With one hand inside each thigh, he pushed my legs apart as far as they would go. Then he pushed them a little bit farther, so that I felt a buildup of tension as my muscles stretched out. I could feel his breath on my waiting pussy for a few seconds before he planted a light, butterfly kiss directly on my clitoris. He hooked my knees over his shoulders, so that my legs remained splayed, and used his fingers to part the skin around my clitoris, leaving it exposed, vulnerable, and deliciously sensitive. Next, Olivier went to work with his tongue, tracing tiny shapes on the skin around my clit, teasingly avoiding direct contact with the bud itself. Round, up, down, round, up, down, teasing me and keeping it steady until I cried out. I felt my orgasm build slowly, steadily, an arousal completely different from any I'd felt before.

He carried on working my body like the professional he was. Olivier knew just the right moment to slide a thumb into my pussy and begin exploring me inside, without his tongue ever leaving my clitoris. He slid another finger up and then another. The circling of his tongue on my clit turned to sucking, and his teeth nipped me right on my clitoris. I squealed and began to buck and writhe. Then I was coming, a harder, stronger, longer-lasting orgasm than ever before, with overpowering contractions radiating through my entire body. Olivier pulled his fingers away and hardened his tongue and thrust it into my quivering pussy so that it had something to wrap around as the waves of pleasure died down.

As Olivier stood up, I lay down on my front, wincing as my sensitive pudenda brushed against the bedclothes. I was eye level with his hard, upright dick.

"You don't need to," he said as I extended my tongue and slowly licked the underside of his cock, but his voice was wavering. "Tonight is about me giving pleasure to you."

"I need to taste you," I said, and I meant it; I was possessed by the need to wrap my lips around him.