He’s finally here, and just as stunningly attractive as ever. He smells wonderful, and the energy in the room right now alone tells me I’m in for a much needed treat.
He inches closer and leans in to me, meeting my lips meekly. I slowly kiss back, separating briefly here and there, until we both again get comfortable with each other. His hands discretely begin to wander; they move from my cheek, down my neck, over my shoulders, to my waist, and back up again, cupping my breasts, gently squeezing here and there. My hands begin to wander as well; along the back of his neck to that extra soft patch of hair, down over his chest, along his sides, until finally, ever so slightly rubbing, pushing against his thick, growing cock- grabbing at it through his pants, the way I know he loves, as he pushes back into my palm.
His breathing begins to pick up, as does mine. I can feel our heartbeats beating steadily faster as we explore each other, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence and ease. I fall back onto the bed with him on top of me as we make out heavily, and begin to grind against each other in slow, momentous, powerful strides.
After some euphoric moments repeating these motions over and over, back and forth meditatively, the friction becomes too much to bear, and we pause briefly and feverishly remove as much clothing as we can as quickly as possible. That was all the warming up we’ll need for the rest of the night. Now the real fun begins.
I unzip my dress and pull it lightly over my head as he tosses off his shirt and starts unbuttoning and unzipping the front of his jeans. It doesn’t take long for me to snap off my cute little bra and slide off my panties leaving them strewn about somewhere on the floor. I watch him pull out that warm, hard, dripping cock I remember so well and I shudder with delight and anticipation.
He gets back on top of me, kissing me roughly and pinning my arms down. He moves down to my neck, kissing and licking further down until sucking on my soft, tender, nipples, making me purr and moan and squirm beneath him. Our hips pick up where they left off before, moving slowly, intensely, rubbing against each other, though now, there isn’t a single pesky article of clothing to get in the way, and I can feel the warmth of his skin as it rubs and caresses and passes divinely over mine. I can feel my body slowly warming and opening up to him. I’m getting impossibly wet and wanting. I can’t wait any longer. He feels amazing, and I am completely relaxed and at ease.
He gently presses himself into me. The restless anticipation reaches its breaking point and dissolves at last. A half gasp half whimper escapes me as he continues slowly now, in and then back out again, just like this. It is unimaginable. Vibrant shocks and rolling waves of ecstasy clash upon my mind’s now empty shores perfectly in tune with nature and with the universe and with him. He pushes my legs open wider, and they let him. I blossom only for him. He is beginning to pick up speed now and I am rendered completely breathless for one long ecstatic moment. I turn my head to the side and close my eyes, it’s almost too much at once. He meets me with a kiss, slow and heavy and hot; while I run my fingers through his soft dark curls.
We catch our breath for a moment, and then I flip over, slightly pushing my soft ass back to meet him; eager to feel him inside me again, aching for us to finish in this position, dying to finally be touched and be taken completely.
He positions himself behind me and I can feel his soft strong hands gliding up and down my body with supreme ease and understanding. They know me well, and they remember every square inch. He is teasing me a little now, just gently rubbing the tip of his cock against the full length of my warm, trembling pussy; and around again in circles until I can hardly stand another second without once more feeling him moving deep inside of me.
At last, he pushes himself little by little back in between my opened legs, as I whimper anxiously on all fours in front of him with my head down. I close my eyes and feel the warmth and shape of him slowly penetrate and fill my body with gentle shocks of pleasure. And it doesn’t take long for him to begin to move faster, and faster. He clashes into me as our pleading desperate moans and sighs and whispers fill the room and dance together in the boundless cacophonous intricacies of sound.
I’m breathing heavily now and so is he, his arms wrap around me and he clings to me as he feverishly pumps in and out of me almost in a trance of ecstatic fervor and divine bliss. I can feel the warmth of his breathing as it crashes in waves over my shivering neck and back.
