Chapter 3
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My eyes focus back on the exquisite vision before me, n***d and breathless, waiting.
Freja walks over to me and leans in to kiss my parted lips. She tastes good: like cinnamon, coffee and w**d. Our tongues touch gently in a flirty matter then she grows more brazen.
We kiss deeply and I slide my hands down to part her labia, gently rubbing her down there. A low moan catches in her throat as my middle finger flicks over her nub. I find myself getting excited even more by how slick she already is from us simply making out.
I gingerly brush her hair aside with my free hand then nibble on her ear, kissing my way down the nape of slender neck down to her delicious breasts. They are so firm and pale, and smaller than my full ones. I swirl my tongue around a tiny n****e, titillated to see the wetness of my mouth as it gets hard like a small pebble. I suck on both of her breasts now as she plays with my hair, breathing heavy.
I continue to my true destination, teasing Freja along the way with skillful movements of my tongue. Her breathing is clipped and I notice her skin is covered in goosebumps although the room is comfortably warm. I continue journeying southward: kisses from my soft lips across her navel, thighs and finally to her tight, wet snatch.
After I spread apart her lips I start to suck lightly on her clit.
"Sadieeeee…" she groans, pushing my head into her smooth mound. I continue l*****g her p***y hungrily until she pulls me up with both arms and forcefully kisses me like she wants to devour me.
Our lips crush into each other as Freja frantically pushes me down onto the bed, jumping on top of me and straddling my hips.
"Lie...still," Freja says, pinning my wrists to the bed to emphasize her instructions.
I am more than happy to comply, although all I want is for my tongue to be buried inside her.
Like a tortured artist, the Swedish nymph starts fanning my hair out wildly, fluffing strands and twisting curls around my head like I'm Medusa. She gets lost in her work, only stopping from time to time to admire her creation. Freja arranges my long hair to form a dark halo around my head on the bed.
"You NEVER move," she commands me suddenly.
I have the weird feeling that us having s*x is like performance art, she and I as creators crafting a work together. Freja stares ravenously at my n***d body, driven by her artistic eye, needing to see me as a piece of artwork she is painting.
Like a caged animal unleashed she begins to paint my skin with the wetness of her tongue: messy, slobbery slashes across my chest and toned stomach. Continuing in broad, wavy strokes down and up my thighs, leaving a moist path in her wake.
I continue to lie in stillness, eyes closed, allowing myself to feel the warm tickles of her tongue. She reaches my p***y and loses control, her mouth lapping furiously at my juices with unbridled l**t. I feel Freja's head jerking back and forth wildly, her thick tongue coating me with warm saliva.
I've never had a woman lick me in this manner before. I look down and see her head enthusiastically bobbing back and forth, making odd motions in space. It feels really good in an odd way, I realize, but it's weird.
Almost like she's imitating how a cow or wild animal uses their tongue.
Bizarre.
It dawns on me that I am Freja's first, she probably doesn't know how to please me.
Adorable.
I sit up and gently touch her head to get her attention.
I interrupt her in a kind tone, "I want to show you something," I say, meeting her hungry gaze to make sure she understands. Freja nods attentively, eager to make me happy.
"Do whatever I do," I instruct and she nods.
"You do. I do," she states in her thick Scandinavian drawl.
I have Freja lie on the bed then use my hands and torso to arrange our bodies in a 69 position, with me on top.
I pull her slit apart and feel her do the same. I start to lightly swish my tongue up and down the length of her vulva and feel her tenderly mimic my movements.
God, her tongue feels good. She's a f*****g natural, I think in amazement.
We continue l*****g each other with more urgency, the room full of nothing but reggae music and moans of pleasure. I start l*****g her wetness frantically now, sucking on her clit and fingering her to match the movements of my tongue and lips. The ache for her building between my legs, and I can tell she's enjoying my skilled oral devotion by her sopping wetness. I feel Freja's tongue become erratic on my p***y as her guttural moans escape into the hot air between slurps. She pauses as I feel her shudder, moist walls gripping my fingers with spasms.
Freja lets out a loud scream as she climaxes, and I pause to give her a moment for the sensation to subside.
Dammit. I still wanna get off.
"Freja, how do you feel?" I ask, determined to make her feel things she'd never forget.
"Ahh-may-zing," is all she can manage, clearly caught up in the throes of our passion.
"Just wait," I say in a naughty tone, diving my tongue into her warm cunt again.
"You do. I do." I hear her say before my thoughts are overtaken by the electric tingles her nimble tongue is creating in my depths.
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