In the room lit by a single candle, we lie on our sides, facing each other, our hands moving lightly over each others’ bodies… touching here and there. I run my hand through your hair and gently cup your cheek to bring your beautiful face closer to mine. Your eyes half-close as our parted lips meet. I taste your sweet breath mingling with mine, and I want more. The kiss become more and more intense as we lose ourselves in the sensations of touch and taste and scent. I feel the slightly rough softness of your tongue against mine. I want that feeling to never end…
The kiss breaks and we look wide-eyed at each other. The loss of contact is too much. I bury my face in your hair and neck and you moan softly as I suck and bite on your smooth flesh. My arms hold you tight against me, hands cupping and squeezing your perfect ass, and you hold me even more tightly as your nails lightly scratch my back. Your scent and heat are almost overwhelming.
I move around to the front of your neck and continue biting and sucking at your throat. One hand comes up to caress your breast, squeezing gently and pinching your nipple. You reach down between us and begin to lightly, even playfully stroke my cock with just your nails. The feeling is incredibly intense.
I leave a trail of gentle bite marks from your neck down to your chest. Sucking on one breast while kneading the other, my hand moves between your cheeks and I lightly stroke your lips and clit. You gasp and press my head closer to your breast; I take one of your nipples between my teeth and bite just hard enough to make you moan, “God, yes… yes…” and you grasp my cock in a tight grip as your nerves begin to fire off.
Your pussy is wetter and hotter than anything I’ve ever felt, and your clit is standing to attention under my massaging thumb. I can barely get two fingers inside you, and when I do, your breath stops just for a moment. I pause, then continue kissing down your body while my fingers work inside you. I can feel you shivering as I stop to admire your gorgeous pussy. I tell you that you’re delicious and perfect as I nibble the insides of your thighs, shiny and slick with sweat. I can smell your scent coming up in waves, and it’s the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever experienced. I slowly lower my head and kiss your clit, and you gasp again, harder.
I drink from your lips, licking and sucking and licking, my fingers deep inside you. You pull my head even closer, I can barely breathe and I love it. You’re writhing under my mouth as I suck your clit and fuck you with my tongue, making indescribable moans and squeaks and groans. Suddenly, your breath stops and your back arches and your hand claws at my scalp. My lips feel like they’re fused with yours; I never want to let you go, anything else I taste for the rest of my life can’t possibly compare.
You collapse, panting, running with sweat and very quietly laughing. I kiss my way back up your slick and overheated body until I reach your mouth… you grab me again and latch on with your own, savoring your own taste on my lips. You slowly catch your breath and say…
“My turn.”
You place a hand on my chest and gently push me over onto my back, kissing me as I fall. Your hand trails down over my chest and belly, then stops just short of my cock.
“You really are a terrible tease,” I mumble, your lips still pressed to mine. “What, you’re just now figuring this out?” you reply, grinning. “No, no, just making the observation.”
You snigger and bite my lower lip, then let go and bite my shoulder as your hand pounces on my cock, squeezing it tightly. My breath stops as you begin to kiss and nibble your way down my body, your free hand stroking my scalp. You alternately stroke and squeeze my cock, and it feel so fucking good that I have to ask you to stop.
“Something wrong?” you say from somewhere in the region of my navel. When I’m able to speak again, I say, “Not at all… just trying to prolong things a bit.”
Wrong thing to say, I realize too late as you grin wickedly, then engulf me. Your mouth is incredibly hot and wet; your soft tongue is doing things I can’t even imagine to the head and your hand is still rhythmically squeezing the shaft and stroking my balls.
“Stop… for a… second,” I gasp. “Mmm?” I reach down and squeeze your ass. You instantly get the hint and swing one leg up and over my head. Your tight little body is lying on top of me, with your perfect pussy just above my mouth. I can see you more clearly than ever, I can see the drops of wetness still on your swollen lips. I put my hands on your hips to pull you down to my mouth.
