It has been a lazy afternoon for me. A few errands, straightening up around the house, and now I just want to immerse myself in a good book, wait for you to arrive home from work. The day is quite a warm one, with bright rays of sunshine filtering through the bay windows of our bedroom. Too warm for clothing even, I thought, as I casually step out of my jeans and a T, to slip between the crisp, freshly made sheets of our bed. Nestling myself into a stack of down filled pillows, I begin to read one of my favorites that I currently have on the go.
Time passes freely, quickly, and before I know it, the bedroom door is ajar with you standing there smiling. I can tell by the pleased look on your face that spring seems in the air for you too.
"Enjoying yourself dear?" you pleasantly ask.
"Yes, very," I am quick to respond, then patting the emptiness beside me, I add, "The sheets are still cool and soft right now, care to join me?"
A second invitation is not something you need to hear, and with a coy smile, ready for a late afternoon of leisure yourself, you soon join me.
Before long I am hearing the sound of your whispering voice in my ear, "what do you want me to do for you, honey? A treat to the end of your day?" Your lips brush against the folds of my ear, your tongue flitters in and out, and around it, while your hot breath caresses the inside gently, heating all my senses, leaving cool tingles to my skin.
Your hands seek my breasts, exploring through the cotton fabric of the top sheet, exciting my nipples - making them ache for your mouth already, and sending an electrifying current straight down to my pussy.
As I look into your eyes, I see deep sparkling mischief in them. "What is it you would like? Tell me what you want, honey," you ask me once again.
Your warm hands waist no time in slipping beneath the sheet, pushing all barriers aside. They stroke my legs, my sides. Folded fingers brush across my belly, caress my arms. Your fingers entwine with mine and holding my hands above my head, you offer me a kiss on the mouth. Deep and searching, our tongues collide in swirling breaths of passion. Pulling apart after what seemed minutes of kissing, while I felt the beat of your heart dancing on my chest, you lean back and look down at my round and full breasts. My nipples stand erect, tight and aching... you lower your lips to one. Sucking it deep into your mouth... deeper and harder...nibbling, licking, teasing it, kneading the softness of my flesh with your free hand. A moan begins to
swell between my legs, yet no sound escapes my lips.
"Do you like this, baby?" Then you kiss me again with mounting desire, knowing full well I cannot bring myself to answer you when your tongue fills my mouth... probing, reaching, demanding more than this one kiss.
"Honey, how am I supposed to know what you want me to do, if you don't tell me?" you ask with playful innocence. "Maybe you'd prefer I do this?" Then taking my other breast in your hand, nipple between your thumb and forefinger, you rotate it, squeeze lightly, yet hard enough for shooting pains of pleasure to reach each and every one of my nerve endings. The tip of your tongue flickers out, dances across the surface of my nipple just before you take more of it into the warmth of your mouth.
I feel your hand gently find its way between my legs. Knowing fingers separate the petals of my womanhood. Fingertips soaked from my juices rub enticingly against my clitoris, slide between the swollen lips to my opening. The first of my moans finally escape my lips and you pull back and merely smile. You know how much I want to feel your mouth on me... to go down on me, to finish this passionate kiss you have started on my mouth, by ravishing my pussy.
"Mmmm, or I should be tasting you?" you sit back on your knees and bring a wet finger to your lips. I watch in earnest as your tongue licks my sweetness from your fingertip.
My legs instinctively open wider, inviting you, my lover. I am now filled with withering hot passion for you. My pussy is aching for your lips, and dripping wet... waiting for you to drink me in. Another moan seeps from my throat. Louder this time, more demanding and directive to where your moist kisses are soon headed. My hips are bucking up more now, my back arching for your delicious pleasures.
Clearing my throat, I manage to remind you, "I don't need to tell you, even if I could. You know how to please me, don't you?"
But my thoughts do answer you….. Yes, I want you to lick and kiss me where my thighs crest in smoldering heat. I want to feel your soft lips nibbling at my opening, sucking and teasing my slippery folds apart….. My body releases a faint shiver as I try unsuccessfully to lay still while your lips move lower, trace across the softness of my belly.
You continue with sweet kisses to my navel, teasing, taunting. Oh god! I can feel the warmth of your mouth covering my wet pussy, long slow licks passing through me, thirsting for my love juices, while your middle finger slides in and out of my pulsating cunt. A man on a mission, fucking me slowly, pressing deeply - in and out s l o w l y... oh god, fuck me! Lick me, baby, fuck me now! My mind screams out but my lips can only whisper. My hands hold your head between my legs, fingers tangled in your hair as your tongue probes the moist folds of my sex. My hips begin rocking to the rhythm of your flickering tongue at my swollen clit. Rock!... pump!... thrust!... my cunt pushes against your mouth, your fingers, your face! I want it all!
Then as if out of nowhere, the euphoric rise begins, that climax that you are so fervently bringing me to. Every muscle in my body stops breathing, clenches into one luscious orgasm. Right to the very end, as the wave washes over me, I have my legs wrapped around you. Holding you as you take all of me, drink from the center of my passion, spilled out for you. Once this passes and we are both spent, you crawl back up beside me to cradle me in your arms, and yes, give me more of your loving kisses.
Rachel
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