soft and indulging. Putting my hands out I stroke his exposed torso, running my fingers along every faultless line. I sit up so I can kiss every inch, following those same lines with my tongue, his skin tastes deliciously salty. As I continue I’m aware of his breathing getting heavier, abruptly his strong hands grasp my shoulders and push me back onto the bed roughly; greedily he grabs the hem of my dress, yanking it up to my waist, then clutches at each side of my pants. Hastily, before he can remove them I place my hands over his, “um can you turn the lights off?” I ask tentatively, all too aware of the bright, unforgiving light that bathes us.
For a second he looks disappointed, but swiftly shakes it off “sure” he says jumping from the bed. At the switch, his hand moves across to the dimmer instead, lowering the light to a faint glow, “how about that?” he asks cautiously.
“That will do nicely” I say, not 100% sure, but not wanting to entirely disenchant him with my insecurities.
They say in all the magazines that this kind of light is meant to be flattering anyway, let’s hope so as with me, there is a hell of a lot to flatter!
He returns to the bed, replacing his hands in their previous position, but pausing, searching my eyes for approval before he starts; I flash him a smile and adjust my hips up a fraction to aid him stripping me.
Excruciatingly slowly he tugs my pants down over my thighs, not taking his eyes off me, even for a second. As he glides them down over my calves he plants kisses on the inside of my knee; once my pants are fully off and thrown over the side of the bed, his kisses start to climb higher up my legs, first a kiss to the right inner thigh, then a matching one to the left, the next one rising slightly higher again. Each kiss tickles but in a gloriously erotic way, I don’t want him to stop, but I don’t want him to reach where he’s heading either. I know I’m as prepared physically as I can get, but mentally, am I ready for a man to be that intimate with me?
“Uuhhh” it’s too late, he’s there, slowly dipping his tongue in and out of my lips, spinning it around my clitoris until my toes curl, then plunging back down. Before I know it I’m gyrating against his mouth, controlling the path he makes with his tongue. I’m finding that the trick is not thinking about where his face is and just letting go and enjoying the sensation, that magnificent, outstanding sensation; he’s playing now, changing the speed and velocity of his tongues advances, stopping to suck my sweet spot until I cry out with ecstasy and then softly biting my lips before bringing his tongue back into play with a vengeance.
This is sweet, sweet, agony, my fingers clench in his hair, rotating my hips frantically now, I’m aware of my orgasm mounting and I want it badly. Pulling my knee’s up further so that I’m pushing down just on the tips of my toes, to tilt my pelvis into his merciless mouth.
“Oh yes, just like that” I’m crying out, I’m so close, just as my body is tensing he pushes two fingers inside of me, the surprise bringing my orgasm on in an intense wave of pleasure. By the time I recover and open my eyes I find him, naked, lying on top of me.
“I love the way you shiver after an orgasm” he purrs down at me, “ready for another?” my eyes widen in awe, then I break into a grin, nodding enthusiastically.
He re-positions himself, taking his already waiting erection in hand and slips it carefully inside me. He is well endowed, even after all the warming up I’ve been gifted, I still feel impossibly tight around the size of him; he takes it slow easing in bit by bit, until I’m taking every last inch of him, the intensity of it making me gasp.
“Are you ok?” he whispers, holding perfectly still until my reply.
“Yes, I’m pretty great as it goes” I breathe back at him, lifting my legs so my ankles lock together at the small of his back.
With gentle sways he rocks in and out, running kisses up and down my neck as he goes, slipping his tongue around my ear lobe and sucking it through his lips, the