You raise your head just long enough to murmur “Oh my gods,” and grind your clit into my chin. I take a firmer grip on your ass and press you even harder to my face, while you slowly… excruciatingly slowly… take my cock all the way into your mouth. Gods, I want to come so much it hurts. Your hand grasps the base and squeezes tightly to keep me from coming. I want to, but not just yet. Not until I know you’re ready.
Your hips are bucking harder as I fuck you with my tongue, and you’re moaning and keening around my cock. Suddenly you raise your head and bite back a scream as your second orgasm rips up through you. It’s almost too much, I almost lose it, but the pressure of your hand keeps my own explosion at bay just long enough for me to regain control. Coming down, you collapse again on me, breathing heavily and kissing the head of my cock and brushing your beautiful, quivering pussy against my nose. Your scent fills my world.
I love it.
Your breathing slows and deepens as you go limp, lying on me.
“Not falling asleep, are ya?” I ask.
“Mmmmm… maybe.”
I grin and flick your clit with my tongue. You yelp and ram your wet, hot pussy back into my face and grab my still-hard cock in such a manner as to suggest that one more smartass comment will result in it being forcibly detached.
“You bastard, I’m so gonna get you for that.” “Oooh, big words from a little woman. Do your worst.”
You spin around and position yourself just barely above the head… and stay right there. I arch up to try to enter you, but your knees are clamped down on my hips, and I can’t move. I can’t reach. I struggle mightily and manage to raise myself an inch, but it’s no good; you just rise up with me. And you giggle.
“That’s just cruel,” I say. “Here I am, right at the gates of heaven, and you *refuse* me. Woe! Woe and heartbreak!” You laugh again and lower yourself just enough to wet the tip of my cock, then lift yourself clear once more, grinning at my agony.
“Uncle?”
“Argh. I can take more than that,” I say, with a barely audible whimper.
You snigger. “Yeah, OK, tough guy.” You press my cock flat against my belly and lower your pussy onto the underside, slowly, oh so slowly gliding along its length. As your clit contacts the head, we both jump and gasp.
“You realize that this hurts me as much as it does you,” you say in an unsteady voice. I’m past coherent speech and merely nod, my eyes rolled back. Then you do it again, sliding down and back up. Your juices are dripping out and covering me. I’ve never felt such incredible sensations before.
You slowly lean forward, hands on my shoulders, lips pressed to mine as you guide your pussy down over my throbbing cock, all the way to the base. You tighten and squeeze as we begin to move together. I can’t suppress a groan of pure pleasure.
“Kegels,” you murmur against my mouth, “are truly a girl’s best friend.” You squeeze again. It’s all I can do to keep from exploding into you then and there. I grab your ass in both hands and pull you closer against me, pressing your clit to my lower belly. You gasp again and arch your back, leaving your neck vulnerable.
I nip, just hard enough, at the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder. You squeak and respond in kind, biting and nibbling. One of my hands reaches up to the small of your back and presses you even harder against me while I drive harder and harder into you and your clit grinds against me. Your breath is coming faster again. Your juices are pouring out around me, hotter and wetter than anything I’ve ever felt, and you’re moaning, almost screaming, into my shoulder. It feels like we’re fused together from heat and pressure and lust. Suddenly, you stop and whisper…
“Please. Now.”
I lose my last vestige of self-control and erupt just as your third orgasm blasts through you. I feel like I could die from sheer sensory overload. You clench my shoulders with clawed hands and frantically grind back against my cock, sobbing into my mouth. “Oh god, oh my god…”
After what feels like a thousand years, we gradually return to our senses, utterly spent. You’re lying half on me and half off, one leg thrown across my belly. We’re running with sweat and your hair is soaked. I want this moment to never end, but it must. As we drift off to sleep, I console myself with the thought that we have tomorrow… and the next day… and the day after that…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/5sbsv7/all_for_you_mmf