She stood there, awkwardly shifting, trying to use her hands to cover up. She had never really just stood naked in front of anyone. All of her cellulite, stretch marks and imperfections on display. She kept her eyes cast down, finding it especially nerve racking because he was so beautiful, so perfect, and so clothed.
He stayed silent, not helping her confidence any. She was sure the look on his face was going to be disappointment. However, when she did gather the courage to glance up, she saw him, stroking himself. The fire in his eyes had only grown brighter, hotter. Her fidgetiness stilled.
With great purpose, he peeled off his clothes, making sure that he never broke eye contact with her. She wanted to ogle him, trace the lines of his body with her eyes, memorize every millimeter of his skin, but the intensity in his eyes let her know, she better not look away.
He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. Her heart was pounding so loud in her chest she was afraid it was going to burst her eardrums. She hoped he couldn’t feel the tremble in her hand.
He faced her, brushing his hand against her cheek, through her hair, grabbing a handful at the base of her skull. She inhaled sharply. He flashed a smile a second before crushing his lips to hers. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, again digging her nails in to his flesh, this time of his back.
He held her head firmly in place, kissing her, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. She could do nothing but acquiesce. Her doubts and fears had melted under the fire of his mouth.
He shifted them, causing the back of her knees to hit the edge of the bed. Her knees folded and she ended up in a seated position on the bed. She was absolutely sure that this had been his plan because he had let go of her hair a split second before she fell.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and the pushed her knees apart. She resisted at first but when the exquisiteness of the sight of him between her thighs fully hit her, she stopped fighting.
Fuck it, she thought as she allowed him to spread her legs wide for his access.
He kissed one thigh, teasing the other with a feather light touch. She could feel the desire and excitement start to pool in her core as his lips climbed up her inner thigh, closer and closer to her sex.
When he reached the summit of his journey, he brushed his tongue between her lips, tasting her lust. When he reached his prize, the sensitive bundle of nerves where carnal pleasures started, he enveloped it with his mouth, giving it a quick flick of his tongue.
She moaned his name, almost cumming at this first contact, she was so consumed with her want of him. She leaned back on one arm, burying her other hand in the midnight of his hair. She cleared her mind of all the errant thoughts crashing around so she could focus on her pleasure at his hands…and mouth.
He teased her slowly at first. Every moment, every sound he made, was deliberate. He wanted her build up to be savored. He wanted her to feel his desire for her.
He increased the pressure on her clit as he slid two fingers inside her. He hardened as felt her tightness. He was definitely going to enjoy this.
He synchronized the movements of his tongue with the motion of his hand. And like a maestro, his timing was perfect, his motions drawing the desired sounds from the instrument of her body. He masterfully drew a crescendo of pleasure from her. He could tell her finale was near as her moans grew louder, her breathes shorter, and her body started to quiver.
He intensified his movements, wanting to make sure it would be an orgasm she would never forget. She gasped his name as her body shattered into a million pieces of bliss. He quickly wrapped an arm around each leg, holding them in place and open as he drew every last note of satisfaction out of her with his tongue. She finally had to beg him to stop.
He sat back on his feet, letting out a pleased chuckle as she fell back against the bed, breathless. Her body felt as if it were floating in a warm bath. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so much contentment.
He stood, towering over her prone form. He positioned himself again between her knees. His erection resting on her pelvis. He bent over and kissed her on the lips.
“Good?” he asked.
“Life changing,” she sighed happily.
“Oh, you haven’t seen life changing yet,” he told her. “That was just the warm up.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ahbdew/the_first_affair_pt_2
Damn. This is really good!