She leaned forward a little, reluctant to pull away from me, but anxious to have more. And turning slightly, she unhooked my legs from her hold and turned to face me, legs tucked under her. With flushed and heaving skin, she whispered something under her breath, and reaching forward, she set to work on my shirt, unbuttoning, kissing, unbuttoning another, and planting warm, wet kisses. She took her time undressing me, enjoying the slow burning heat that was building. And before long, she wanted nothing more than to run her hands over my chest, to trace every place with her fingers, to then follow that same trail with her lips. And gradually, she returned to my mouth, teasing a little before actually connecting, all the while running her hands up, and over my shoulders to shrug off that inconvenient shirt.
With such sensual grace within her touch, my growl inside got louder still, and began manifesting itself ever harder. The way the shadows danced against her soft warm skin, the way her curves were simply accentuated, the way hands moved with such a silky hunger, eager to touch and explore. I simply sighed and wondered where she would go, as I heard that gentle sigh, before her lips connected again, and I kissed her harder, wanting her to feel the passion rising in me, bubbling up from deep inside. As Ella Fitzgerald began to add her contribution to our soundtrack, and the logs on the fire, snapped and crackled and popped. And our lips smeared against each other again.
She slowly ran her hands down the length of my arms, freeing me finally from that shirt, savouring the feeling of my skin beneath her soft palms, letting our hands tangle with each other and enjoy the momentary feeling of one-ness. Placing my hands atop her thighs, she freed her own to skim back up my arms, and then run them back down my chest, lingering through the hair and past the midriff to the waistband of my jeans. Then slowly unbuttoned me. And then unzipped me, enthralled by the desire that was now clearly obvious to her. Her lips staked another claim upon my chest, exploring with both lips and tongue and leaving behind little kisses, while her hands flirted with this new found territory below. Her thumbs ran in light circles just below the remaining waistband of my boxers, drawing ever closer and closer to me and my thickened prominence.
The veins of my large and manly hands, stood out in the firelight, as my fingers gently pressed her warm smooth flesh, eager to show how the kisses and exquisitely feminine touch, were affecting me. Actually, it was all too blindingly fucking obvious how affected I was, as my boxer briefs strained, the thick hot outline advertising my florid thoughts, desperate for her to touch me, desperate to be loosed, aching and aching. As if it had been done it a thousand times, it felt so right.
I knew she was deliberately avoiding contact, teasing me softly, but also feeling her getting closer and slower. I could feel my excitement oozing from me just a little, as the anticipation became almost tangible, a little dark wet spot appearing and staining through the fabric, as I forcefully clenched my floor, so she could see me twitch and move, knowing what it meant.
Not strangers. But conspirators. Oh, how I wanted to fucking touch her…
But then she chanced a sly look downwards, and decided she would not wait any longer, placing her hands on my chest, pushing me back into the floor. Undoing my jeans, she whispered for a little help to slide them off. As I arched my hips upwards, she realised that I was so tantalisingly close. She gasped in anticipation and tugged down my jeans and boxers both, greedily, then biting her lip as I sprang forward, thick and red. She almost forgot to breathe, as she took in the sight of what lay there. Needing to stand to help me fully remove the half drawn jeans, she was in my way, but couldn’t move just yet. She leant her face down to me, smiling, before placing her breath on the tip of me, and stole one long, broad lick of her lingering tongue from the base to the tip, flicking that tongue across for good measure, before whispering,
‘…shit… you’re impressive’
She couldn’t have me ensnared in clothing, though, and quickly stood and freed me from the restrictions, tugging them off my feet and casting them aside. And as she looked down at me in repose, at full attention, she sighed, and ached and decided to be brave. She stepped delicately to stand over me, chest heaving at the decisions she had made, placing her feet on either side of my hips, but then sinking down with her legs wide, her cunt glistening, to kneel above me in this straddle. And then slowly, she reached down between her legs to find me, taking me into her hand, and raising me to her lips. Her wet and red, aching lips, sighing, as she pressed me to her, before sinking down, guiding the tip of me inside her. This contact was exquisite, but she couldnt understand just how far she could take me. And then carefully, using slight swivels of the hips, though I was barely inside, she reached for my hands and held them in front of her, and I instinctively realised she needed me to brace her, that she was using me for support. And then, she found the ability to lower more slowly, gasping as I sank deeper. And though I wasnt completely inside yet, she started to move, playing with just the bit she had claimed, rising and lowering, feeling utter fullness as eventually she took all of it, as deeply as she could, her breasts heaving and her eyes closing.
