My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.
There's something about being devoured ... something primal about a man who hungers for you, stalks you, and has a taste only for you. A man who is starving for you cannot be distracted from his mission ... he drinks of your sex like his life is a desert and you are the oasis. When he looks up from between your thighs, his eyes tell you that he will take his fill of you, gorge himself on your sweetness. He is skilled, he is devoted to your pleasure, but this is for him - to satisfy, if only for a moment, his insatiable craving for you.
|Burning Thirst - 092214 - Miz B|