Because it was her idea…

As my lips were massaging her areola, and her nipple was riding up and down my tongue, I sensed a change in her breathing. What had been long euphoric deep breasts, were becoming shallow. Her body was no longer still and the began to squirm a bit. Suddenly, the fingers that had been caressing my hair, stopped and gripped my head. I then felt her other hand, as her finger worked into my hair, and gripped my head like a basketball. The pressure was sudden, as my latch was broken and my lips slide down her torso past her belly, and between her legs.
I looked up at her, and mired her facial expression. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted slightly, waiting for those first sensations and feelings that have built from euphoria into extasy.
I began by slowly licking between her things and her outer lips. I both heard and felt her body shutter. Goosebumps rippled across her skin as savored every sensation that her nerves afforded her.
Slowly I licked around, in a counter clockwise motion, between her inner thigh, and lip, in the crevice of her legs. I could tell that the extasy began a while ago. As the wetness had built up, and was so salty sweet to the taste. If I could bottle this, it would be more of an aphrodisiac than chocolate covered strawberries.
I waited for a change in her breathing to escalate my activity. Suddenly her lips shuttered, and that was good enough. I retracted my tongue, and began blowing slow hot air on her lips and folds. Her legs shook against my neck, squeezing and releasing. And while the skin of her folds encountered my lips, my tongue did not extend. When she released, I continued blowing hot air, and to my astonishment, I saw something I never had!
So often, during moments like this, my eyes are closed. It is an odd thing that one would choose blindness in these moments, but the loss of sight seems to enhance the sensations and emotions, which are so rare and precious.
As my eyes were open, the hot air from my lips, blew across her folds, the lips parted, and what was the crest of her clit, barley seen between her lips, pulled away from those lips, as blood rushed and it swelled, begging for attention.
Most would have long dived in, full steam, but in ANR, the passion of the moment is just as important as the sensation of the moment. Even though this activity has escalated beyond the confines of ANR, the principles of ANR must remain.
My hot air traveled up a bit, concentrating on the clit itself. As the skin rippled to my air, the moisture began to build, as if it was sweating. The clear, beautiful fluid, acted like a prism, and the light of the distant lamp was broken up into all of the colors of the rainbow, in the smallest of dots.
Only when that moisture formed a complete droplet, teetering on letting go and falling to the bed below, did my tongue extend, to catch it, as licked up the entire length of her extended clit.
She let out an inaudible moan, squeezed my head with her thighs, and grabbed my hair violently, but my soft lick was undisturbed. I slowly and softly licked up and down her clit, a dozen or more times, before it slipped down the side of her clit, and licked up the moisture between her lip and clit. Round and round, my tongue went, parting the folds and savoring that wonderful salty mixture.
Slowly, her breathing began to build, as her body began to squirm. I listen and watched closely, paying attention to the details and reactions of my tongue’s movements.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hair and screamed, as a flood of juice was released. It lasted a good forty-five seconds before her fingers and thigs relaxed their grip. Her hand just laid on my my head as I remember a specific question she asked during out texting time. –‘Do you keep your nails trimmed?’
As the time, my thoughts were breast centered, but now, I feel that question had multiple implications.
Slowly, watching for any discomfort, I used my index finger to enter inside her. With caution, slowly, being lubricated naturally, and without force, I went deeper. There was no sign of discomfort from her or rejection. Instead, her back bowed a bit as she sucked in a full-lungs worth of air. I began a ‘Come hither’ movement, feeling for that soft bump and stimulating it with the ball of my finger.
Not to be one track minded, my tongue returned to her clit, continuing to lick in-between, around, and on top of the clit.
As she bucked a bit, to add a bit of girth and length to her inner walls, I added my middle finger, continuing the calling motion against her special bump.
Suddenly, the hand that had been resting on my head was joined by her other hand, pushed my head in, with intent force, as her clit was shoved inside my mouth. Instinctively I began to suckle on it, as if it was her nipple. Her lips were wrapped around mine, like a French-kiss, as my lips sealed around the base of her clit, and like her nipple, her clit rode up and down my licking tongue.
Her breathing again became shallow, much more than before, and rhythmically sped up. Her chest heaved up and down as I looked up to see her wide mouth close- ever so slightly, and her upper lip curl upwards. My mouth was suddenly met with a flush of fluid as she made the softest scream I had ever heard. I could see tears coming down her face, as that curled lip stayed in place.
After a minute or so, and with some noticeable shaking, she released my head and my fingers instinctively left her body.
With the softness from the began, I licked all around her beauty. I savored each taste and tried to capture as much as I could. As I felt the bed with my hand, I was very satisfied that it remained dry. Selfishly, I was able to lick up and swallow all of her precious wetness, and I was grateful for the opportunity.
My hands folded across her belly, as I continued to softly lick her folds and her clit.
Finally, as her fingers played with my hair, she spoke. “Most guys would have long quite by now. And this is why you’re a girl’s best friend, because I know you are just getting started.”
She checked her phone, and texted for a while. She called a girlfriend and made plans for dinner that evening, all while I continued to softly lick.
After a while, she put her phone down and folder her hands behind her head. She stayed that way for quite some time. Finally, she looked down at me. “I know your neck must be getting tired. Come up here, and rest it on my pillow.”
As my head hit her pillow, her legs swung over my face, as she sat down, gripping the bed posts. “Stick your tongue inside.”
As I did, she lowered her weight down, pushing my tongue ever deeper. My hands felt up her back, to provide her support. She rode and rode and rode…..like a cowgirl riding off into the sunset….
…And in my mind…it was still the principles of ANR.
…Because it was her idea.