I have said this before, but sex for me is so Zen. It really keeps me in the moment—especially cunnilingus—, probably 99% of the time. Last night was like this. My wife hasn’t shaved her pussy in a while—not at all this year—, but it didn’t matter much. This evening I was going to go soft and slow. I hadn’t done that in a while. Sometimes this works, and sometimes it doesn’t. If it doesn’t, she gets annoyed and asks me to pick up the pace and do it harder. This night it worked.
I splayed her legs open, and made sure the only contact was light contact between my tongue and her clit. I licked her like this slowly, slowly, slowly. I focused on her engorging clit. I resisted the temptation to go down to taste her juices. I could smell the scent of her womanhood, though. Her clit was getting more responsive and quite firm. I could feel her build-up. Before she cums she tightens her body. This night her body was taught for several minutes before she finally released. I could tell she had a nice build-up, and a strong release. Afterwards, she gave me he compliment I don’t get tired of hearing: “I couldn’t even get head like that from a gay woman,” and trust me, she knows.
After that, it was my turn, and she wanted to do something a little different. On her back, she pulled her knees back to her head—full, unobstructed access to her pussy. I was slightly distracted thinking how convenient this position would be for anal penetration as well, as her bum was offering full and unobstructed access, too. She wasn’t in the mood for anal. (Hey, I had to ask.) A problem with this position is that it is very easy to penetrate too deep, so I was careful. Not much to say here. It was a pleasant fuck, and I came nicely. We cleaned up, talked a while longer and fell asleep. Not too shabby.