We’ve been laying naked on the bed, chatting in that comfortable stream-of-consiousness way that we have together. The windows are open to the warm air and the sounds of nature. My body is alive to his touch. I am drawn to him, but without any sense of urgency. We belong to each other and we have all afternoon together.
He gets up – I think he is in transit, maybe to get a drink of water or check his phone, maybe get something from the sex toy bag – but he gets stuck. He snags between my legs. My knees fall open, his gaze glued to my cunt. Before I really register what is happening, his tongue is lapping lazy circles around my clitoris.
I had been pretty relaxed to begin with, but I close my eyes and drift through waves of pleasure. He’s good at using his mouth and he knows my body. I just give myself over to his care. My mind wanders. I think about the very first time he gave me head. I was lying in exactly this spot, but in my memory it seems different. I feel myself getting wetter as I get more aroused and I remember that first time being the same, although I interpreted it differently.
I open my eyes and look down at him, “Hey Sweetheart?”
He opens his eyes and looks at me, but doesn’t stop licking, “Uhmmmm?”
“When you do that, do you kind of…spit on me?”
His eyebrows raise, but he doesn’t answer.
“I’ve been thinking about the first time we made love and I was pretty sure you spit on me on purpose to have extra lubrication.”
He sort of nods, keeps licking.
I’m feeling a little foolish but continue on, “I thought that it was a good idea to have extra spit. Now I do that when I go down on someone.”
He pauses for a moment, “I drool.” He goes back to teasing my clit.
“I drool during oral sex. I can’t keep it all in my mouth.” He lifts his head and I can see that the whole bottom half of his face is wet.
I begin to giggle. So much for my suave oral sex techniques!