He knew he could drive her deep towards ecstasy with his mouth on her nipples. He loved to suckle them, then tease a nipple by circling his tongue around it getting ever so closer. She would gasp when his tongue reached its target, and then deeply moan and press her body against his stomach when he lightly flicked it across the top of her nipple. Finally, he would gently bite down and tug taking his cues from her groans.
He knew to do it until she could take no more, until she would push her hands against his head and shove it towards her wet, aching pussy. That’s where she wanted his tongue now: licking, sucking, nibbling. In full worship.
In those moments, he was alive with the understanding that’s all he was to her: a tongue on her pussy, dancing in beautiful harmony.
He knew
Carnavalesque 