Oh, the intensity of sensation, as I lay there, gripping her fingers so tightly. Bathed in warmth from the fire-place, I watched her close her eyes, as she concentrated, gripping my hands, eager to find a way to encompass me in full, yearning to feel me touch her in places deep inside, hungry to show me just how badly she wanted me, desperate to show me how much of a woman she could be. The feeling of her vagina moulding itself around me, as she shifted her hips back and forth, so slowly and delicately exploring the both of us.
Yes. This was no longer a situation of ‘You’ and ‘I’, it had become a case of ‘Us’. I could hear the soft keening voice issuing from her, could feel her shifting her weight carefully, feel her thighs tensing and ebbing as with every little motion, she could feel me getting deeper. I could hear why it was beckoning every nerve and fibre inside her, as she strained against me, felt her tidal desire through my fingers, and I responded, clenching, as her breaths betrayed just how she felt.
I could feel her labia stretched around me, slowly sliding back and forth, her hips controlling just how she moved, not yet ready to loose herself, just still exploring, still wanting to find a way to express herself with abandon, to be set free. And I was a willing conspirator, as my fingers ebbed and flowed with her pressure, revelling in the sensation of her exploration, hearing her moan, as I got ever closer to feeling her sink fully down, with a gasp. Every time she rose, our hands clenched ever tighter, and the blood sang in her thighs. And when she let gravity play its role and sank down a little further, our fingers relaxed.
We both knew where this was going. Nature always plays its role. But this was not just about fucking. This wasnt even about sex. This was about two naked human beings communicating. That’s the key. Communication. In the most vulnerable way. Myself inside her, myself laying there and feeling her tell me how much of a woman she desired to be.
Slowly, she let me brush her cervix, searching for her fornix. As her hips danced, and became emboldened. The wetter she became as I lay there, I felt her start to feel comfortable, as she pressed down deeper. I was so close to having her gasp as she felt me fill her utterly. With one deep utterance, she sank down, and felt me to the absolute hilt, as I couldnt help but gasp, and then giggle. I was as deep as I possibly could be. And she knew that. She’d managed to succeed. And now the dance began, in earnest, finally, as her shining skin raised goosebumps.
Her sighs became heavier and achingly clipped as we fell into a slow harmony of movement and touch. She delighted in feeling herself expand to take me, the sensations were both overwhelming and so very satisfying. And a slow and steady warmth was building inside her – a dull, sweet vacuum each time she pulled away, and a pressure so intense as she eased back down. Her thighs were quivering just a little, the tiniest beads of sweat lining her upper lip.
As her eyes finally found focus and locked on me, she realised that she had no idea if this was enough for me. But in truth, she was concentrating so intensely that she didn’t know what else she might do. Feeling more balanced, more able to bear the fullness of me, she brought my hands to her hips and then freed her own, as she ground, and swivelled, and yearned. And slowly, carefully, she leaned down to me, hands on the floor on either side of my head, letting her hair fall to the side, and her nipples grazed my chest as we continued this slow dance. Her mouth already open, burdened with a perpetual sigh, she almost imperceptibly brushed her lips over mine. I knew she wanted to kiss me fully, passionately if she could – but she could only truly focus on where we were joined below as it overtook all other senses. And she settled instead for the rasping feel of my cheek against hers as she lowered her head beside mine, and then shivered at the feel and sound of my breath in her ear.
I could feel her more at ease now, as she began to find her limits, with me inside of her. The light and soft touch of her breasts, fulsomely hanging and brushing against me, as her motion and her breathing made her gasps become louder and softly more insistent. I slowly embraced her with my hands, with reassurance and aching lust, as I dragged my hands from the small of her back and up to her shoulders, my arms wrapping her to me, pressing as she moved, holding her to me, as I turned my head a little and kissed her neck, softly at first, feeling the muscles in her back, hips and thighs, muscles tightening and then relaxing as she shifted back and forth with ease now, feeling me deep in her, her cunt so tight and wet, and confident now.
I breathed gently into her neck, as my kisses got harder, and more desperate, roving wetly, trying to give yet more sensation for her to feast upon, to add into the mix, as I could feel her heart pounding as she began to search for a rhythm that served us both, softly beginning to clench against me as her hips rose, softening and claiming me back into her, as if eager to show me just how welcome I had become, clenching just a little harder the next time I ebbed from her, as if she wanted to milk every oozing drop into her, wanting me with such hunger, content to just dance, for the moment.
