Asphixiation/Breath Control

[lovingfingers]

I remind myself not to get too goal oriented. Hearing you cry out, feeling your body move, and your sex grip my fingers tells me that this moment is perfect, just the way it is. I grin as you moan my name. Gods, that is so sexy...

But greedily, I want more of you, from you. I begin to flick your clit more directly, the texture of my tongue contrasting the texture of your sensitive bud.

On my next movement out of your pussy, I align a third finger with the first two, and slide all three into you. Your moan tells me volumes. My fingers, my hand, are coated with your wetness. I wonder how much more you could take...

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Everything you are doing to my body is taking me closer to that edge. Stretched and full, my pussy aches for that release. Your tongue against my clit is warm and firm, licking in firm strokes. I feel my thighs quivering, fatigued and starting to burn as if I'd been running. I'm taking deep breaths, holding them as long as I can before I let them go in a loud moan, still not able to speak.

My hips rock upward in response to your fingers inside me, squeezing with every thrust. The pressure from your fingers stretching burns and causes me to bite my lip. I pinch my nipples as hard as I bite, causing that sensitive skin to contract further, harden to the point they burn, too. On fire never seemed quite so appropriate a description for anything I had felt before. But it was fire I was feeling at the moment, and he had me right there in the center of it.
I hold my breath a second or two longer than I think I can, and when I exhale, I feel my clit expand, then contract, and I'm coming as the oxygen hits my lungs. I let my nipples go and run my hands down my body. The spasms cause me to pull back, away from your tongue, then thrust forward, rubbing that still throbbing bud against your mouth. Your fingers, buried inside me, hold me open against the muscles bearing down.

Still not able to utter more than a word or two, I opt to stick with your name.
"Mmm, Sean," sighed between moans of contentment, says everything I want to say right now.

 

[lovingfingers]

I give a deep purring "mmm," as I feel you cum. Your hips pull back from my lips for a second, then press against my face, as I ride your clit with my tongue. My fingers feel the tight squeeze of your orgasm. I press my digits a little harder, your wetness coating them.

And then your body relaxes and I hear you murmer my name. I ease my tongue off your clit, and go back to giving you long slow licks. My fingers slowly ease in and out of you. I pause for a second, whispering, "Delicious. Thank you."

I withdraw my fingers entirely and bathe you with my tongue, tasting you, drinking you. I have learned a lot, especially listening to you hold your breath, a little auto-asphixiation. My mind briefly ponders the future. I will do this very thing again, but next time, I will be better prepared.

I move my face a few inches from your pussy, and blow gently over your wet skin. I raise myself up further, look down upon your sated, luscious body, and smile.