A first facesitting experience

I know you were nervous about trying facesitting for the first time, and I love that you were willing to try it with me. Walking you through the basics was fun - kneel here, put your hands on the bedhead, spread your legs to hit the right height. I showed you my 'signal' in case I needed you to let me out - but I knew what I was getting into, and I also told you not to stop. I told you to ride my face like it owed you money, and I think you understood the assignment.

I kissed you playfully on the cheek - not that cheek - rolled onto my back, shifted up towards the bedhead and settled into my favourite place. And here you caught me by surprise - the sight of your body waiting, quivering above me, your beautiful curves in the soft red light absolutely took my breath away. It was a few moments before I could think of what to say, to invite you to take your throne. I think I managed to squeak out "come down"?

We started slowly, carefully. I put my hands on your thighs, as much to reassure you as to bring you closer to me. You found just... the... right... height, and then my whole world shrank down to what I could hear, what I could touch, and what I could taste. This was it, there was no more room for talk - all there was left for me to do in my little world was to lick. I cradled your belly in my hands, at first just to make sure I had room to breathe, but then to pull you down and even closer. You matched my movements, and my tongue met with more and more of your body.

I'd made you cum before, but we both quickly learned this would be different. You were going to orgasm over and over and over, and I was going to enjoy every little sound, every little movement, every little sense I could have of you. We found our rhythm together, and I think to call it "oral sex" undersells the experience - you were fucking my face, simple as that.

I definitely sent you somewhere else for a little while. Pretty sure I remember you trying to say "fuck" a few times in a row and only the first couple of letters ever came out. You weren't exactly speechless, but not all of the words were words, either.

I briefly thought about reaching down and playing with myself. To say I was aroused was an understatement, and I don't think you would have noticed my hands slinking off. But this was about you and your pleasure, and I didn't want to distract myself from that - and I knew you'd have time for me later. When my hands did leave you, it was to lay my arms by my sides and give you total control for a little while, and that was more fun than anything I could have done with myself.

My favourite part was feeling like I was playing your clit like a violin when you were sitting on my face. Whenever I found a new angle to explore with my tongue, your voice would go a little higher, your humping would get a little more urgent, and a moment or two later, I'd have another little river to navigate.

And oh my god, you squirted so, so much. Sometimes it would trickle down the sides of my face, sometimes you'd catch just the right angle to fill my mouth and I'd swallow it all, every single time. And all the while, you were humping, bucking, slipping so wetly up and down my face, crying out for more, for less, for just the right amount, for me. My nose and my chin joined the party and became as important to your pleasure as my tongue had been. You made me into your own personal waterslide, and I still can't find the right words to say how much it excited me.

And when you were spent, you found one last reserve of energy to lift off again and come splashing back down to earth on the bed beside me. We lay there for minutes, just cuddling, kissing, touching, stroking, holding hands, and occasionally giggling, before the ability to form sentences came back.