I growled as my hands held her, palms circling her beautifully glistening skin, and my kisses became wilder, teeth grazing into her shoulder, my urgent breaths finding an edge as I felt her astride me, loosening and warming. I could feel the wet moist heat in her pelvis, as she ground against me, taking us both a few more steps down the path towards no return.
And, I began to whisper.
‘You’ve no fucking idea, just how this feels. No idea, just how good you make me feel…’, I gasped softly, feeling her tremble, and the cadence of her little moans, changing as she heard me say…
‘You fucking little dirty fuck, wrapping your cunt around me, sliding up and down, because you just cant fucking help yourself…’
I dragged my nails down her back, leaving welts and trails, as her desperate breathing betrayed the turmoil inside of her. Building such emotions, and desire as she moved a little more recklessly, feeling me penetrate her, and I could tell just how it made her feel. But she was in control, knowing that she was coaxing the man from me, bit by little bit, and understood just how the two of us were feeding each other, as the wet surreal intensity built, a relay of senses touching and clasping, mixing and aching.
My hands, gripping her hips tightly, as I tried to slow her down. Because she knew where we were going, and I didnt want this to end just yet.
‘Slooooowwllly’, I whispered, ‘…come to a stop, and find my place inside you…’, I ordered.
And in response, she whispered her own favourite word, this time.
‘Fuck…’
But she slowed, like a good girl, and softened her rhythm, slowly to a halt, as she gasped, and my hands kept hold of her.
‘Now fucking kiss me’, I whispered.
Our mouths quickly and eagerly found each other, gentle at first, then pure intent and passion allowed us to connect, smeared wet lips questioning, tongues, yet again, ebbing and flowing as our mouths and lips circled and sucked, expressing the thoughts of two lovers, my hands snaking and holding her head, fingers tightening into her hair, as I poured myself into her head, trying to show her just how she made me feel, as my beautiful stranger.
But my command to stop, seemed to throw her, confused her. She bit her lip as uncertainty momentarily scrambled her nerves, as her heart pounded, and the blood inside her sang its own song. But only until I had growled my next command and the filthy direction unravelled her, but the words I’d used had also struck a little familiarity and recognition, and she found herself melt around me, eager to oblige. We couldn’t be closer – she was still impaled, our bodies fused. But as we played our mouths hungrily against each other, I felt an even deeper and more urgent connection.
She brought her palm to the side of my face and ran her nails through the hair at my temple. The barely-there stubble of my cheeks and all this kissing had left her lips red and swollen, but it felt so good and satisfying and also real. And in that moment she was reminded of the unlikeliness of this meeting, and a shiver stole through her, zinging downing her arms and legs even as she felt the heat of me beneath her. And with wet kisses and nibbles, she let her mouth wander from mine, across my jawline, to my ear, where she played and teased, letting a hot breath coax a moan from me.
‘Turn me over, and let me feel you on top’, were all the words I needed to hear, to make the growl burn hotter.
And with a final nibble on my earlobe, she lifted her head up, to steal a glimpse of me. And I was so deliciously wicked, and my darkened gaze caused every muscle in her belly to clench, and clench hard, as she saw the intent in my eyes. She received one last kiss before I rolled us both, pinioning her hands above her head as I did so. And the sensation of me on top of her was utterly mesmerising, and she savoured the feeling of being weighted down.
She even tried to slowly grind her hips, but there’s little she could do. My free hand reached above her head, and she moaned as I slowly dragged my nails down her arm and across her breast, making ever tightening circles around one, eliciting a gasp from her when my fingers finally brushed against her stiffened and eager nipple.
The clock on her mantel seemed to tick slower, and ever slower, until it just seemed to hold its breath.
And our breaths, aching and suddenly vocal in the silence, save the crackling of the fire, seemed to dance in time in the flickering firelight, as I felt her melt beneath me, succumbing willingly to my touch and my deep presence. Our eyes, with pupils dilated and shining, touching in the way that only conspirators do, became locked once more. And shared such thoughts and desires. She could see into me, seeing the hunger I struggled to control, as I slowly restrained my hips to merely edge back and forth, infinitesimal friction so gently signalling my fucking animal desires, feeling her hips responding in time, as I watched her melting further and further, seeing her wanting me to show her just how I could let my inner self loose, knowing she wanted to see how I could unveil to a beautiful stranger. I could feel the tension of anticipation thrill through her hips, as she simply imagined how it could be.