And with his every shaking breath I can hear the deep and trembling gentle beauty of his sighs. They awaken something so deep inside me and I melt into the pillows with my soft, tight little ass still arching naturally upwards to meet him as I relinquish all control and I lie there paralyzed with pleasure, and moaning deeply and slowly. I’m getting closer. I can feel him getting closer too, and the sudden change of pitch in his voice confirms this observation.
He moves harder now, and deeper than before, pounding into me in magnificent powerful strides leaving me breathless and shaking, nearly pushing me completely over the edge. He goes faster, and faster, and faster until finally he buries the entirety of his throbbing cock inside me, pushing as deep as possible and holding it there as his arms enclose around me and his body tenses as I pulse and writhe into him as we climax in tandem. His breath pounds loudly in my ear, the warm gentle tenor of his voice in the final strokes quickly becomes too much to bear, and it delivers me sweetly, tenderly into such unimaginable closeness and bliss.
He collapses into me, and we remain, connected like this for some few moments in silence, still panting slightly and fully absorbing each other. I roll to my side and he envelops me from behind, still breathing softly and warm against the back of my neck. And we rest, nestled within each other, enamored in mutually vulnerable bliss. I can feel his heartbeat against my back.
Among tides of heavy, relaxing calm, there drifts here and there a subtle sensation or two that reminds me that though we’ve stopped moving he is still inside me, holding me, as I lie here open and helpless, sinking back on into his arms, waiting for him to make the next move. Enjoying every moment of it; every tingling anticipation of touch.
Eventually, he slowly slides out of me, and as I turn onto my back, he rests his tired head against my chest. I pet his hair as my breathing finally slows.
We remain like this for some time, nearly drifting off to sleep before he begins to stir and I look down to find him nibbling and beginning to suckle at my breast. I close my eyes and revel in the sensation, it’s one of my favorites. He licks and kisses slowly, softly, the way I like, and my left hand finds it’s way to the back of his head, pulling him closer, and my right dances it’s way over his shoulder down his side until it finds and gently wraps around his aching cock. He’s still a little sensitive but already I can feel him growing again, almost ready for yet another round of excitement, and he moans softly at my touch.
I can feel his warm, wet, perfect mouth slowly caressing and moving over my pink hardening nipples, pulling and nibbling at each ever so slightly before again lapping at and sucking them so intently as my wrist starts to move faster, changing strides every so often to keep him guessing, but more or less sticking to all his favorite movements. He moves up and passionately kisses my neck and all along my collarbone, as he starts breathing harder again.
His every gasp and murmur resonates within me like such sweet music. Just before he feels about ready to cum a second time, he moves my hand away and kisses me deeply, first on my lips. Then he moves down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and tongue flicks further down my body; back again over each breast, down the middle of my stomach, lower, lower, until he stops just below my navel, and I feel his lips return again on my inner thigh.
He moves slowly, delicately, working over the insides of my soft legs, each time venturing a little closer to where I desperately need him. Each time, spreading my legs further and further apart until finally, he surprises me, and I feel the warmth of his breath hovering dangerously over my swollen pussy. When I feel the smooth perfect wetness of his tongue first slide onto my clit, I can’t help but moan softly.
As he continues, moving up and down, side to side, slowly circling the most sensitive part of my body, I struggle to keep from squirming too much. My hips are bucking uncontrollably as my wandering hands find and caress his beautiful soft hair which now brushes ever so lightly against each of my thighs. Watching him devour me like this; seeing how much he enjoys it is indescribably euphoric and satisfying.
But What’s this? He meets my eyes for a brief moment as he moves his right hand from where it was wrapped around my leg, and brings it swiftly under his chin. I barely have time to anticipate his fingers before he plunges them deep inside me. I gasp as they enter and when they begin to gently move and twist and bend up and down within me, while my lover’s warm, thrashing tongue laps repeatedly over my clitoris now pulsing and filling with blood, I can hardly contain myself. I grasp desperately at the bedsheets with one hand while the other pushes his head down ever so slightly as my fingers brush through his hair.
