The Interlude - Part 2
As his orgasm began, he tried as best he cold to hold it back,
increase the sensation, and the intensity, but she knew
all this and enticed and aroused him even more so, as the
thought of his explosive orgasm into her mouth excited
her whole body. He felt his head being thrown back as the
rush of orgasms began within him, deep in his body, all rushing
with force through his erection. His scrotum hardened
tightly, and his manhood seemed to expand even more, as
his whole body stiffened tighter, with the violent rush
of cum exploding into her mouth, and onto her neck, a ring
of pearls glistening against her dark skin.
She continued to suck on him, taking all that he had within
him into her mouth, swallowing all, and wanting even more.
She was a hungry animal, being fed by his cock, and the more
he provided, the more she desired. She loved the salty taste
of his cum, as it gushed into her, and as she looked up at him,
she knew he had been spent fully, as his orgasm continued,
even after his cum had been spent. As he moved down to her,
she kissed him deeply, as he had her, sharing his fluid with
him. Each knew, however, that their hunger was yet to be
satisfied.
They were next to each other, just looking into each others
eyes, sharing unspoken communication, content with each
other, and relaxed in the mutual sharing that had occurred,
and the verbal exchange that was going on between them.
That was unbelievable, he said, feely sort of sheepish
that he could not think of anything more intelligent to
say.
You werent so bad yourself, she replied, the both of
them beginning to laugh at how simplistic there conversation
had gotten, considering the length and depth of some of
their conversations.
He loved seeing her laugh, her smile, and the way she acted.
She truly was one of a kind, a unique and dramatic blend of
qualities that could sometimes be overlooked if you didnt
take the time to really see the person she was. She had elegance,
style, and most of all confidence, although she would probably
disagree with him on the latter.
As she looked at him, she found him to be more sensitive
a man than she had initially thought, and one who was attentive
to her. She didnt know why, but had an inkling, although
both never broached that subject. She could tell that he
held his emotions in check, almost guarding them at times,
and would only show them if he fully trusted the person.
She knew he trusted her, and for him to show his sensitive
side, just not there in the bedroom, was something she appreciated.
They had become close over the time they had spoken, intimate
in nature, opening up to the other freely, and both of them
knew that there was something special in their friendship.
He looked at her once again, a rush of emotion coming to
the surface, and he let out a heavy sigh. Whats the matter,
baby? she asked.
Its the moment, he replied, I could tell you everything
about me, and even in doing so, I know that wed never lack
time or energy to talk about anything. I feel as content
and relaxed as Ive ever been, being here with you, and well,
it just makes me feel good about who I am.
I know what youre saying, she answered, as she had
somehow felt a bridge being built between them over the
time they had gotten to know each other. She knew he was different,
in a good way, but also knew there was much more, and the journey
that would come to them would be one traveled together.
As though each knew what the other was thinking, they moved
to one another, holding each other close, comforting and
reassuring the other, protecting the other from any harm
or hurt that they had ever felt. They felt content holding
each other, good in each others arms.
As they talked, each could feel the emerging excitement
growing once again in them, as they had yet to fulfill their
lovemaking to each other. Each wanted that union of completion,
joined as one with each other, with bodies and souls combining.
They looked I to each others eyes once again, and the message
to each was unmistakable.
She could feel his arousal beginning again, pleasing
her that even though he was a bit older, he definitely didnt
let that affect him. Oh, baby! she purred as she felt his
hardness begin to grow once again, knowing that he wanted
her, wanted to make love to her, be inside of her with his
hardness. She could feel the wetness in her begin once again
in anticipation of his manhood.
He moved to her, and positioned himself above her, his
arms holding him up, as he looked down at her once again.
He could feel his erection harden once again, the anticipation
of making love to her fully; entering her womanhood, and
feeling it capture his erection and hold him tight. He moved
slowly across her, feeling just the barest of contact with
their flesh, as he moved until his erection was just above,
and barely touching her there. She opened herself to him,
in anticipation and lust, and as he entered her for the first
time, she could feel every inch of his movement into her,
and the soft firmness of his manhood as it pierced her.
Her reaction was immediate, her legs opening wider to him,
her hips moving up to entice him, inviting him into her,
deeper, so that this time he would be hers completely. She
wanted him there in her, moving his hardness in and out of
her, stimulating her clitoris as he moved in and out, yet
around also, his shaft rubbing against her throbbing button,
the one that he had so elegantly stimulated earlier. She
felt even more alive, as he entered her, staying there but
for a moment, pushing himself deep into her, and then retracting,
ever so slowly, only to repeat the movement again and again.
