Bringing April to a frenzy was a sweet moment that Simon enjoyed.  A task of love some might say, Simon craved the moment when his caressing and tongue-work would coax out a side of a woman that might never see the light of day.  Making April beg for more...for satisfaction which he would then grant if he was so inclined.  That was a primal power he could wield.  As she begged, Simon began to slow down a bit, letting her simmer a bit and come down from the pleasure a bit.  The trick to keep her wanting more was to not let her get too desensitized to his tongue.<br/><br/>Then he would give her his oral attentions anew and bring back to that intolerably high peak only to let her cool down again.  Her sex pulsated and released more of her juices like a steaming caldera of raw elemental lust as his intrepid tongue continued to explore her depths and crannies.  Simon drank deep from her well, enjoying the fiery vintage that was undeniably April and he knew that April was now putty in his hands.<br/><br/>Drawing away from her slit, he replaced his tongue with instead his fingers to fill up April.  He thrust them in a slow rhythmic matching April's heartbeat.  Simon crawled up and cradled April's head with his hand as his other continued to slowly stir her up.  He resembled a wolf who had taken the first bite out of freshly killed prey as his lips and chin were damp with her.  Smiling, he kissed her deeply, taking another kiss from April's lips as he looked into her eyes.  "You have to cum?  I'm not certain you're there yet.  Maybe I need to stir you a little longer."  As he spoke teasingly, his trusts began to take on a more urgent beat.  "Persuade me to not prolong your pleasure..."