I pull up to the curb in front of your house on a rainy fall evening. One of your tenants is sitting on the front porch, and his eyes study me curiously as I breeze through the gate leading to the back unit. I knock on your door and your pale blue eyes noticeably brighten when you open it to greet me. You envelop me in a hug and lean down to give me a warm, gentle kiss.
You pour me a glass of wine and I relax into a chair with my legs curled beneath me, a jungle of plants surrounding me. You’ve been promising to play the piano for me, so you sit down and page through a well-worn booklet of Bach pieces. You settle on a piece and begin to play. Your long, elegant fingers glide across the keys, and your face softens. The way your expressions change as you play is incredibly sexy, and I am drawn to the passion you exhibit toward your craft.
I am spellbound listening to you play, and a little disappointed when you stop. The disappointment doesn’t last long, as you pull me from the chair to your couch, wrapping your arms around me and entertaining me with your dry humor and tales about your eccentric family. As you talk, your hands begin to wander. I know that you are curious about what I have on underneath. It’s become a game of sorts between us, and I enjoy feeling you get excited as your hands brush lace, tracing the smoothness of my curves.
Soon your lips graze the arc of my elegant neck, raising goosebumps on my skin. I draw a long, slow breath and press into you. You leave a trail of kisses down, following the bow of my collarbone. My pulse quickens and I grasp your intricately tattooed biceps, silently begging for more, but you love to tease me.
I reach beneath your shirt and stroke your back, brushing my fingers across the little patch of hair at its base. I track the waistline of your jeans, tickling you softly. You let out a hushed moan, your warm breath sweeping the skin of my neck. I grip your ass and push my pelvis into yours, feeling you harden against me.
Your lips continue down the neckline of my sweater, following the swell of my breasts. Your hands slip beneath the soft garment, caressing my hips and sliding along my stomach up to my ribs. Your fingertips seek the lace of my bra, just barely grazing my nipples. I arch my back in response to your touch, my pussy becoming increasingly wet.
I reach to unbutton your jeans with my left hand, while my right hand combs through your perfectly tousled silver-grey hair. I reach into your pants to stroke your cock over your briefs and you groan. I untangle my limbs from yours and sit up to straddle you, grinding against your erection. You lift your hips to meet mine, gyrating in a slow, steady motion. You reach to undo my bra beneath my sweater, drawing the straps down my shoulders and pulling it off through one of my sleeves. My pendulous breasts are prominent, nipples protruding from beneath the fabric. You skim them with your thumbs, eliciting a sigh as I realize that I’ve been holding my breath.
I pull your shirt off and continue with a series of kisses and nibbles down your sides, pausing at the line of your briefs. I trace my tongue along the border, feeling your breath catch in your throat and your muscles tighten. I tug on your belt loops until your jeans slide down over your legs, a devilish grin on my face. I work my way back up your legs, biting gently at intervals. Finally, I reach the bulge of your cock beneath your underwear, pausing to look up at you and feel the hunger for my mouth radiating off your body. Slowly and deliberately, I kiss an orbit around your cock, noticing it jump in anticipation.
There is a patch of precum soaking through your briefs, and I extend my tongue to press lightly against it. You shudder, and I relish the power that I have over your pleasure. I pull back, torturing you with desire. A moment later, I peel your briefs down, releasing your cock. I brush my lips and tongue along your pelvis, gradually working closer and closer to your pubic bone. I use my hand to massage your balls, and run my tongue tortuously slow up the shaft of your cock, hesitating at the head with an almost imperceptible amount of pressure. You gasp as I slide my lips down over your head, swirling my tongue along the underside, all the way to the base.
I have all of you in my mouth, brushing my tongue back and forth against you. I ease my mouth back up, following with my hand rotating in a slow rhythm. I vary the pace, sweeping up over the top and back down steadily. Your legs twitch and your moans reach a frenzied height. You clutch my arms to pull me up before I can make you explode, then urge me to the bedroom, pinning me against the wall and kissing me with a smoldering heat. You strip me of my jeans, revealing thigh-high socks and a lace thong.
You slow down and slide your hand from my ass to the hollow of my hips, inching closer to my pussy and then backing away repeatedly. I am quivering and panting, longing for you to touch the tenderness between my legs. Your left hand is holding my wrists above my head when your right hand finally rests atop my panties. I am soaking wet at this point and reeling with lightheaded desire. When you pull my underwear to the side and begin to slowly stroke my clit, my knees begin to buckle. You hold me up, slipping a finger inside me and deftly beginning to push against the warm, velvet wetness of my pussy. I pull my sweater up over my head and you nuzzle my breasts, making me long for you to suck them. My areolae bloom large and dark from the center of each breast, crowned with erect nipples. You take one in your mouth as you continue to finger my pussy, drawing blissful moans.
I am eager for your tongue as you lay me down on the bed, but you make me wait. You kiss along the contour of my belly and down the crease where my thighs meet my abdomen. I am especially ticklish here and you know it. I try to stifle a laugh but cannot. In the dim light I can see you smiling, enjoying the reaction you evoke in me. You dip your head back down to my lips, gently taking first one, then the other in your mouth. Your tongue hovers over my pussy, tantalizing me. I try to squirm closer, but your hands are firmly on my hips, preventing me from pleasure any sooner than you will allow.
When you decide to proceed, the warmth of your tongue washes over my clit in long, slow strokes. My body is instantly electrified, muscles aching with desire. You shorten the strokes to barely perceptible motion. I am writhing in ecstasy, clutching your shoulder and trying not to make too much noise. My right hand rests on your face, caressing your stubbled cheek. My orgasm rises and crests like a wave, crashing down upon us. I can no longer stay quiet and cry out. You hold and press your tongue against my pussy, causing reverberations of energy to surge through my body.
I beg for you to fuck me, pulling you up to kiss you ardently, taking in the sweet, musky aftertaste on your lips. My legs are spread wide and ready, inviting you in eagerly. You push inside me gradually, testing my patience. My nails graze your back as I revel in the closeness of your body. I cover your neck and shoulders in kisses, pressing my nose against your cheek. You thrust inside me at a slow, steady rate, building the heat between us. A current of energy runs from your body to mine, vibrating around and through us. You move so that we are laying on our sides facing one another, legs intertwined, hips driving together.
We move again so that you are behind me. My hand drifts down to my clit and I begin to massage myself as you press into me. The rhythm builds to a frenetic pace, and another orgasm cascades over me. I exclaim rapturously, sparks crackling through the room. I can feel you inside me getting harder and harder. Your moans begin to sound more like growls, your hands gripping my arms as I push my ass back towards you. I can feel your cock pulsing as you climax, legs shaking. You exhale sharply, then relax, holding me close.
We lay there breathing heavily, a buzz hanging in the air. I can feel your heart pounding against my back, and you bring your hand up to cup my breast. Your house is chilly, so I tuck myself even closer to your warmth. Eventually our breathing slows and we drift off, me twitching in my sleep and you snoring softly. We are both profoundly satisfied.
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