Such wonderfully erotic punishment, she thought, as he
deliberately moved in this way for seemed an endless amount
of time, slowly making love to her, as though he were an artist
and she was the canvas of his artistry.
Her hips slowly began to move with him, anticipating the
thrust of his organ into her, and as she moved, his thrusts
of his hips became harder and harder, longer and longer,
as he thrust his manhood into her, fully exploring all of
her womanhood, and providing her pleasure after continuing
pleasure. Her legs were now around his waist, pulling him
in deeper, not wanting him to let go, and the image that they
created was reflected in the light from the candles at it
shown against the wall on one end of her room. To the other
side was her mirror, and her vision caught a glimpse of their
lovemaking, a sight that pleased her immensely. Her head
turned fully, seeing his frame upon hers, her legs, dark,
around his waist, and the movement of their bodies together
as the dance of sensual enjoyment was created by them both,
a reflection that could be seen by both.
He turned his head, and he too saw their reflection, and
the beauty of the movement that they created. Feeling the
sensation, and then seeing what they were doing, was pure
erotic pleasure for the both of them. Their dance slowed,
then became heated, as their passions took over, wanting
more of each other for their erotic embrace. As each saw
the vision, their lovemaking became more heated, the sound
of their bodies coming into contact with one another, the
sight, and now the sounds of their passions filling the
room. His movements became more deliberate, more intense,
and her response was equal to his, the lust for each other
filling each others being, consuming them fully. His
animalistic urges were present as she heard the guttural
sounds coming from his throat, an animal in heat, expressing
his total pleasure in all they were doing.
Suddenly, she shifted her body, and was on top of him, her
body above his erection, and for both to see, she slid down
ever so slowly onto him, until her hips were firmly placed
against his loins, her hips grinding her womanhood onto
him, riding his erection, with her hands holding down his
legs, holding them firmly, feeling their strength being
transferred to her. She moved so effortlessly on him, her
body weightless against his, as her every movement was
one of sensuality and grace. She arched her body back, their
only contact being her hold on his manhood, and she began
to thrust herself down onto him again, harder and harder
as her lustful intensity increased. She wanted his cum
again, this time feeding her womanhood, as its hunger
was even greater than her mouths. She had waited long for
his touch, long for his embrace, long for his mouth, and
she was not to be denied his manhood.
Her movements became more animated, her voice equaling
his in its description of the pleasure she was feeling,
and how she wanted him to ejaculate in her, hard, long, and
deep. Her hips now thrust themselves down onto his manhood,
taking it fully, and deeply into her, intensifying her
arousal to the point where she knew her climax would come,
and come soon. She had hoped that he was nearing that point
as well, and the thought of both of them, in mutual orgasm,
together filled her with an excitement unlike any other.
She moved back up to him, her breasts in front of him, and
his hands responded, cupping them, and then began teasing
her nipples once again, watching the erections form there.
She responded in like kind as her hips now bucked even harder
onto him, and he began to pull, ever so gently on her nipples,
pulling them and witnessing her reaction. She became that
sexual animal she knew was hidden inside her, unafraid
to express her wants, her needs, and her desires. She cried
out as the first wave of her orgasm formed, and as it came
rushing to her womanhood, tightening herself on him, as
she continued to grind herself onto him. She could sense,
by his breathing, and the look in his eyes, that he too, was
close to the point where his climax would erupt. This only
excited her more, knowing that both were at the brink, at
the precipice, and that soon both would fall into the abyss.
He felt her tighten around him, commanding his organ to
explode, and he held as long as he could, his hands now tightly
on her nipples, watching her expression as this stimulation
was everything that he had thought it would be. She was his
woman, and he was her man, united and consummating their
friendship and affection in a way only the closest of friends
could do.
He stiffened, as her body on his tightened, and them began
to shudder, her womanhood grabbing him, holding him, and
pumping him for every ounce of his cum. She took it all, deep
into her, as their orgasms ceased, she fell onto him, breathless.
The cool evening air caressed them both, a blanket of contentment
fell over them, and in each other they found a joy that each
had only dreamed about. In all things they were equals,
never to be afraid to express their feelings to the other,
not afraid of the demons that somehow werent as fierce
as they had once been.
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