“What are you looking for when you do that?”
She said it with a breathy, trembling voice that can only be spoken by a woman in the moments between one orgasm and another. She didn’t get a chance to explain exactly what she meant by the question, as my tongue swirled over her clit and pushed her farther towards her next climax. I continued to gaze up at her from between her thighs as she came again, her pussy quivering under my lips and gushing wetness all over my chin.
I’ve talked in the past about how much I love to watch My Lady have an orgasm. Lately, I’ve started to watch ML more intently as she cums… so much so that ML might have thought something strange was going on, hence her mid-cunnilingus question. I answered (afterwards, of course… you don’t stop licking pussy to answer a question when your woman has her legs wrapped around your head and is humping your face like a dog humps your best friend’s leg) that I just love the way she looks when she is cumming. She is so beautiful, I swear. This look of pure pleasure and complete bliss comes across her face; she gets this tiny smile before her mouth drops open and she begins to moan. She closes her eyes and her eyebrows furrow, as if the pleasure is almost too much to bear. And her hands pull me towards her, as if to say there is nothing else that can make the moment more perfect other than being closer to me.
I love to watch her at the moment when her orgasm starts to get extremely intense. The past two nights, after licking her pussy for a while, ML and I have “cooperated” to give her very strong and very long orgasms – she rubs her clit while I finger her deeply with two fingers, my fingertips end up rubbing the inner wall against her fingers; in essence, we both rub her clit from opposite ends until she cums like a mad woman. Looking at her face when the orgasm begins to hit a new level and take on a life of its own is simply magical; I can see in her eyes when it begins to run away from her. She looks at me with surprise and concern, with just a tiny hint of fear, perhaps? It’s amazing. I know just when to say, “it’s okay, I’m right here baby… go as high as you want to.” That usually pushes her further as she knows she can truly let loose and be safe with me. The aftermath is wonderful, too – the shellshocked look on her face, somewhat unaware of what exactly just happened to her… just tonight, I had to point out to her that she was still rubbing her clit minutes after she had cummed herself out, as if her hand were on masturbation autopilot. That’s pretty hot, in my opinion.
So that’s what I’m looking for when My Lady has an orgasm – the moment where she loses herself and turns herself over completely to the pleasure that I am providing for her. It proves to both ML and myself how well I perform my subby duties for her. Because that is my ultimate goal – to submit to her sexually and give her anything and everything she could ever want or need.