He asked me if I wanted to try something new. I nodded eagerly not exactly knowing what to expect. He said that he was going to go down on me. It was something he mentioned wanting to do before I even left Italy. He had also said that I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
He looked me in the eyes and said “but you have to keep your eyes on me, you have to watch me”.
He went down kissing my thighs on his way. He didn’t touch me once with his hands. He skillfully eased his tongue between my lips, lapping slowly at my clit. His chin came to rest at the opening of my slippery hole and he worked.
He never once took his eyes off mine. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that look, those eyes.
I must have been close to orgasm because he shook his finger at me, I couldn’t understand. I held off though. Things get blurry after that. I must have been in quite the state. I know that he slipped a finger into me and I must have had an orgasm cause I remember him still between my legs when I closed my knees on his neck and I even rolled, dragging him with me. I think I even might have hurt him or come close to it. It was comical now that I think back, but then and there I barely noticed what was going on.
This is something I wrote just after we left the hotel. I was at the train station waiting for my train back to London, he was driving back home.