Tidal Wave of Pleasure

As Bertrand continued to lavish attention on her sensitive flesh, Grizelda felt herself teetering on the edge of another orgasm. She could feel the familiar sensations building inside her, and she knew that she was mere moments away from release. But as she gazed down at Bertrand's dark head, his tongue probing deep into her, she felt a sudden surge of desire to turn the tables. She reached down, her hands grasping for Bertrand's shoulders, and gently pulled him up. Bertrand's eyes met hers, a question in their depths, but Grizelda just smiled and pulled him closer. She wanted to give him pleasure, to make him feel the same level of desire and satisfaction that he had given her. As Bertrand settled onto the bed beside her, Grizelda reached out and grasped his hardness, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. She could feel the heat emanating from his skin, and she knew that he was ready for her. She leaned forward, her mouth opening, and Bertrand's eyes locked onto hers, a look of anticipation in their depths. Grizelda's first attempts at taking Bertrand into her mouth were a little clumsy, her lips and tongue struggling to coordinate. But as she began to move her head, her mouth forming a tight seal around his shaft, she started to get the hang of it. The sensation of his hardness filling her mouth was intoxicating, and she felt a rush of excitement as she began to move her head in a slow, rhythmic motion. Bertrand's eyes closed, his head falling back onto the pillow, and Grizelda knew that she had him right where she wanted him. She began to move faster, her tongue probing deep into the slit at the head of his shaft, and Bertrand's hands reached up to grasp her hair. He was guiding her, his fingers gentle but insistent, and Grizelda felt a thrill of excitement as she realized that she was taking him to the edge. As she continued to move her head, Grizelda's skills improved, and she found herself becoming more and more confident. She was deepthroating him, her lips pressed tight against his skin, and Bertrand's reactions were growing more and more intense. She could feel his body trembling beneath her, his muscles tensed with pleasure, and she knew that she was on the verge of taking him over the edge. The sensation was exhilarating, and Grizelda felt herself becoming lost in the moment, her body and mind focused solely on the pleasure she was giving Bertrand. She was a tidal wave of pleasure, crashing over him, and she knew that she would stop at nothing to make him come.