His tongue repeats the same ministrations as his finger did, lightly running up and down my center, bringing me closer to my breaking point. I almost beg him to give me the release I desperately want, but I know that will just make him tease me more. He starts to press into me a little bit more with his tongue until he reaches the sensitive bud, and when he does, he circles around it just like he had done with his finger earlier. I wiggle my hips a bit, hoping that, like a book, he can read my body's desire for a release. I groan in agony. When I start to think he is never going to give me the relief that I want, it actually does happen. He flicks his tongue over the nub quickly, and I feel myself starting to drift off into a world of pure bliss. He even sucks on it a bit, which pushes me closer and closer to the edge. At some point, I can't even tell what he is doing with his mouth, but I do know this: I love how this feels, and how can I not, after all, his face is in my friggin' crotch. At this point I'm practically screaming, not caring if someone hears us. Being blind and actually having to imagine what is actually happening makes this, well... erotic. I'm reaching my end, so I try to gyrate my hips on his face, hoping I can reach my peak soon, but he holds my hips down with one hand. I don't even realize that I then begin to beg him to give me the release I so desperately crave. My body is practically a ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode. Suddenly, it happens; I explode with the power of an atomic bomb, my orgasm consuming me in the aftermath, and my body goes slack.