Can I taste you?

Can I taste you, you know, there, because, I gotta tell you, I've been thinking a lot about what it would be like. And, from the way I've seen you look at me, I think that you want that too. I'll bet that you are very sweet there, and deliciously sticky, especially when you're ready. Are you ready for me, tonight? It's been so long since I've had my mouth on a woman. I've had many men who want to taste me, but, I don't offer myself that way, unless I think the man is very special. But a woman, well, it's so much different. When I lick a woman, I have a much better idea of what she'll like, of what feels good, of how fast to proceed, with you. I think I found someone who I really want to kiss, you know, down there. Because, I've been thinking a lot about how you'd taste. Does that surprise you, that I'd ask if I could lick you that way? I mean, we've only known each other for a few weeks, and though you know the lips of my mouth a little, we've really barely kissed. So, it may seem strange, a little unexpected, even incredibly forward, to ask if I can kiss your private lips. But, there's something about how we communicate, something about the way that you listen to me, and that tells me that, if you opened yourself up to me, opened yourself up to me, I could make you feel really good. A good lover listens first, watches second, and acts third. And, if you let me, I would treat your pussy, and especially your sweet clit, with the erotic respect she deserves. She deserves. Just speaking the idea out loud has started that ache in me. Are you feeling it too? Those electric currents of pleasure, flashing across your legs, just because I've asked you if I can taste you there, in your private place, the place that only a special friend gets to enjoy. Do you know what I love most about tasting a woman? It's about taking my time, knowing that there's no rush, no hurry. It's not a race, not an obligation, not something to do to get something in return. No, I only lick you there because I love to do it so much, to tease you, to massage your legs, to stroke your stomach, kiss your belly, lick your navel, and then rub you, very gently, right on your pubic bone, while your body strains, and you move your groin up off the bed. Too often, a man starts with my clit, but a woman ends with her, teases her, circles her, stretches the skin around her, and makes the slips of skin that cover her slide open, revealing her with tenderness, as well as lust. And a woman lover listens, not just to her lover's words, but to her breathing, her sighs, her moans, and the sound of her desire oozing out of her, dribbling down her center to coat her lips. Can I show you what I mean? Please? Your lips are really soft. Those sweet drops of your lust. Can I clean your pussy for you? I love that your cunt is so sticky. Can I lick her clean? Oh, fuck. You taste so good. I want to go nice and slow. That's it. Can I put my tongue inside of you? And please, I want to feel that softness, and make my tongue force itself, little by little, between your lips. Stretching them out. Fuck, that feels good. Let me go deeper, please, baby. And do you like it? My tongue, is it what you wanted? I mean, I can taste your desire, your heat. You taste so sweet. Can I taste her? Can I give her a kiss? Your clit? Please. She's so slippery for me. Look at her. She's reaching up for my tongue. She's so boldly... Can I be a friend to her? Oh, God. Fuck. I feel so good. This is just how I hoped you'd taste. Can I suck it? Yeah. Would you like that, if I sucked your clit? Please, baby. Can I make you come? Please. Oh, I want you to come for me. Oh, fuck. Would you squirt? I would love that so much. That's it. Come for me. I want you to come in my mouth and squirt in my face. Oh, good girl. Thank you, baby. I knew my instincts about you were good. And that you'd love to be licked. Maybe, in a little while, you could taste me. Would you like that? I knew that you would.