He had taken her dancing and kept her in a near perpetual state of arousal all evening. It wasn’t just with his piercing blue eyes, that he had chosen for his humanoid form, or how gracefully he could control that body, and hers, on the dancing floor, but with his hands. All evening, unseen by anyone, he had been practically making love to her, as they had danced at “The Palace.” With those impossibly sensual hands, he could do things that no human could do. She was getting even wetter just thinking about how she was gently caressed, up and down her body and through her dress. Everywhere she come in contact with his body, he sent covert electric tingles across her skin. She moaned. She wanted him so badly. Not the rugged human-looking form he was able to take on, but, the real him, how he naturally was.
After hours of teasing, finally, he unzipped her dress and slipped it off, leaving her in just her panties, as he morphed off his own “clothing,” revealing a nude body that he conjured up to be aesthetically pleasing and sexually functional for her. It still amazed her, every time she saw him “undress.” His body was pure artistry itself. They were both still standing, her back to the bed, but she could feel the side of it against her legs. He continued to stroke his hands over hers and she returned the favor by running her hands over his chest, marble smooth, but warm, playing games with his nipples and his throat and his navel. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel and almost hear the purring thrum of his substance under this current façade. He closed on her, kissing her deeply, pouring into her mouth with each kiss, while his hands reached behind her to hold her buttocks. His finger sliding and melting into the cleft between them, moving slowly up and down, tantalizing her. She pulled away slightly, creating enough space to reach down towards that erect, throbbing member he formed just for her. She moved her hand further down his shaft, closing her fingers around him, stoking him slowly. It was so thick and long. She blushed knowing he created it to perfectly matched to her lustful desires.
He had an unmistakable glint in his eye, predatory, almost dangerous, but she trusted him completely. His lips traced the pulses, on her throat, sending tingles up to her ear and down between her legs. She felt nibbling on the top of her ear with sucking on her earlobe, as her breathing deepened. His mastery of various mouths was amazing.
He slipped his arms around her waist and took her free hand, guiding her in a slow waltz, using the beat of her heart as the rhythm. She arched against his fingers as they began boldly touching her through her panties, already damp with anticipation, and then moved passed her freshly shaving mound. They were caressing and exploring. Everything he did made her writhe with pleasure. His palms liquefied before vibrating around her groin. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head. She was rendered breathless and no amount of air in the world could have prevented it. He formed a pair of extra limb and with one slick motion he extended those arms and slipped her panties down and off, leaving nothing between them.
Wanting more, she led him to the bed, then stretched out on the blankets giving him an eye full of her naked form. His gaze become an almost tangible caress roving across her skin. As he joined her in bed, she began kissing him, hard, as desire roared through her, while he answered with his own. They crashed together in wild abandonment, driven to quench their mutual need. She found herself writhing underneath him as they devoured each other with frenzied, hungry kisses. She felt insubstantial, like her body was melting away. His lips and tongue working in harmony with hers. He knew how to “kiss” like no other. His hands roamed all over her, in her hair, tingling across her shoulder blades and tracing her spine. Her pulse jumped and everything was tingling.
She probed pass his lips, desperate to be even closer. He tilted his head, granting her greater access. Inside his mouth was slicker and warmer than the rest of him, as well as tasted sweet. His smooth tongue swirled around hers again and again, deepening the sensory experience, they were both being swallowed up in a turbulent kiss.
His hand went on the move again, squeezing her buttocks, again, and caressing her hips. She pressed into his touch, curling her legs around his while tightening her grip on his shoulders. He liquefied his back and lower body allowing her to plunge her fingers into his rippling back-side. Her skin hot under his fleshy front-side. He raked his fingernails lightly down her back. It tickled and stung, sending more delightful shivers down her spine.
Finally, he took her right nipple into his talented mouth. He nipped, suckled and licked at her delicate orbs, while kneading her breasts with his fingers, sending more jolts of electricity straight between her legs. His tongue and teeth flinging her to new heights, before moving to the other side while mumbling something cute about the left one being jealousy. She moaned and her fingers sank deeper and faster into his body, before she began moving her hands downward, greedily over this unexplored landscape, digging into the small of his back and buttocks, urging him toward his quarry.
He moaned softly and growled into her cheek, as he slipped effortlessly into her. His sounds were then replaced and drowned out by her even louder cries of pleasure, as the need within her was quenched again and again. They moved together as one, their bodies pitched in perfect harmony. The whole front of his pelvis was shifting, rippling and caressing against hers. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider, though it was unnecessary for him. Both inside and outside of her groin was a continuous, turbulence of flow, like a Jacuzzi jet against her nether regions. All the while, their lips fused in kiss after sweet, glorious kiss, until in an uncharacteristic feat of sexual gymnastics, she slung her legs over his shoulders and pinned his head between her ankles. Rocking back, he expelled a deep sigh of pleasure as he completely filled her inner walls, eliminating that last physical distance between them. She groaned and threw her head back, as her whole lower body was convulsing, in response to his sensory bombardment. She folded inwards, every atom of hers was shuddering in preparation of the inevitable. He extended himself around her and every last space and opening within her body. Aligning himself with her muscles and exciting her skin. The pressure sent every muscle, in her body, into delightful spasms, gasping and wiggling her fingers and toes in his substance.
She was shuddering, in the fallout of her latest orgasm, and for the first time, since their lovemaking began, she was able to study his face. His eyes were closed, but his face was radiating something akin to ecstasy, as his half parted lips gasped in astonished delight and she smiled warmly, happy to know she was able to give him back some of the blissful elation she herself was experiencing. Her body was slick with her sweat, as she wound herself even tighter around her lover, reveling in the uncomplicated pleasure of joyous sex.
His hips began the now familiar rocking motion, as he thrust into her again. She thought she had reached the limit of sensory endurance, but there was an urgency to his movements as he drove himself deep into her that had been absent from their previous coupling. She held onto him tightly, helping him seek his own release. She matched him, thrust for thrust, encouraging him with both her voice and body. The explosion, when it came, was violent in its intensity, shaking them both to the core. His deep groan rumbled though her with equal parts pain, relief and pleasure, as he emptied his passion into her. He clutched at her and she felt his entire body become soft and unstable. Her hands sank deeper into his back as his form lost cohesion. Pulling her hands away, as she felt him quiet and reach for his face, but was met with a melting, waxy substance that transformed to a golden amber fluid that bore only a passing resemblance to a humanoid.
She wasn’t worried though, she had learned that he needed recovery time. He completely collapsed on top of her, in his gelatinous state his form quivered between her breasts, with his member still piercing her deeply, twitching slightly against her inner walls and thighs. She reached up and kissed what was left of his temple, then slid her tongue down his jaw line and finally over what she thought was his thin lips. He purred with contentment as he splashed around her, having dissolved into his natural state, rest and regenerating, having exhausted himself while fulfilling their mutual needs and pleasures.
She laid there enjoying his pleasurable aftershocks caused by his undulations brushing her skin. Perspiration was shimmering on her flush face, while her heart hammered in her chest. She didn’t have a single nerve ending that wasn’t rejoicing. She could feel him slipping out of her vagina and was already missing the closeness. He had made love to her whole being. He spread himself out and oozed underneath her until he surrounded her body, holding her the best he could, in his current condition. She stretched out on her side, forming a kind of dam, just into time to block him from sliding off the mattress. “Not tonight, Sir, tonight we share this bed together,” she thought, before drifting off into blissful sleep.
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