Sometimes he'll grab me roughly

As if he's desperate for me

Which I know he is

But other times, it's with reverence

Like all he wants to do is worship me

His tongue will always dart out first to touch my rim, and it's enough to leave me quivering

Sometimes I'll explode before his lips are even on me, my sticky juices spraying over his face

But then his mouth is there, his tongue just lapping at me

And there's nothing I can do but to enjoy it, and just pour my release into his mouth