..Raw, Part 2 (An Excerpt)

He didn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop. He was determined to bring me release.

Bent over the sofa, with my ass lifted and his face submerged into it, we were one. We moved with a rhythm, a synchronized sex beat.

My cries sent a bolt of energy throughout his body and he thrust his tongue forward harder. The request for him not to stop electrified him. I could hear the wetness as it spread about his tongue. It was better than hearing the refreshing sound of rain because this was the sound of sex.

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I felt the bubble. It starts small, the size of a pea until a sensation brings forth an arousal and expands its diameter. As it grows everything intensifies. Nipples become tender, breathing speeds, moans become louder, toes curl, and every worry, every frustration disappears.

Ones only concern is to release this growing ball of pleasure intensifying inside of you – The Orgasm.

My dull nails scratched against the sofas microfiber and my face burrowed between the seat pillows. I felt the bubble of orgasm rise within me and I began to return my hips to him harder. Hoping his tongue would be pressed deeper within me. To fill me.

Longing to feel, to touch, to stimulate, I again massaged my breast and pulled at my nipples crushed between the weight of me and the couch. I grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks.

Each brush of his tongue against my erected treasure impelled involuntary convulsions. I was getting closer and I ached for release. But just as quickly as he stirred me, the intensity soon deflated. Once situated on a cloud ready for orgasmic launch, I slowly descended from the orgasmic heavens.

Pulled so close, I felt I was right there, right on the edges. But I suffered through my own sexual abnormality, my inability to orgasm.