Dark. Quiet. They met in the dark and had to keep quiet. He sensed her before feeling the mattress give as she crossed the bed. The side of his face received her heat, her breath a little ragged. He carefully reached out, hand stroking up her ribs as he took her weight and she lay over him.
Faces together they hungrily kissed, his hand behind her head, hers cupping his cheek. They tentatively breathed through the congress, not wanting to break the spell. She felt his hand descend her back, eliciting a shiver.
She arched as he ascended the slope of her behind, willing him to be able to reach her depths. She could feel his heat beneath them, his resolve firm, pulsing against her already – had he been waiting for her?
Under her he took her by the waist, pushed her upright and slunk between her knees akimbo, wriggling one and then the other shoulder, he needed to taste her, now. She released his face as he sidled lower, not being able to resist planting a firm kiss on her belly button on his way down, the skin softer and warmer. Nose nudging her open, tongue first tracing the left side of her crotch, then the right. Her grasp of his head tightened as she knew where he was heading as he returned to her centre.
She pulled him to her as he slipped onto her opening discovering her wetness and rising urgency as the tip of his tongue ran forward, feeling the firm clit beneath and his chin slided through. her fingers clawed at him, indicating a need he was hoping to unearth. Grasping her thighs to keep her linked to him he devoured her. He maintained the wetness and found a rhythm resonant with her involuntary hip shudders. He felt her calves tense, then her thighs, all in time with breathy sighs, trying for quiet. He was struggling for breath but there was no way he was going to lose this rhythm. He sensed her core stiffen, her hands loosen and her cries cease. He continued in silence, thrashing the stiffened clit up and down between his hardened curled tongue. All attempts to breathe ceased as he concentrated on her heady, elusive, exciting anatomy. And then it happened. She tensed and as she began to relax the torrent burst forth.
He felt it running up his chin, like she was melting into him. Running across his cheek as he heard her rising shriek. Her thighs were tight above his ears and he could feel her thighs tense and relax, tense again. Then came the shudder and she lurched forward. He took the opportunity to gulp air as he repositioned behind her. Grasping her saturated thighs he reapplied himself between them, holding her weakly struggling hips until he found his prize and she settled back into his busy mouth. The bed creaked as she rocked back into him, establishing a relentless rhythm. Her taste now saltier spurred his efforts on as she stifled her rising moans in the doona. She HAD to keep quiet. She wanted him to NOT stop. Her hips and knees however had enough and she slumped down panting.
She smiled as she felt him climb over her, his need heavy against her thigh, then bum as he lowered his lips to her ear whispering “that was spectacular” lips to her neck. She could sense her scent on him. Feeling impotent face-down she rolled over beneath him.
Their lips came together and her scent became her taste in their shared joining. her hands traveled up from his wait to cup his face, holding him to her, lowering across his thick shoulders, corded but smooth supporting his weight over her. His hand snaked beneath her shoulder, nails tickling her scalp, keeping her to him. Thinking they could not be more entwined he smiled as he felt her leg climb behind him, come to rest at the small of his back and test his planking hover above her.
She bounced him, he could feel her grin beneath his as she playfully rocked her hips left and right and jockeyed him into her warm opening. Involuntarily he gasped as he was drawn in, powerless in the face of this pleasure.
What made him think he could keep from moaning? He lowered himself into her, grinding together deep in the stoke, reveling in the feedback from his groin direct to the base of his skull, brain tingling. Almost a reflex their mouths separated as he buried his face in her neck – assailed by her heady perfume – musk and flowers – his moan was a tone seldom heard. He stilled before setting his knees languidly like a sprinter settling into the starting blocks, effortless but purposeful. She felt his resolve and thrilled at this, like he was swelling with that purpose. She loved that feeling of being consumed by his passion, a desirable objective and she submitted to it gladly.
END Pt ONE
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qde38d/sensational_part_1_mf_oral_wordy
So incredibly hot 🔥