… solipsubmissive …

“I want my mouth on you.”

His words made me squirm, not with need, but with … well … hesitance. Having someone’s mouth on me, the focus entirely on me, on my pleasure, always made me feel selfish, as though I were not serving him, as though he were actually serving me. Still, I said nothing about my worries. I smiled and snuggled closer, my hand sliding down his torso to close softly around his cock. “And I want my mouth on you.” I began wriggling downward, my intention clear.

He stopped me with a word. “No.”

I tilted my head backwards on his chest, looked up at him with wide blue eyes and bit my lip. “No?”

He chuckled a little and shook his head. “No,” he repeated, his eyes warm.

“But — ” I began, then closed my mouth and looked at him stubbornly. “I can’t relax when you do that.”

“Yes, you can.”

“It makes me feel selfish. I should be pleasing you.”

“That does please me, elise.”

His words brought me up short. I chewed on that lower lip, my mind spinning for a moment before it settled on the word “please.” If I were truly pleasing him by submitting to him in this way — .

While I considered, he rolled from his back to his side and pushed me back into the pillows. His lips found mine. “Stop it,” he murmured against them.

I melted into the kiss. “Stop what?” I asked, when he allowed me to breathe.

“Stop thinking,” he returned, trailing his lips down my cheek to nibble on my earlobe. I moaned a little and tilted my head to give him better access, but he didn’t stay there long. Instead, he rained kisses down my neck and across the tops of my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. He rolled the hard little nubbin around with his tongue as my hands found his head, my fingers sliding into his hair, just as he sank his teeth lightly into the flesh around the nipple.

“My God,” I breathed.

He lifted his head. “‘Lord’ is sufficient, Elise.”

I laughed softly, watching as the flesh around my wet nipple puckered and cooled in the air. He continued on his path down my torso with his mouth, gently brushing his lips on my flesh, sending tiny shudders of pleasure through me that brought goosebumps and made me wriggle with need. I could feel myself moistening, saw the moment the scent of my arousal registered with him. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed as he stopped kissing me to settle between my slightly spread legs.

I stared at him for a moment, the smile fading from my face as an aching tension took hold. I felt alive, thrumming with need, my pusle pounding in my clit and through my pussy. I reached for him as his hands settled on my inner thighs to push them further apart, my grasping hands just missing him as his eyes left mine and he lowered his head.

“Baby … please?” I wasn’t sure for what I was asking.

“Please what?” His breath slipped from between his lips to caress my moist opening. He hovered there, touching me only on my thighs. I wriggled my hips slightly, and tilted my pelvis, trying to push my cunt closer to his mouth.

“Please lick me … taste me. Please?”

His soft laugh vibrated against the splayed petals of my labia. “But you don’t like this, Elise. Remember?”

I whimpered a little and tried to push up to meet his mouth again, but his hands clamped down more tightly on my thighs, restricting my movements. He pushed them further up and out, then lifted one of his hands and slipped a finger into his mouth. I closed my eyes at the sight, my own mouth feeling suddenly empty, suddenly needy.

And then he touched me.

That finger, wet from his mouth, touched me lightly on my blood-engorged clit, and I came apart immediately. The orgasm took me by surprise, ripped first a startled gasp from me, and then a keening cry of release. “Oh my God.” The words ran together and I tossed my head on the pillows. Nothing existed in the world except for that point of contact, that maddening finger lightly rubbing and teasing my clit. No matter how I moved or what I did, that contact remained, and waves of almost painful pleasure washed through me.

Words fell from my lips, begging words he simply ignored as he continued stroking and stoking, pulling from my deepest places reactions I could neither understand nor control. He breathed out again, hot, humid air bathing me, my senses heightened and hyper-aware. He stopped a moment, held still, watched my pussy react, watched the spasms begin to slow.

Just when I’d nearly recovered my sanity, he slipped a single finger inside me, and I almost screamed. I think I felt him curve it upward. I think. I think I knew the instant he found my G-spot and began his assault on me from without and from within, but that was my final coherent thought.

I was lost in sensation, and nothing existed except for what he was doing to me. Orgasms came at me in waves, and I was able to distinguish occasional single sensations. The rasp of his razor stubble on my inner thigh, a wet warm stroke across my clit. Dizzy, aching, begging, clutching, fingers clawing at the sheets, pillows pushed from the bed to the floor as I thrashed. Hands on my hips, his forehead pressing into my thigh, my hands, desperate, grasping a pillow to pull it over my face. I couldn’t breathe, then I could do nothing but breathe, and I needed it to stop, wanted it to go on forever, until I suddenly realized he was no longer between my legs, and I relaxed and melted into the bed, my legs spread, my hair tangled, wanton and wild and sated.

I giggled softly at the little tingles that covered my skin. Smiling like a sated cat, I turned my head on the pillow to see him watching me, propped on an elbow, his head resting on his hand. “You’re amazing,” I said, when I could finally speak.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Am I? What do you find amazing about me?”

“Your mouth. Your amazing, talented mouth.”

His other brow lifted to join the first. “I never touched you with my mouth, Elise. I was afraid I was going to lose you just from what I was doing with my fingers.”

My mouth dropped open, and my eyes fell to his lips, unable to believe he’d done nothing but use two fingers on me, that he’d been able to evoke those feelings and reactions –. My eyes narrowed. When I couldn’t find traces of myself on his mouth with my eyes, I still didn’t believe him. Swiftly, I found his lips with my own, slipped my tongue across the crease between his upper and lower lip.

I tasted nothing. And he laughed.