Kira

 I will start with your chest — run my tongue over your nipple, feel it harden under my tongue, feel you shudder from that touch. Then I will move lower, to your stomach, slowly tracing my tongue over each muscle, feeling them tense under my lips. I will draw patterns on your skin — circles, lines, letters, my name that I leave on you like a brand. I will move lower and lower, leaving a wet trail on your skin, feeling your breathing grow deeper, you starting to grip the sheets, your body begging me to reach the very bottom. And when I reach your groin, I will pause there for a moment, run my tongue along your inner thigh, teasing you, making you beg me to continue. Then I will take you in my mouth — deep, greedily, feeling you come from my tongue, from my movement, from how I traced your body like a map leading to your pleasure. With me, you don't just come — I lick you to the very end, and you can't stop me.