Sensual Foreplay at the Cottage

The window was cracked open and the rain had started to come down hard and fast, the drops pinging off the roof, bathing the room in a rhythmic, heavenly quiver. A cool breeze whisps through the narrow opening of the window frame, chilling the room fiercely, perfuming the air with a lush, fresh aroma. Our exasperation from the week-long heat wave is finally finally being penetrated.

I lay in bed facing him. His eyes closed again. One of his hands resting inside my thigh, moving his finger tips subtly, letting me know he’s almost awake. His other hand lays on my face, softly thumbing between my cheekbone and my bottom lip. I remove one of my hands from his neck and down his chest and down to his boxers, the outside of my hand against his skin, snagging the waistband with the webbing of my thumb, gently downward, pulling them lower around both of his hips. They snag on his hardness and I carefully pull the waistband around, giving the head of his cock a nice graze with my palm as the fabric is released.He wiggles and moves his legs accordingly to slink them off, his hands not moving from my face and my thigh. I graze his cock with my hand. It’s very hard. I don’t grab it with my whole fist, instead I trace the ridge of the tip with my index finger, as softly as I can despite the shallow contractions already taking place inside me.

He groans softly and opens his eyes just a little. His runs his thumb past my lips and his index finger lands between them. They part slightly and he gently probes the opening, his finger tip pressing gently on my tongue. He’s staring at my mouth and I close my eyes and my lips around it. I crane my neck forward to guide his fingertip to the back of my warm, wet tongue, sucking it in so he can feel the back of my throat, swallowing the spit accumulating quickly. My hand is wrapped around his wrist, guiding it in and out so not too go too far, but enough pressure to make my mouth as wet as I can. My other hand has vacated the tip of his cock, down his shaft with the pads off each finger, and is cupped around his balls, my middle finger aquatinting itself with his taint, letting one ball fall to each side of my middle finger, my thumb and pinky holding them closer and rubbing them gently.

He removes his finger from my mouth and replaces it with his tongue with a tired yet eager moan. His runs his hand between the bedding and the side of my head, wrapping around my pony tail firmly. I pull on his tongue with my lips over and over. He pulls the ponytail holder off and lets it fall to the ground, entangling his fingers in my long, fragrant hair, taking a grip above the base of my neck. His hand formerly resting between my thighs grazes them softly, I open my hips to create some space for him to work. The lips of my pussy part easily, I am already wet. His fingertip gently probes around my the folds up my labia, circles my clit, moves in a firm downward motion over it and into my opening in one swift movement. He curls his finger, gripping my g-spot and tugs on it without exiting me. Slowly, deeply pulling it toward him, he is using his finger to ask me how bad I want him. I bring my knee to my waist to let him know that I want another finger and he glides it in intuitively, deeply, moving rhythmically, producing a sloshing noise, barely audible with the pelting rain getting louder, getting more and more wet.

On an out stroke he adds one more finger. There is pressure on my opening… three is a lot for my tightly little pussy. I cry out softly. He pulls out and uses his index and ring finger, starting from the base of my pussy to part my lower lips again, rubbing and pressing on my clit with his middle finger. I whine wistfully and opening my eyes to look at him feels like a labour in my peaked state of desire. His eyes are closed, his mouth is open and he appears in deep concentration as he continues to play with my clit like its a toy. I get his attention by taking his hand out from between my legs and hold it. “Doll…” I whimper and he opens his eyes lethargically to looks at me so I know he is listening. “I really want to suck your cock” I say with an exhale. There is a momentary lapse in his furrowed brow and his cheekbones draw back like he is preparing to give a speech. “ Good girl” he says.

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