I took a few moments, lying with my dress held together with just one button below my chest, bra under my heaving tits, my cunt spasming over and over as I crested the hard climax and descended from the heights of pleasure.
He kept his mouth pressed tight to me, and with the closeness and familiarity of a long relationship he knew to leave my hyper-sensitised clitoris alone now, but instead he sucked and lapped at my lips. He swallowed the wine, mingled with my creamy cummy juices, and still kept up the loving of my pussy.
My nipples were still tingling and erect, thimbles of hard flesh under my hands on each breast.
Gradually, I regained my composure and my breathing calmed down, the feeling of the blood pumping around my genitals fading away so that the out of body experience of the orgasm gave way to the reality of my boyfriend kissing my lady.
Sitting up, feeling him cling to my cunt as long as he could before I swung my legs together and sat forward, normally again, I took my glass and a long swallow of the warm red.
I gestured him to come around, so that he stood up and came to stand before me, my head to his chest height. Putting the glass to one side I undid his belt and yanked the zip down to unveil his loose briefs and the straining cock within. One good turn deserves another… so I wrestled his length, unyielding and unbending in it’s firm, hard, erect state, from its cage and without any preliminary took it within my mouth.
Usually I would tease, lick, take it deep without touching it and then seal my lips around it before drawing back.
With a mouth full of red wine, I simply took the tip, the foreskin rolled back but still covering most of the head so that just a peek of the shiny, pre-cum adorned gland was visible, between my lips, parting them as little as possible for fear of spluttering the wine out. Gripping it tight, kissing his pole, sucking gently whilst trying not to swallow, I engulfed more and more of him within my oral cavity, my tongue wiping the wine around it. The foreskin unrolled with my lips as I descended the gorgeous hardness and grasping the base with a hand, twisting my palm around it as I stroked up and down, I felt his hands on my long hair. His fingers ran through my hair and electrified me with the feeling against my scalp, then settled towards the back of my head and very gently but communicating without words his urgent need to thrust, to feel my mouth become a pussy, a loving tunnel for his tool.
As I came back off the length, pulling the foreskin partially back over his bell with my lips and lightly applied teeth, I played with my tongue on his opening, and I could feel the wine sloshing around his dick, into the foreskin and even into his japs eye as I teased my tongue across it.
As I twisted my hand in an enveloping cylinder of grasping pressure, and aroused his cock with my mouth, lips, tongue, I sensed from his frantic pressure on my hair his closeness to a climax.
I pulled him onto me with my hands on his arse and he took advantage of my indication of willingness, plunging deep into my mouth with a final grunt of abandon, the thick veiny vessel along the base of his cock swelling as he sprayed his seed into my wine filled mouth.
The white, thick globs must have mixed with that wine, but initially I felt them hitting my throat and the roof of my mouth with a warmth discernable even against the body temperature of my mouth and the wine I had been toying with for so long now.
We caught each others eyes and I swallowed, actually feeling the slightly thicker consistency of the liquid, confirmation of his satisfaction and ultimate arousal entering my belly along with the rich vineyard produce.
I wanted him inside me now…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/54y7tk/what_i_did_last_night_part_two_mforal
Goddamn, you really can paint a picture with words. Great story!