Written for the Microfantasy Monday “Thunder” topic, posted by Sweltering Celt.

Was I nervous?  Yes.  Was I afraid I’d mess something up?  Hell yes.  Did I dive right in (no pun intended)?  You bet your ass I did.  There’s no way to know if you can do something or if you’re good at something without just jumping right in and trying it.

She encouraged me as I hesitantly ran my tongue up the length of her slit.  She tasted so incredibly sweet, her skin and her clit felt so electric against my tongue.  I explored her folds, probed her dark spaces, reveled in the slight bucks of her hips as I hit the right spots.  As the twitches and moans became more consistent, I knew I was heading in the right direction.  As her legs clamped around my head and her moans became thunder in my ears, her hips bucking her pussy harder against my mouth, I knew that I had it.  I attacked her pussy with even more fervor, sucking hungrily on her pulsating clit, introducing my fingers to her G-spot, causing the thunder to crash louder and louder around my head.  One final, bed-shaking boom exploded in my ears, her thighs squeezed my head, her juices flowed out of her and coated my mouth and my face, and then all was quiet, all was still.