A husky whisper leaves from his lips as she watches his every move, as he leans in close enough to touch and be touched. She watches as his palms glide along her bare inner thighs, parting open her with such agonizingly slow precision.
The air between them is tense, already perfumed by the glistening trail that coats her exposed lips. The tension makes it seem as if they are both animals. Their haunches coiled, bodies ready to snap forth and mercilessly devour each other in an instant.
They both know each other more than they had even thought possible. He had led them down this erotic path of indulgence. Patently guiding her, teaching her, to share her being in ways and with such an intense intimacy well pass a point she had previously feared to tread.
She likened her time with him to perfectly timed fireworks which illuminate the sky with explosive rainbows. He created colorful bursts, with and in her, that slowly faded and left beyond a quiet dark sky that left her feeling empty, that left her desperately searching even deeper within her to create more and brighter series of colors.
His talents were masterful. He knew when to escalate and when to hold back. More importantly, his skills created such a slow burn that it drew out her needy ache without so much as a touch.
A simple nod from him signals her to reach below. There is nothing but silence as she grips her aching lovebub and gives it a firm squeeze. A muted gasp escapes from her lungs breaking the stillness. Instantly, she can feel every vein throb with a new intensity and nerves awakening with renewed primal purpose.
A lone finger disappears between her folds, juices flowing, making the intrusion into your tight fiery tunnel embarrassingly effortless. Both their eyes immediately narrow and meet, as his finger moves and settles into the perfect rhythm. Her hand begins to mimic his speed and force against her clit. Unblinking she watches his nectar drenched finger explores deeper.
Seeing his free hand glide up past her stomach, her flesh tightens and rises, he cups her full breast, as his fingers begin teasing the taut points of her nipples.
She immediately licks her lips and witnesses a smile spread across his face for he knows what that lick means. He knows what she craves and that is to encircle the head of his stiff cock with her greedy tongue. To then seal over it with her lips and feel the pulse against that tongue.
But she also is also imagining what he is feeling right now, from his point of view, as he is causing countless nerves to be signalled into fire as he probes her insides. The electric tingles are continuously being summoned by his fingers, then rush to the hardened points of each of her nipples and blood to rush inside her to the blooming swollen bud of her clit. Fully engorged now, it is extra sensitive to the touch. Her spread lips releasing a steady wave of heat, rising higher, on his whim, at various times, as he changes speed and curls finger in different ways as if searching, probing, as if to discover something new.
“Faster.”
Just one word, one breathless command, as his finger begins pulsing harder. Her hand becomes a blur, pumping with greater force. Everything in her screams to go faster, to explode, yet she is afraid and wants it to last easing off instead at regular intervals.
He lays her back, wides her legs open still wider yet, opening more of her naked form, and putting it on full display. There is palpable heat of his body as it hovers over her making her feel small and causes a tingling of her skin. The light is reflecting off the clear delicious sheen of her flowing nectar and the scent of her sex is now constant, making her salviate, craving just a taste.
Sensing her hesitation he demands she keep pumping, to go faster, warning her that she better not stop, yet cautioning her had better find a way to hold out and not release until he
gives her the proper command.
Her hand answers this demand with rougher strokes, almost afraid to continue at this relentless pace, knowing there is only so much she can take before helplessly exploding, but she trust in his judgment and surrenders trusting in his control.
From his knees, between her legs, he studies her beautiful curves like a patient wolf surveying his claimed terrain. His eyes are intense, warming her skin to almost the point of burning.
“Taste.”
The word is only spoken once, a soft and almost conspiratory whisper, before her lips part. His eyes burn with primal lust as she takes his fingers into my mouth. Before the digits even make contact with her lips and thirsty tongue, she breathes him and her indelible nectar in.
Her slick, salty sweet essence, her desire manifested into a tangible form, dancing across her tongue and the taste is simply heavenly. Her lips seal around and savor her own juices, sucking and swirling around with her tongue, each finger is gently vibrating with her moans. She had tasted yourself countless times. In the beginning, she had been hesitant to taste the fingers that had just relentlessly pumped into her depths, but had since grown to see it as one of the most intimate things she could do, to know her taste, to trace his and her own fingerprints as if the tongue could memorize those specific loops and swirls that make up part of one’s identity.
Soon after, he entered her slowly determined to satisfy the lust pounding in his own veins. She wrapped her legs high on his torso taking him deeper and deeper. Her hands dug into the muscles of his rear, urging, begging him for more. His needs were equivalent to her’s, as he began driving himself into her with power and raw energy.
“Squeeze.”
He breath grazes her earlobe, a calescent faint breeze, as her grip on his cock tightened, contracting around the base of his member. A shudder overtakes her and she helplessly moans, muffled by the fingers that had shifted and placed purposely over her mouth.
He smiled, commanding her to continue gripping l like that, as he began to stroke fast once move. His fingers retract as he shifts positions once again. Claiming her hips with one hand and furiously massaging, without warning, her engorged bud with the other. She wants to scream at the sudden contact of flesh, but all that she was able to produce is a helpless whimper.
She lays there, helplessly pinned and teeters on the edge no return. She fights the urge to reach out and move his hand away, as his fingers move at a blurring pace pulsing on her epicenter of bliss, swollen and tender.
His cock dips between the slippery velvet folds to the hilt, to the wet fiery core, his thumb slips away from her throbbing bud as he pumps within her to his own ends.
Within moments he erupts, sending thick spurts of searing seed rocketing into her. She is lost in the moment, knowing nothing but the echo of his voice while he feels never but her depths clamping, yet still tighter, as he reaches complete release, throbbing and exploding over and over.
She can feel his throbs slowing below, his length raw and spent. They embrace, as feverish skin is pressed close, and they kiss with wild madness.
Still hungry with need she takes to worshipping his cock, attempting to breath live into his almost limp and weightless body, but the moment has passed.
They lie down together. He cradles her through in the comedown. With arms wrapped around her, as they lie in bed, a tangle of bare skin, limbs still trembling, the world has never been more still. Eyes closing, the calm stirring in his breath, inhaling and exhaling. The soft thunder of his heart beating against her ear. It’s an echolocation guiding her to where she always wants to remain.
He had led her once again to the crest of the summit. With an achingly slow build up where his hands were the conductor of their delicious symphony. His voice, so calm, yet full of an unmistakable authority. The proximity of their body and heat. The scent of her want saturating her lungs. Her inner flesh flexing around his fingers and cock as they pumped together. Everything work in perfect combination to rapid pulse of your tender bud except the one thing to make her each the apex;
“Now.”
Just the simple command was all it would have taken, but he preferred her neediness and she trusted his decisions. She accepted that he knows better than she in what she wants.
It had been such a long time since she had last allowed her to feel such bliss she preferred not to focus on the actual length of time. Though her body was weeping for more, she had never felt so close and intimate with anyone. Someday he would choose to reward her.
Just not yet.
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