What started as a stumbled upon situation, that became a conspiratorial sharing of sense, then developed into a trusting sharing of exploration had now become a soulful mix of essence. She lay beneath me, utterly naked. Utterly fucking vulnerable. She’d found both hunger and desires that surprised her, as she slipped me inside her, under her control, as I had lain there. Wanting to share, but not understanding quite why, just knowing she had needed to. With the gentle stranger that stumbled into her room and crossed her path, with warm eyes that shone, and a gentle soul that sparkled in those eyes.
Now, she needed to know why I was about to do what I wanted to do, and she melted further, trustingly, as she closed her eyes and arched, before wrapping her legs tighter around me. Beckoning and eager, she squeezed tighter and arched again. And all I could do, was growl softer…
…and then squeeze and roll her tight stiff nipple, between my hard fingers. Not like a frat-boy, as if it were something to explode, but as if it were a beacon, as if it were a clitoris, slow pressure building and ebbing and pulsing. She’d felt and built an understanding of how my cock behaved inside her, so I needed to build an understanding of how much I could pinch, so then I subsided, discovering how much I could twist, knowing when she tensed, it was just too much and then I subsided again…
…But I loved the notion that she was utterly vulnerable… and had placed herself there for me.
…and the firelight flickered. And I could feel the trembles as I rolled my mouth and took as much of her breast into it as I felt her clench. I so wanted to bite her, and mark her, and make her think I was out of control, as pressure built around that nipple.
…but…
It was a tease. I could have done it. Of course I wouldnt have. Not yet, anyway…
…because it’s always a dance, and this rhythm needed to end soon, for the both of us.
And she’d lost all sense of time and place, her world had narrowed to just myself and what pleasures we could draw from each other. Nothing – absolutely nothing – was in focus, save for our bodies, breath and voices. The party, the music, the fire… everything had dropped away.
That warm, deep pressure of me filling her was now so wonderfully familiar, her every instinct wanted to hold me there tightly. I could tell I was more than she’d ever experienced before, and she inwardly revelled in pride that her body could welcome me in, and claim me, and keep me. She still felt my heartbeat throbbing down there and arched upwards to match my gentle, insistent motion. And I sighed.
Her legs squeezed tighter around me, synchronised with my movement, just yet another response to my mouth and fingers as they teased and sweetly tormented her nipples. I could try to control this, but I couldnt, and I really didnt want to, for fear of ruining the mojo. She was entirely at my decisive will. Biting her lip, her keening was broken only by the occasional sharp intake of breath at my ability to find her limits, or when a moan rose aloud, and the digging of her nails into my skin as she urged me to her pleasurable undoing. And those sweet electric zings that radiated from her nipples were mirrored down below… and then she clenched around my cock as best that she could, and squeezed her legs a little tighter, as her desire became ever more tangible.
Her hands wanted to roam and explore me even more, massaging down the length of my back, feeling my strength and covering every hard angle and line. And then back again to my chest, tracing circles around my nipples as she awaited another turn to let her mouth explore my chest.
I’d managed to tilt her world, and my pleasure was intricately entwined within hers.
So I began to plant wet untidy kisses across her breasts, her shoulders and neck, hot hungry expressions of feverish desire, as my brain began to scream out demands for satisfaction, my blood beginning to sing louder and louder. A deep dark noise slowly issued from deep within, as my movement got faster, her aching sighs driving me on, as I shifted my weight so that the top of my thrust was gentler, her soaking wet labia filling the room with another glorious wave of female scent, just driving me fucking crazy.
My rhythm picked up, ever more urgent, as I slipped in and out of her with ease, her flesh so hot, soft, and just consumed in the moment, feeling her concentrating so hard on me. Wanting me to touch every inch of her, a carnal desperation for a physical sensation to quell the electricity building, and I could feel the random twinges bucking her hips as her pelvis began to lose control, joyously, as she revelled in the knowledge that soon she would be engulfed in pure waves of pleasure. I could almost see them coming, her tight lips straining and tightening, moans and gasps as she pressed herself against my slick wet flesh, imploring me not to stop, begging me not to.
My big hands, gripped her tighter, raising marks upon that beautiful skin, as my hips slid quicker and deeper, sharp muscles in my back and arms, standing out with every single thrust. Owning her utterly now, I shifted a little so my body was pinning her, my hot ragged breath loud against her neck, as my voice began to rise, as the final quickening signals betrayed just how this was beginning to start to end. I could almost feel a white glow growing as our energy began to mix and meld and dance, our desperate moans synchronised, a man and a woman, reduced to their essence, as mysterious chemicals were loosed and thrown into the intensity, such fucking purest desire and hunger, screaming to be fulfilled, crying out for a tipping point, desperate to fall.