I’m getting closer than ever now, and my legs instinctively tighten and try to close as my pussy becomes increasingly sensitive but he doesn’t let them close him out. He pries them back open, pinning them down as he continues on; lapping at me sweetly, occasionally applying the slightest amount of suction directly to my throbbing clitoris which nearly finishes me every time but not quite, until finally, his mouth presses against me just right, and I can’t hold back any longer.
My legs shake as the swell of my second orgasm ripples through my body and I tense up and then release in ecstatic disoriented calm. He moves back up the bed to meet my face, filling my mouth with his tongue still covered in my wetness and tasting of my swollen, needy pussy.
He kisses me softly and holds me until I’ve recuperated from the intensity of my last orgasm. I gently push him over onto his back as I climb on top of him, and then lean down to continue kissing him. I hover over him as he had done to me, making out heavily, as our hips once again set to grinding against each other; slowly; wonderfully. I kiss his neck and jawline tenderly but passionately.
How I love watching and hearing and feeling his reactions to every little movement of my hand or my tongue or my hips. There’s nothing quite like it. Knowing that I alone am responsible for that misty, primal, hungry look in his eyes, his aching uncontrollable moans and sighs, his tightening muscles and shaking hands, his powerful, exhausting orgasms spilling out in warm, glossy pools, dripping hotly over my stomach or my tits, or deep inside my pussy.
I move my mouth down along his body slowly, as he did to me, until I find the soft, dripping tip of his hard twitching cock. I start slowly, painfully gentle, tracing the softest slickest parts of my tongue over and around his head, teasing and enticing him with every touch. I move down and begin to lick the length of his cock from base to tip, up and down slowly, and I can hear his reaction, exciting me more.
A few more tongue flicks before I reach the top again, but this time I put just the tip in my mouth, and apply the slightest of pressure. When neither of us can take much more teasing, I finally take him almost entirely into my mouth, gagging a bit at first, but eventually I begin to warm up. His hand pushes my head down ever so deeper each time, occasionally letting me come up for air as he brushes my hair to the side.
Every so often I seal my lips and suck him harder and deeper than usual, holding for as long as I can stand. It takes him by surprise and he moans deeply, audibly as he nearly doubles over in such sensitive ecstasy. I can hear and feel him getting closer and closer, the heat of his impending orgasm rising hotter and hotter until he stops me and pulls me up close next to him.
He tastes himself on my lips while I finish the hand job I started earlier, only this time, his cock is still dripping, left wet and slick by my soft, warm, wandering mouth, so that my fingers glide frictionlessly up and down his shaft, slowly massaging at first but gradually picking up to a lightning pace.
He holds tightly onto me, eyes shut, breath shaky and erratic, moaning tenderly and uncontrollably, whispering my name, as his arms tense and release around me. He holds his breath for long moments at a time and then exhales and holds and then releases erratically as his orgasm steadily builds and my wrist flicks faster and faster around him. He buries his face over my shoulder into my neck and I feel the vibrations of those sexy final telltale sounds and the constriction and then release of every muscle that accompanies his climax.
I can feel his sticky cum pouring out into my hand and onto my stomach like warm egg yolks as he pants heavily on top of me. I hold his body close to mine, keeping him there with me. We’re in no hurry to move or to clean up. All I want in the world is to stay here, right here right now in this moment, pressed up against him, skin to skin, sinking into each other. I’d give anything to just lay here with him forever, basking in each other’s warmth.
Eventually we both catch our breath, he gets up off of me, and we clean ourselves up but neither of us bothers getting dressed. After my hair is finally brushed and all bodily fluids are accounted for, we tumble right back into bed, giggling and mumbling to each other, snuggling up close and warm under the blankets. I pet his hair and he pets mine, we share a few happy, loving glances into each other’s sparkling tired eyes and many more sweet, soft kisses until eventually, exhausted, we drift off to a long and restful sleep, cradled in each other’s arms.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mrxvtl/nsfw_my_first_smut_story_written_from_female_pov