He led her to the bedroom, her hand tightly in his, and he
prepared to love her exquisitely. She
trembled slightly, afraid of what was to come.
She was almost positive she would be on that list of things however. Her vision was obscured with a beautiful silk
scarf and all she could see was darkness.
That’s okay, she had complete trust in her lover and she knew she was in
good hands: strong, sensual hands at that knew exactly how to elicit the most
intense bliss.
Laying her on the bed gently, he began his sensual
assault. There was no need to rush. He had set aside hours to do nothing but
pleasure his lady love. The first
sensation she felt was so gentle, so imperceptible, she couldn’t make out what
it was at first. The feather-light touch
was just that, a feather. She cried out,
“Stop, that tickles!” but his technique was relentless. Every touch of that feather to her skin made
her jump and squirm. He traced the
insides of her elbows and the slope of her collar bone, everywhere on her body
until it was no longer ticklish; it was like sending erotic stimuli straight to
her clit. Under her breasts, her ankles,
her very fingertips, no place was off limits.
Biting her lip, she silenced her moans of joy. There was no need to however, it was her
night and her man was there to cater to her every whim and fantasy. All she had to do was ask and he was there to
respond.
Next, came the intense sensation of cold. Cry out she did as he traced ice cubes around
her belly button and down to the baby soft hair of her mound. “Please baby, don’t do this to me,” she
whimpered but she spread her legs more, communicating to him that the last
thing she wanted was for him to stop.
She gripped the sheets tightly, using them for leverage, voluntarily
restraining herself from moving as he put the ice cube in his mouth and created
the sensation of cool kisses on her engorged pussy lips. She was out of her mind with desire, panting,
begging, moaning, chanting. He kissed
his way all over her body, leaving a trail of cool, wet kisses.
Next, the sensations she felt were indiscernible. While it was apparent that something was
being applied to her skin, all over her body, she couldn’t exactly tell what it
was. It didn’t seem to be either
pleasurable or unpleasant. She waited,
anxiously, breathlessly awaiting the pleasure to begin for she knew it was
right around the corner. Little did she
know it was honey that had been applied to her body until her lover started to
sensually lick away every drop of sweetness.
Inch by excruciatingly erotic inch, he licked. He licked until his
tongue was tired and then licked some more.
He was inspired by her cries of passion.
With every flick of his tongue on her nipples, thighs, and toes, she
would let out a sound that inspired him to keep going. He wasn’t going to stop for anything.
Turning her over, placing her on her stomach, the sensation
of warmth was the next thing she felt.
Heated massage oil trickled down the small of her back, creating a pool
right at the top of her ass. With skill
and intensity, he softly kneaded the oil into her brown skin from her shoulders
to her feet and not missing a spot in between.
He wasn’t trying to work out tension or heal a sore muscle, he was caressing
and pampering with just the right amount of pressure and gentle, tender
caresses. Holding her ass in his hands
he worked the oil in and caused her to arch her back, stick her ass out as in
invitation. He took the invitation and
poured the heated oil into the crack of her ass and let it drip between her
pussy lips, adding to the moisture and slipperiness she felt there.
At this point in the evening, she was undone. She was ready for sex and didn’t need any
more foreplay whatsoever, not another minute, not another second. She wanted to join with her lover, meld with
him, to become one. She needed him
inside her. “Fuck me, Make love to me, I
need you inside me, was all she kept saying.”
Pulling the scarf from her eyes, she pleaded with her lover, “Come on
baby, you know you want this, come on, I’m so wet for you right now. Make me
cum.”
A man on a mission cannot be denied. It was his intent to make her cum and make
her cum hard before there was any penetration whatsoever. Taking his middle finger and inserting it
slowly, he softly probed for the places that made her squirm. He looked in her eyes for the reaction that
told him that she loved what he was doing.
Pulling back the hood on her clit, he rubbed softly, in a gentle
circular motion. His lady was
practically sobbing. Her legs were in
the air and she was almost in a state of panic.
Almost at his threshold for patience, he used his fingers to
softly push, prod and poke all her sensitive spots, he worked her magic button
until she was screaming in the pillow, her body a wave of spasm after spasm,
her muscles trembling and weak. It was
then that he took careful aim. Lining up
the head of his dick with her sweet, hot, tight, wet hole, he waited. She tried her best to maneuver around to get
him to penetrate her but he would not.
She cursed him, screamed for him to fuck her. He bent over to kiss her, for their mouths to
taste one another, and he slipped inside her.
In that moment, it was like none other.
Instinct took over and he was primal.
He wasn’t aggressive like a predator; he was focused like a laser.
Their bodies moved in unison. She enveloped him, providing him with a safe
place that felt too good to be true. He
loved her and he was going to pour his unconditional love into her. First however, he was going to FUCK the living
daylights out of her. Pushing her thighs
back to her chest, he stared deep in her eyes.
“Does that feel good?” as he drove his dick up inside her.
“God damn you, you know it does, fuck me.”
That wasn’t enough for him.
He wanted more. With more
intensity, he drove his dick up inside her again over and over again. Her nails dug in his back. Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him
tighter, closer. Their breathing became
synchronized. He was lost in her
pleasure, she was on the verge of another intense orgasm. He timed it perfectly, and began fucking her
like only a man in love can do. She held
on and met every thrust. Their bodies
were working together in unison. His
moans became hers. They could fight it
no longer and they came, together, crashing into one another and enveloped by
love.
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