Her plaintive desperate cries were buried into my shoulder, as she began to tense every single muscle in her body, in a final lascivious attempt to make me stop, make me explode, make me finally fuck her, and it merely goaded me on, such pleasure in knowing that she was so close to unravelling, seeing the ebb and flow turning into electric waves, as she let me inside her head, and trusted me to excite her, touch her, vulnerable and sexual, coy and yet daring, a shiver of unknowing anticipation, and yet still a trusting familiarity. Such an odd encounter, and yet… It felt so fucking good. So right. Just, sort of perfect.
The waves began to curl, as they prepared to come crashing down, and that glowing energy flared brighter and brighter, as I could feel the moment approaching. My balls began to drain, as they slapped wetly against her, those legs now vice-like in their grip and I knew she was going to beat me to the line, but not by much, as she breathed so deeply, for one final time, feeling the crazy random twitches flood through her, as that glow flared again. We had created that, almost a tangible emotion, and it was now time.
Oh sweet jesus…
The moment those waves curled and crashed, and my final cry rang out, as my cock pulsed over and over, delivering its message with urgent abandon, her heart stopped and her body arched into me, muscles tightening to maximise the waves of bliss. She cried out and dug her fingers into my back, clinging to me, hoping to drag me into this sweet oblivion with her. Her body clenched and squeezed around me, as she had felt me tightening into that final thrust.
But as her world slowly made sense again, she refocused on feeling the weight of me bearing into her, the feeling of my hot breath, the gasping sound of me around her. She was sated and happy, content to remain coupled for as long as possible, pinned to the floor and body still shuddering with waves of pleasure.
Most certainly strangers no more, she breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of us, of what we’d just accomplished. And nuzzling her face into my neck, she wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly and just held me there, as hearts pounded.
And then slowly, the tight rigid muscles in my thighs and hips, my arms and my back slowly began to breathe and soften, as the intensity of my final arch started to dissipate, as each wavering clench slowed to a warmer gentle grunt, as a soft and careless laugh crept into my breath, at the sheer joyousness of what we’d managed to achieve.
I carefully adjusted my positioning slightly, in order to feel her hot and slickened skin, flushed and sated, sticking to me, and turned my head a little as I felt more warm wet kisses rove gently over me, as I breathed her in deeply, heart rate almost as close to normal as it could be, my cock softening inside her, its duties performed. I could feel her thighs slowly moving and stroking me as her hands dragged back and forth across my back in appreciation, and wonder.
I arched, and rose a little, before shifting backwards, easing myself so slowly and tenderly from her, and then gazed down, seeing her eyes closed, and a beautiful little half-smile playing upon her scarlet lips, as she girlishly bit her bottom lip, just a little, with her skin glowing, breasts heaving a little more comfortably now, as she sighed deeply one final time, a murmur of utter contentment escaping from her. I reached down and traced dangerous gossamer light circles around her nipples again, achingly slowly, just needing to touch her, in our post-coital glow, as ‘Mad about The Boy’ softly floated into the night.
And then I reached down to lick that nipple, feeling her shiver. Felt her smile, even with my eyes closed. Kissed her warm salty flesh, before taking her into my greedy mouth, my very greedy mouth. And sucked that stiff little thing, as she moaned softly, and stretched her sated frame. And then achingly took as much of her into my mouth as I possibly could, gently sucking, flicking my tongue before pressing my teeth around that wonderful nipple, as another breath escaped from her, my teeth pressing harder, wanting to hear her gasp. And she did. And then I bit down harder, hearing that gasp change to a moan, change to a sharpness of breath, as my teeth began to hurt her skin, feeling her tense, and then the change of voice again as the sigh began a yelp, became a cry. And harder did I sink my teeth, as her nails dug in, and her breathing quickened deeper and deeper, and then I branded her, and released my mouth.
Gasping, she flicked open her eyes, wild and excited, her chest heaving, her nails still tight and eager upon my flesh. And I stared back into those wonderful eyes. As she searched for a reason for what I had just done, but I just smiled as she uttered a single word.
‘Fuck…’
And when her eyes closed, feeling the pain of what had just happened, mixed with the pleasure of what we had just
done, her nails relaxed, and I kissed her lips, and whispered into her ear.
‘Now you have a reminder. That you, belong, to me…’
And that was when she sighed with utter and complete contentment, as the firelight simply flickered, and the music drifted away…
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