Pineapples

She looked down with a coy smile... Her hair fell across her face and before I knew it, my hand had reached up to tuck it behind her ear. I smiled and she looked at me curiously. Her hand that rested on my lap now slid its way up my leg and the other to my chin. She bit her lip nervously and leaned forward. I watched as the soft, pink and luscious skin of her lips moved closer. I parted my own and closed my eyes wishing for the moment when the distance between us would be nothing. Delicate, just a light brush of the tip of her tongue, she moved back to see if we were on the same page - I didn't drop her stare. 

With a sudden speed, her mouth ran into mine, rushedly, ferverently, as though we would be caught at any time. As my hands found her waist her own had made grip on my jaw and pulled me closer. Her t-shirt slid up and my finger touched the smooth skin below her belly button. I looked down and hesitated but she reached for my hands and pushed them up allowing me to take it off. Her delicate finger move to the buttons of my low neck shirt and she giggles as her little finger brushes over my nipple that now stood erect. I don't remember how our shorts ended up in a pile in the corner; I was too invested in the feeling of her hands running up my inner leg. She kissed the soft skin at the joint of my leg and hip, she breathed softly against that part of me that till now had only met the unsure attitude men presented towards it. 

With the adeptiveness of a craftsman at his craft, her hands got to work. Moving in circles until I felt the heat building, suddenly and with precision of time, two fingers slid into me and curved to meet that spot that had yearned for her touch since the day I had drunkenly kissed her first. Too much, she is too giving, my back arches and I shake as waves of an inexplicable feeling rush over me, I moan but her lips lean down to silence me. I get up as I catch my breath, I am only too willing to return the favor... I look down at her clitoris, I see where it is. "Okay" I think, I know something. She must have noticed my hesitation. She giggled and said, "It's okay to experiment you know, just do what feels right." I nod and close my eyes, countless times I've fantasized about having things done to me. I could do this. I loved her kissing my inner thigh, she'd probably like it too. So i lean in to kiss her, my nose smells something, sweet, raw - oddly, it smells good. 

I take a whiff of her scent and lick my lips. I know what I've got to do. 

Slowly I move my tongue to her clitoris, releasing at instant moan from her lips, again, again. She moves upwards but i hold her legs down. "Tie me up" she says, “Please" I grab a couple of scarves from her wardrobe, and begin tying her up. Her two legs on either side of the bed and her hands onto the headboard - I tongue her clitoris again and she yelps in a pleased frustration. She cannot move her legs. I continue to move my lips against her and she continues to moan in ecstasy. She is wet, more now than ever, her orgasm is approaching and I hear her shudder, "Please, please... don't stop". I move slowly now, tortuously slow, her legs begin to shake and I know what to do next. I dip my finger into her glistening pussy, once, twice, slowly, experimentally- I have not stopped tonguing her clit. Now I move faster, she wants this, she needs this. So I curve my fingers this time, and the second I do, I hear her scream. Her body jumps as she climaxes, shaking back and forth even with the scarves restricting her movement. I undo the scarves while she slowly gains her composure, I lick my lips... Pineapple, she tastes like pineapple.