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Good for the Goose

Not yet dear. My turn I stated. We were eye to eye and he raised one of his eyebrows. Yours? Oh, yes. Ive always wanted to feel this. I pressed my palm against the bulging front of his trousers, and found the most magnificent shape beneath the fabric long and thick, rigid like velvet covered steel. This? he gasped. And I knew that I had his complete attention. Oh, this is very nice. Nice? He could hardly speak due to the breathtaking caress of my hand as I meticulously measured the details of his erection. Length and breadth. Rigidity and eagerness. I began applying just enough pressure in just the right places to finally make him grab hold of my hands. My eyes glinted just inches from his. Youre much larger than I imagined. Thats enough. he stated. I turned my back to him, swaying my rounded ass at him, and began to dance. All undulating curves and hollows he hadnt known were there. Theres no music he said. He was ramrod straight and aching. I was a vision of shadows and shapes, bobbing breasts, swaying hips and swirling long golden hair. A luxurious length of silk that draped here and drew across there, hiding away my most savory details just as he expected to see them, taunting him, drawing him like a moth to a flame, to me. Until he was standing before me, reaching out for me. Catching me in a kiss when I turned in my dance. Youre so beautiful he whispered. I swayed in place, regarding him steadily as I boldly flicked my gaze downward across his belly to rest on his ****. Staring at his groin, licking my lips in eager anticipation. I began to run my hands from his shoulders to his fingertips. Then I ran a hand across his chest and from the base of his throat down the length of his torso. My fingers slid downward over his heart and then lower to his belly and downward until he realized where I was heading. Christ! He would have caught my hand, but I stopped short of his arousal so he watched and waited. Watched my every move, watched my breasts bob, well within reach. Yet, afraid to touch and break the magic spell. My touch was slow and soothing, raw and wild and sensuous as hell and arousing us both to new heights of passion. I trailed kisses across his chest, spent a time tugging and licking his nipples, nibbling, brushing my hips against his until he had closed his eyes and was swaying slightly to my melody. Then I slipped my hands around his back, grasped his ass and then brought my hands forward around his hip to. Dont! He cried. Too late. God damn, thats fantastic. I had flattened my palms and drawn them across his stomach and then in a single move, Id stroked him with my fingers. Circled him, found his pulse and matched it.

Youre so large and thick and hot. I love the feel of you. He grabbed my shoulders, his blood pounding at my touch. Careful. He said. I promise to take the best of care. Then I slipped to my knees and was kissing him, flicked my tongue across the tip of his ****. He let me hum and sway and nibble and gather his ****s in my hands, let me fondle and taste, but when I took him into my mouth he caught my chin and dropped down beside me. Didnt you like my kiss? I asked. He shuddered and replied No love, I nearly came. So you like that kind of kiss as much as I do? I asked. He groaned again. To the bottom of my soul, I do. He laughed and moved to sit on one of the pillows scattered about the floor. I advanced on him until I was sitting in his lap, my legs around his waist, my face inches from his. Then I started a bewitching rhythm, shifting my hips until the tip of his **** was rubbing against my hot, moist ****y. I draped my arms around his neck and rocked forward. I love this feeling, fitting so tightly against you. I said.

He couldnt take his eyes off of me for fear of loosing control. Every motion took him more deeply inside of me, inch by inch until finally I gripped his shoulders, plunged my hips forward, driving his **** into my **** all the way to his ****s. Mmmmmoh, yesss! I threw my head back, moaning in ecstasy. Youre so big.

He was crazy with lust, wanting to plunge and thrust and grind our hips together. Savoring my heat and slickness and depth. Rocking with me, as I raked my fingers through his hair and cupped his face in my hands. Thank you for coming home with me. I said. And you, for asking me in. he replied.

I was breathless and riding him, slick and hot and ready for his touch. He slid his palm between us, felt his way through my bush and gently fingered my clit as I was rising to meet his touch. I was riding him, bucking and swaying on these waves of astounding pleasure. A deep need to cling to him seized me, though he was looking at me with passion burning in his eyes. Gripping my arms and plundering my mouth, he rocked and thrust against me. Mine he cried out as he clutched my ass and ground me closer to him with the same desire that I had. Ohhhhh...ooooo I grabbed his shoulders and crooned my way through my climax. A wild, guttural purr that set him off toward his own release. I kissed him and nibbled on his ear as he looked at me through sated eyes. Youve exhausted him. He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and fell back with me into the pile of pillows. Shall we start again? I asked. He replied. If Im still alive.