As our tongues tangled slowly, I brought a hand around and found her clit. She moaned louder as I stroked it and I didn’t let up until her head fell back and her body shook. I held her up as she came apart, watching her pretty face as it contorted with pleasure. For me, that was the true beauty of a woman. That moment where she succumbs to me, letting go of her worries and inhibitions. When she relinquishes control of her own body and lets herself experience the thrill of gratification. It’s special. It’s spiritual.
