2:17a.m. -- the end to a perfect day.
We stumble through the apartment door, slightly drunk.
As soon as I get the door closed, I am astonished to find you
upon me, attacking me with a savage kiss, opening and closing
your mouth on mine over and over, sucking my lips, assaulting
them its as if Im being eaten alive. I love it. I hold you
tight, feeling the shape of you, returning your kiss, tasting
you, sucking your tongue
As my mouth moves to your neck, licking and nibbling, tasting
your delicious flesh, I feel your strong hands grasping
my buttocks, pulling me to you even closer I am thrilled
by your audacity, and return the favor by letting my hands
seek out the cool flesh of your back. You do the same, and
our hands rake, caress, explore I can already feel my cock
getting hard, and instinctively, I press it, through layers
of clothes, against the softness of your hips and belly.
Suddenly, your hands fly to my shoulders and start pressing
down firmly its plain what you want. I willingly drop
to my knees before you: you dont need to force me into that
position. I eagerly set to work, unzipping your skirt at
the side, tugging it down, hurriedly getting your panties
out of the way Now your luscious pussy is revealed to me.
You confidently step out of the skirt and panties at your
ankles and stand with your feet set well apart. All the while,
I have been struggling out of my shirt, and now my skin meets
yours as I embrace you from below, feeling the softness
of your ass against my hands, and the silkiness of your thighs
against my forearms and chest as I bring my face up to meet
your pussy, smelling you, tasting you, burying my face
in you, stretching out my tongue so all of it can touch and
taste you. Shifting my position, I close the whole of my
lips and tongue on your rapidly-hardening clit, bringing
up a single finger up to toy with your moist opening. Your
juices flow, and I can taste them on your clit as I continue
to alternately lick and suck you, all the while teasing
your pussy with the very ends of my fingers, which threaten
again and again to penetrate you, but always pull back at
the last possible split second, just as your hips move to
capture them. I hear you moan through tightly-closed lips,
and feel your fingers first run themselves through my hair,
then clutch my head, pulling my mouth more firmly against
your pussy.
Finally, I give you what youre clearly hungry for, sliding
my long finger into the lush softness of your pussy. You
gasp, and, encouraged, I continue to tongue you as I slide
my finger out, then in again, finger-fucking you first
gently, then, at your urging, more firmly, and, as I feel
you opening up, adding another finger to give you even more
pleasure. With each stroke, I feel almost reluctant to
withdraw from the delicious warmth inside you. I curve
my fingers toward the front of your body, pressing firmly
on the upstroke, and your wetness increases, drips onto
my cheek, and the smell of you enfolds, envelops, overwhelms
me.
Now your hands shift from the back of my head to the front,
insistently pushing me away. At first I dont want to leave,
holding myself to you by the one hand clutching your ass,
but at last I acquiesce, standing to meet you face to face.
You kiss me only briefly, then wind both your arms around
one of mine and drag me, half-stumbling, down the hall toward
your bedroom.
We can hardly get our remaining clothes out of the way fast
enough. You soon put me back to work on your delicious pussy,
while you stretch out on the bed, looking every bit the empress,
stretching your arms out and up, embracing the big pillows
under your head. I consume you as enthusiastically as before,
only this time I sneak a hand down into my own lap. You are
quick to notice this, and speak up, sharply admonishing
me not to touch it, and to leave such things to you
Now we are lying on our sides, and your soft thighs embrace
my head as the smell and taste of you again flood my senses;
only this time I can feel you first teasing, then caressing
my cock as your moans of pleasure rise to fill the room. My
soft cries join yours as your touches become strokes become
kisses become the licks of your satin tongue. I want your
mouth, all of it, the full warmth and softness of it, but
you know better than to let me have that so soon. Instead,
you stroke me gently, using only the very tips of your fingers
these light, feathery touches bring me again and again
to the very brink of ecstasy.
I focus on the task before me, using both hands to enhance
the exertions of my lips and tongue, with one hand making
love to your pussy, and the other teasing your little anal
pucker I can feel it jump and clench even as your hips move
and roll against my mouth and insistent, invading fingers.
Dare I molest your rectum? Even as I both lick and finger-fuck
your pussy, my other hand explores this new possibility,
prodding, massaging, working the excess effluence of
your pussy into the tensed, puckered flesh. Slowly, little
by little, it begins to relax, until it is quivering, open,
even welcoming. One, then two knuckles slide in, and you
groan, squeezing my finger, then gasp, and gasp again
I cant see your face, but I imagine it contorting, eyes
squeezed shut You cry out, but its strangled, cut short.
You stiffen all over, breath caught. The spasm grips you,
then releases you, and I am drowning in your fluids as you
exhale in a long ragged breath that loudly proclaims your
supreme pleasure.
I am content to continue servicing you in my current position,
but you gently withdraw your loins from me, extricating
and repositioning yourself out of my line of sight. Disoriented,
I twist around, righting myself
I am astonished to find that you have generously positioned
yourself for me, on your knees, facing away, your exquisite
ass raised, poised, ready. You have turned your head to
face me I see your blushing, sweat-covered face, the hair
of your bangs soaked, matted to your forehead. You smile
wickedly, breathing the words, Now its your turn.
Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, I position myself
behind you, cock in hand. I fit myself against you, teasing
the lips of your pussy, stroking them with the head of my
cock. Your head is lowered, and your hips begin to roll,
wanting to ensnare me, but I draw back slightly, allowing
you to envelop only the head.
God, you feel so good! My cock is on fire, bursting out of
its skin, overwhelmed by the sensations of your pussys
sweet embrace. You push back, trying again to capture me,
and, though I desperately want to fuck you, I again pull
back, letting you feel only the head. For long moments,
we share this delicious dance: You press back, I lean back
You lean forward, I follow you. I feel the moisture emanating
from you, hear you whimpering for me to fuck you, and the
warmth inside you welcomes me. Finally, when I cant bear
it any longer, I sink into you for all my length, and we both
cry out in ecstasy.
Now I start to fuck you, to really fuck you, gripping your
hips in both hands, driving my cock into you again and again.
You move with me, pushing back with every stroke, your pussy
clutching me hungrily, your voice deep and womanly, begging
me to come inside of you. Ah, God, I cant stand it any more!
I feel my orgasm approaching as if from a long way off, and
I almost panic, desiring it more than anything, yet not
wanting to stop fucking you! Suddenly, its upon me like
a wild animal, and I am ejaculating, crying out, feeling
the come being jolted from my body in wrenching jets, holding
onto your body for dear life as my whole liquid being empties
into your quivering body.
I hold you to me for long moments, not wanting the moment
to die. Finally, my orgasm subsides and I start to withdraw,
but, again, you move back against me, keeping me inside
you. Instead, I lean forward, almost lying down on top of
you. You catch on, and begin to lean forward too. Eventually,
you are lying flat, and I lie down next to you, almost withdrawing,
but not quite. I embrace you from behind, feeling all of
your softness. You squirm deliciously, and I slide out
of you. You turn to face me, and we embrace, our arms around
each other, holding on tightly for what seems like hours.
Eventually, we reposition ourselves for sleep, drifting
off together.
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