thinking and deployed the head between his legs only when his partner was sated. It proved to be a wise choice again and again.

There was no rush. The tongue licked the right lip, starting below her opening, working its way up the side, and then to the top, where it met her clitoris. He traveled down the left lip, eliciting a soft moan from her again. Moving from her lips, he licked her perineum, getting another soft moan, and then plunged his tongue inside her, pressing hard against her pussy with his lips, wiggling his tongue all around her insides.

She squeezed him with her thighs, a loud moan now coming from her mouth. He loved that sound, and pulled away, then moved up to her clit, encircling it with his mouth and applying suction. He heard her calling out to a deity, and added his tongue to the mix, having it flick back and forth, lightly, like a butterfly kiss.

To her, it was maddening, her hypersensitive clitoris sending crazy signals to her brain, causing her to cry out in pleasure, again and again, audience be damned. She couldn’t believe that she was going to orgasm again, although she wasn’t quite sure with the light licks that it’d be enough. Even now, she’d felt that he’d pushed a finger inside her but then removed it. Almost too much teas--

“OH FUCK!!” she cried out, feeling him penetrate her ass with a finger, something he’d never done before. He was now licking her clit harder while his finger sunk deep, rotated, pulled mostly out, and repeated.

Her cries went on for several more minutes, eliciting smiles and smirks from passersby.