Just a short story I am breaking into two themed segments. The second will be much longer than the first, and will have a lot more tags, as well. I hope you enjoy.
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I turn the corner, walking into the bedroom. The light from the dimmed lamps hits my eyes, and I take a moment to adjust, my gaze sweeping the room hungrily. And there I see you, standing at the window looking out, the summer dress you wore for our wedding clinging against you in the light breeze. Walking up behind you, slowly and carefully, I reach down to trail my fingertips up your hips as I kiss the spot where your throat and shoulder meet, nipping you playfully. I feel you start to turn, but before you can, I wrap you in my arms, holding you tight. My arms press just beneath the soft swell of your perfect breasts, and my next kiss and nip are just that little bit more tender and lustful at the same time.
Spinning you around, I quickly grab hold of your wrists, pinning your hands gently but firmly above your head. I lean in to kiss you on the lips this time, each brush of my lips or brief, playful stroke of my tongue against yours seems to be filled with my love and passion for you. I close my eyes temporarily, just enjoying being lost in the sensations running through my body, then open them, letting my eyes travel down your body. Your current pose makes your silky breasts ride even higher than normal, making them look even more firm and full than they normally do, and the rest of you seems even more taut and graceful than usual.
I lean in close to you, letting you feel the warmth of my breath brush across your ear as I whisper to you. “Tonight, my sweet, sexy princess,” I say, nuzzling you affectionately, “I am going to show you just how much I love you, just how much I want you, and just how much happiness you bring me.” I kiss you again, releasing your hands so that I can glide my fingertips along the inside of your arm, caressing you gently as I give you a look filled with deep caring and fierce desire. “I’m going to give you all of the pleasure that I can. And then, do you know what I am going to do, beautiful wife of mine?” I see you bite your lip a little, shaking your head as you look at me with wide eyes.
“Guess you’ll just have to find out when we get there,” I say with a chuckle as I hook my hands into the waist of your dress, pulling it up and off of you, and tossing it aside. Moving over to the bed, I sit on it, beckoning you with a wicked grin as I lean towards you subtly. When you approach, I reach behind you, unfastening your bra, and watch as it spills off of your smooth, satin skin, revealing your breasts to my eager gaze. Leaning in, I suck one full breast into my mouth, my teeth ever so delicately tracing the length of your nipple as it swells inside my mouth. I flick my tongue across it experimentally, and feel you twitch in response, so I suck harder.
Feeling you tremble in my arms a little bit, I take a moment to mentally acknowledge the overwhelming craving I have to be inside of you right now. I push it aside, however, wanting to focus on the joy of exploring your beautiful, sexy body, which even after all this time I have never tired of. Switching my mouth from one breast to the other, I reach a hand between your legs, cupping the mound of your pussy through the fabric of the lace silk panties I bought you the day before the wedding. Even through the layer of fabric, I can feel the heat and slickness of you as I softly but insistently grind the heel of my hand against you. I moan a bit, unable to contain myself, turned on even more.
Pulling you onto the bed, simultaneously lurching to my feet, I turn around to admire you as you collapse into the pile of pillows in the middle of the bed. Your hair is splayed out in a hundred different strands, framing your head like an amber halo. Your eyes, deep liquid chocolate pools that they are, look up into my blue eyes with a playful, mischievous glint in them. Clad only in your panties now, you look like the perfect combination of the sweet, charming girl next door, and the wanton slut that every man secretly fantasizes of finding, but so few ever do.
Smiling, I begin to kiss my way down your body, starting with your lips, and ending with your navel, all the while continuing to grind the heel of my hand against your hot, wet sex through the fabric of your panties. Only when I can smell you strongly in the air, my mind clouded by my passion for you and the need that fills me, do I slide down another foot, dragging my tongue along the crotch of your panties. Even though it is faint, I can taste you through the fabric, and a fresh shudder of uncontrollable hunger pulses inside of me as I anticipate what I am about to do.
Hooking my fingers underneath your panties, I slowly and teasingly pull them down your legs, loving the way they cling at the apex for just a moment before tugging free and revealing you to me at last. I breathe deeply, nuzzling against you, not in any hurry but just wanting to take my time savoring this, and letting my craving for you grow that much more intense. Using my nose to gently part your pussy lips, I inhale deeply, lost in the pleasure of that scent that is purely yours. As delicious a tease as this is, though, something more delicious still awaits me, and unable to contain myself any more, I thrust my tongue out between my lips.
I feel you shudder just a little as I lift my head, simultaneously using my nose to open your sweet peach that much wider and burying my tongue inside of your tight, wet, tasty hole so I can savor your flavor more directly. As always, my brain immediately clouds over, something about sharing this with you completely taking over my senses. I lick all around, experimenting with different spots, different levels of pressure, and different speeds to discover all of the things that yield the best reactions.
I feel your fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, an instinctive expression of need that makes me even more hungry for you as I brush my tongue along your clit, sucking it softly between my lips. Slowly, then more quickly, you begin to grind against me, losing yourself in the rhythm as I start to get a feel for what, specifically, you need right now to give you the most pleasure. This only fuels my lust, and my desire to taste you, that much more, and as I feel the first quiver of your orgasm beginning, I don’t let up at all, enjoying the feel of you bathing my face with your cum.
Deeply glad that I had finally managed to get you over some of your reticence about being eaten out a long time ago, I continue to lick, suck, kiss and nibble on your delicious pussy through two more climaxes, my arms locked around your hips like a pair of steel vices to keep your legs spread and your perfect pussy easily accessible to my eager mouth. When you convulse for the third time, giving me another spurt of fresh girl-juice across my tongue, I begin to slow my pace a little, then start kissing my way back up your body with the same slow, measured, attentive pace with which I had kissed my way down in the first place.
Feeling you relax, I fold you in my arms, stroking your hair tenderly as I pull you close, still able to smell and taste you and harder than I have ever been as a result of the night’s progression. Feeling your hand brush against me softly, I nip you playfully, my hand delicately stroking your inner thighs, my fingernails dragging ever so softly across your skin. “What about you,” you ask, a little confused, knowing as you do that I am generally unable to contain myself after having my tongue inside of you for that long. I just give you a grin that somehow simultaneously captures my deep, near-spiritual love for you and my much dirtier, much more primal passion.
“Well, I did promise you that there was something coming after that first part,” I say with my most evil smile and wink before pulling you into my arms again and giving you a deep, fiercely lustful kiss. “And if you are a very good girl, I promise that you will find out in a moment,” I say with a chuckle, seeing your eyes light up with awareness that you’ve somehow woken the delightfully dirty, playful side of my personality, and that you are likely to be the focal point of all that emotion and desire. Kissing you again, I let my hands continue to stray over your amazing body as I let my craving for you overflow.
To Be Continued in Part 2: Raunchy
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