“Instead of waiting for him to ask you for oral sex, just start doing it.”— Chris Taylor, forgivenwife.com
“He cupped my ass in both hands, his shoulders keeping me open to him, and lifted me up. I flattened my hands against the table and held my breath as he licked the length of my slit. My toes brushed his chest and I splayed my hands wider. He sucked on my clit, kneading my ass. He'd surprised me the f…”— Farrah Abraham, amazon.com
“My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.”— Emme Rollins, amazon.com
“Each time his tongue touched my clit, my hips were raised as high as I could raise them. When he released my clit from between his tongue and his lip, I lowered my hips. This system of movements worked perfectly. It was the same every time.”— Scott Hildreth, amazon.com
“I felt his tongue move from my hip to my clit. His palm slid slowly across my hip, and rested in the depression between my hip and my pussy. His thumb was positioned on the skin above my clit, and pushed upward, exposing my clit totally. As his tongue met my clit, I squirmed. I felt his lip on top o…”— Scott Hildreth, amazon.com
“He dropped to his knees, pushed up her skirt, and spread her legs open. ‘I have unfinished business with your pussy,’ he growled, as he dragged a finger across the outside of her panties.”— Lauren Blakely, amazon.com
“You tasted better than anything I’d ever put my mouth on. I had every part of you. There was nothing that got my cock harder than licking your clit till you shuddered in orgasm and screamed my name, except when I buried it as deep as I could go.”— Lucian Bane, amazon.com
“Your vagina is supposed to smell like a vagina, not a mango. If your partner complains about the natural smell or taste of your vagina, they can go fuck a mango.”— Lily R. Mason, facebook.com
“He put his head between my legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of my thighs. Then with his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. I had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place.”— Mary Gordon, amazon.com
“Her mouth moved down, then farther. He touched the top of her head, her fragile skull under wet hair, pulled her up gently. He wanted slowness, warmth, kissing. But she wouldn’t. She grasped him, though he wasn’t quite ready; she wasn’t either, she was dry, still cold. But she moved just slightly, s…”— Lauren Groff, amazon.com
“She slid further down, introducing herself to the rest of him. His neck. His nipples. His chocolate brown stomach. She sipped the last of the river from the hollow of his navel. She pressed the heat of his erection against her eyelids. She tasted him, salty, in her mouth. He sat up and drew her back…”— Arundhati Roy, amazon.com
“He felt her slip down the bed. She unfastened his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his cock with her palm before taking him in her mouth. He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when Rachel gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from ba…”— Jennifer Weiner, amazon.com