A little woman centred fantasy
It was sudden. It was poetry in motion. It was the swiftness
of it that took her unawares. A kiss. A lingering long kiss.
Penetrating and primevally wet. A minute. Then two. Her
mouth was wet. She was almost slavering. Then a swift movement of his
arms and she felt herself falling
backwards onto the bed. He just looked at her for a second,
raised his eyebrow, put his hand on her belly, and slid it
under her top. Her snaked it up and found a nipple, already
starting to resist the inward pressure of her bra, and a
finger slowly circled it, the circles growing smaller
and smaller as her nipple grew larger and larger. Then the
other hand started to move her top upward. She raised her
back off the bed to make it easier, the top snaked over her
bra and exposed the top of her breasts to his sight for the
first time. He pulled her top over her head and threw it to
the other side of the room. She had a feeling the rest of her
clothes would be joining it. He slipped her bra straps off her
shoulders and down her arms. He gripped one cup in his teeth and
pulled it back to expose the breast. Then he did the other cup. One
nipple was swollen from the attention it had been receiving, the
other was still quite flat. He moved hid mouth over to it.
First he laid the gentlest kiss upon it. Then out came his
tongue, slowly circling the nipple, waiting to pounce,
teasing her. Then light flicks across it, punctuated by
gentle sucks, nibbles, then long and deliberate licks,
then rougher bites at the edge of the aureole. The nipple
got larger and larger, until it started to ache. She let
out a gasp of pleasure. He brought his head up. They exchanged
glances. She sat up and undid her bra as he pulled her shoes off. She
just looked at him as his hands moved up her legs and undid
the buttons on her jeans. She raised herself up as he slid
them down her legs and pulled them off. She could tell him
to stop now and things would. She didn't want him to. She
wanted to feel him next to her as he pulled her up and into
his arms. She wanted to feel his chest against her nipples
as he held her close to him, to feel his flesh pressed against
her. She looped her fingers under his T-shirt and pulled it over
his head. She felt his hands start to descend down her back.
She felt them slide into her knickers and pull them down.
They fell round her ankles. She stepped out of them. He pulled her close again, flesh to flesh. She felt her ass
hit the bed before she felt him push her. And then he was between
her legs. A quizzical eyebrow indicated he was scouting
the lay of the land. Then two probing fingers pulled her
labia apart. His other hand came forward and slid up to her
clitoris. He started to rub her up the right way. She could
feel her clit tingle. Then his head came down and she felt
the first lick hit her. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He rotated his tongue around it then flicked upwards chasing
her clitoral hood away. She was enjoying this. She rested her legs on his shoulders to give him a better
angle to assault her vagina. Then she lay back and started
to absent-mindedly play with her breasts as she enjoyed
the licking she was receiving. Minutes of pleasure flowed by her as she simply lay, contented,
as he licked, flicked and occasionally sucked her clit.
She could feel an orgasm start to build. She gasped as it
approached. He took that as an indication to lick faster
and harder. She built up, she had entered the plateau stage and she was
climbing to a peak. The longer he licked the higher she got.
It simply got better and better. Then she came. She spasmed and arched her back and relaxed,
trying to be silent and still so he wouldn't know. But he
did. He must have seen the twitching of her vagina or the
kick of her body as she came, and he slowly licked her back
down. He pulled her up, yanked the bedclothes back and lay her
in the bed. Then he pulled them back over her and tucked her
in. She just lay there. Then she motioned with her head that
he should get in. She watched him get undressed, then slip into bed. He was
warm and she embraced him, resting her head on his shoulder,
an arm on his chest. She wanted to come again.
She looked at him coyly and he got the message. She didn'texpect him to do what he did next. He tickled her. She giggled,
sat up, and then he stopped. They looked at each other dangerously.
He was lying down, she was sat up and turned to face him. She
swung her leg across him and put both hands on his chest.
She knew she was wet but wasn't sure how aroused he was. She
ran a hand down and found his penis. Quite hard. She rubbed
it and it got harder. Then she knelt on top of it so he could
see it in her hand, her vagina poised and hungry above it.
It got harder. Then she started to rub it between her labia.
His hands moved onto her hips and she felt them tighten as
she teased him. And then she pushed the head of it into her
and she moved her body down slowly, controlling the exact
speed of penetration. She was going to enjoy this. Slowly she moved, still wet and aroused from his licking,
knowing it wouldn't take that much to get her moving towards
orgasm again. She controlled the speed and the motion.
He could just lie there. All the same she was glad to feel
his hands move up to her breasts. She rode him quietly as
he flicked her nipples and stroked and squeezed her breasts.
She wanted to come soon. She snaked a hand off his chest to
her clit and started to rub it to bring the orgasm sooner.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling in her
vagina and clit. She opened them to catch his eye and get
a quizzical eyebrow in return. She felt a flush on her cheeks
as she realised she was masturbating in front of him and
started to move her hand away from her clit, but his hand
snaked down and put it back. She kept going. It was so good.
She could feel it starting. She sped up, she felt the feeling
build into something more definite. She was going to come
and it was starting now. She kept riding, she felt herself
start to quiver and shake and then she felt him sit up and
hold her as she came. She gripped him tight inside her, and
revelled in the feeling of it. Then he held her close and
she rested her head on her shoulder, putting her arms round
him. Then he lay back and she lay on him. He was still inside
her. They hadn't said a word the whole time.
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