He snorted derisively at her warning that he'd be compared to the last man. Since when did that not happen? Everyone compared the new with the old; her comparison was just closer together in time than most. He didn't feel pressured. She was telling him that she would hold him against the standard set by a mortal, who needed to breathe. There was no comparison.
"Chel... o-what?" he enquired, trying the name unsuccessfully. As she corrected him and he made further attempts, he towed her slowly out into the ocean, until they were beyond where the waves would break and at a depth where his face would be just below the waterline with him standing flat on the ocean floor.
"Lay back," he instructed her huskily, hooking her knees under his armpits and running his hands up her body, over her hips, skimming her stomach and breasts. Ostensibly, he was caressing her but he applied a little pressure, too, trying to get her into the prone position he wanted. "Look at the stars while I love you."
His dimples showed around his smile at the uncertain look she gave him but she complied, which made him very happy. He slid his broad shoulders and arms between her legs and under them, holding her in place by locking her thighs around his head. He allowed himself to drop below the water's surface and stand comfortably on the sandy ocean seabed, his face already nestled near his goal.
Closing his eyes, he nuzzled lightly around her folds, getting a feel for her unique female topography with his nose, cheeks and lips. He kissed gently along her slit with closed lips, his mouth perpendicular and murmuring, uncaring about entering just yet. His large hands cupped her tight ass from below, his thumbs whispering silky promises along the line where her cheeks met but also not pressing yet. He kissed her up and down unhurriedly, waiting for a response from her before he changed tactic - it didn't matter to him whether it was a quiver of awareness or a twist of impatience, for both would entice him in different ways.
Next, came his tongue. Swiping, curling, teasing, he pressed it along the entire curve of her mound, adoring her like a cat. When he got close to her slit, he twisted his head and sucked her labia between his lips, licking and toying with them in turn, tasting the hint of her core. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks, his thumbs nudging inward, gripping and spreading them lightly so that little swishes of water washed along her channel while he sucked gently on her wrinkled lips. They felt like velvet and sugar on his tongue, a delicate morsel that he treated with appropriate care and attention. She must have fed recently, for he was certain blood flowed into them as he sucked, engorging them and heightening their sensitivity. He drew them as far into his mouth as he was able, squeezing them firmly between his lips, scraping his teeth lightly for a change of texture, then caressing with a long, soothing tongue.
The stealth of teasing her was having an effect on him; his cock was hard and throbbing, floating with the rhythm and swell of the waves and the echoing desire in her body. The pulse of her core was so close and she was definitely enjoying herself now, arching against his mouth, subtly tilting her hips that he might go faster, go deeper... he knew what she wanted but he would give it to her in his own time.
His thumbs slid closer to his chin and splayed her suck-swollen labia open, enough for his tongue to dart in lightly. It would feel like a feather penetrating her, ethereal and unsatisfying as it barely brushed the edges of her well. Oh, but he got a taste of her and it shivered through his body, causing him to buck with pleasure as her juices coated his tongue. He smeared it upward, along the line of her lips, hinting that he might go in and press her button, but he didn't.
Adjusting his hands, he positioned one middle finger vertically so that only the tip of his finger was covering her hole, brushing side to side occasionally but not entering her. He held it there while she moved against it, conveying her wishes with delightful eloquence and understatement. His mouth moved upward to the tops of her labia, repeating his licking and sucking movements in places that were so so close to her love nub that he may even have brushed it occasionally - but that was mostly unintentional.
He got a better grip around the small of her back and hips with his non-dominant arm, holding her more firmly in position. He pulled his face back, feeling the swirl of water wash between it and her hungry cunt while he positioned his index and middle finger at the top of her snatch. Firmly but lazily, he then swiped his fingers downward, splitting them around her button and hole, massaging the labia up and down into a slow, scissoring motion. As this action repeated, he became bolder at the bottom, brushing across the bottom of the hole, circling around the button at the top.
Without preamble, he pressed his face in again and flattened his tongue on her clit while his fingers swiped up and down, undulating his tongue hard and fast. He'd practised this manoeuvre frequently and he knew the explosive effect it would have on her; it was like a vibrator being pressed to her most sensitive nerve centre. He would continue vibrating against it until she came. After her first, his two fingers would come together, change direction and enter her, twisting inside her moist tunnel and pressing upward while his tongue flicked her button. He would continue like this indefinitely, altering pressure and angle as required, changing from licking to sucking to pressing as necessary, finger-fucking her soundly while he coaxed as many orgasms from her as he was able.
His turn would come, he was sure, but it was a matter of personal pride that she peak first and well. Perhaps she would even beg for him to enter her... and wouldn't that be delightful?
