Author: SlvrBrclts22

                                                               
She sat like a work of art, solely for me to admire. Glancing up as if my gaze had been a touch on her satin soft cheek, her eyes meet mine and a cat like smirk plays across her lips. She returns her attention to the phone in her delicate hand, as she raises her glass to those lips, sipping her wine. I see the pale pink ghost of a kiss on the crystal rim, I know the wine is sweet by the way she moves it across her tongue, savoring its tart, bright flavors. She’s already flushed from her first glass, skin glowing in the light pouring from the window overhead. Her eyes flicking to me every few seconds, inviting me to continue my study, I gladly accept with a rush of warmth that has nothing to do with wine, I take a step in her direction. From head to toe she is perfect, hair pinned up, only to bloom and cascade downward, drawing my eye to the silhouette of her neck. Drawing the lines of her with my eyes, wishing it was my fingertips, while knowing to hold back.
The blue shirt hugged her every line, displaying a flawless figure. Perched on her pedestal, like Venus emerged from the sea, a woman in her truest form, the attitude flowing from her posture gave every sense of her knowing her worth. Right leg crossed over the other, only served to accentuate faded denim so tight, it could have been painted on, not a ripple showed from hips to knee. Curves carved by a master carpenter, sanded to smooth perfection. Taking another step, I see the rise and fall of her breasts; I know the wine has taken hold of her inhibitions, her breath deeper and faster with each approaching step. I reach for her making contact with her shoulder, she is warm and tense. My hand tracing her from shoulder blade to hip, I want her closer. Spinning her toward me, I lift her leg from its position to spread her knees wide, making room for myself. The smirk returns as she sets down her phone, raising her glass to finish the golden liquid in her glass. Wasting no time on words, I pull her close, one hand at the small of her back, the other finding its way to the nape of her neck, finger tips nestled in her hair. She wraps her right leg around my left calf, drawing herself to the edge of the stool and squeezing my hips with her powerful thighs, drawing me into her control.
Leaning in, I move to satisfy my thirst for her lips. She closes her eyes, posed to meet my advance, I redirect to my true destination. Caressing her cheek with my own, I nip her ear going by, drawing from her a gasp of surprise that turns to wanting sigh of pleasure. The curve of her jaw is hot, I feel the pulse there quicken under my lips. She pressed against me, feeling my desire already aching for her. I draw her back with a firm hand, just enough to keep control. I want nothing more than to ravage her, feel her smooth heat against me. I know if I give her any freedom, that fantasy will be immediate reality. But I will not relinquish control; this will be on my terms.
Working my way, with teeth and tongue, down her neck to her shoulder, I take hold of the soft shirt in the small of her back, creating enough tension to force her to toss her head back, allowing me under her chin. The scent there is intoxicating, I feel like my chest might explode with excitement as I draw in her perfume. Releasing the fabric to bury both hands in her silken locks, guiding her mouth to mine, she came alive; the stasis I had managed to place her in was shattered by the lightning bolt of her lust. Her hands sprang to life, the left one taking hold of me shoulder, nails biting through the material of my shirt as her left ran through my hair. Her mouth hungrily devouring mine and she crushed me closer to her inner fire. We needed to move; she was gaining an advantage and would soon be the mistress of my desire with me helpless to stop her. I released her hair, sliding my hands under her firm thighs to lift her from her seat. She felt the motion and was quick to secure her grip on my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her ankles at the small of my back. She looked down at me, and I suddenly felt unsure about the amount of oxygen entering my lungs. I turned towards what I can only assume was the doorway, unable to tear my eyes away from the wild fire that raged in hers, every fiber in us thrumming with anticipation of what was to come.
She feels weightless as I come to the end of the bed, her closeness giving me the strength to hold her forever. I am almost reluctant as I let her tumble to the sheets, her breath coming in sweet little pants as she quickly tries to moved up the bed, twisting her hand in the fabric of my shirt as she beckons me to follow. I can barely resist, taking hold of her ankles, I drag her back to the edge as I move onto the bed, straddling her hips. Her hand still tangled in my shirt, she brings herself to eye level; I feel taught, wound like a spring as I crouch over her. She begins drawing me down to her luscious mouth; I deny her advance, placing my hand between her breasts to force her down. I twist a fistful of her shirt, exposing just a few centimeters of mid riff. Not relinquishing the pressure on her chest, I lean closer to inspect her supple waist. Supporting my weight on my left arm between her thighs, so close I can feel her muscles straining to make contact. I start by exploring the hem of her jeans with lights floating kisses and tracing tongue, slipping it just below the waistband right at the center. I feel her breath hitch in her throat, as she tries to rise again. Pushing her back into the sheets, I make my way across the mound of her abdomen, playfully biting, and teasing gradually pushing her shirt further and further up, until the barest shape of bra can be seen. Feather light contact along the edge of her ribs draws another gasp, nearly overpowering my control. I can feel a tightening somewhere beneath the fabric of my jeans. I start a game of connect the dots with her freckles, the tiny hairs on her waist standing up as she moans and writhes. Her hands in my hair, nails scrape across the nape of my neck, as she pushes and pulls all at once, conflicted, not wanting me to stop what I’m doing, while eager to take it further. Sliding the shirt up to expose a black bra, her exquisite breasts, full, supple, and inviting, I move up, slowly and firmly placing kisses along the line of her chest, following the strap as a guild up to her shoulder. I release the pressure on her chest, using that hand to tug the flimsy fabric out of the way. Breaking free of its prison, the creamy hillock of her breast, topped with a sleeping rosebud. I take possession of her sweet nipple, flicking my tongue around the edges, feeling the different textures, making ever tightening circles, until the bud blooms. A cry of ecstasy breaks free of her lips. More than satisfied at the first taste I dive back to her neck. Longing for that perfume, she has a different idea though, winning me over as she drags me to her mouth. I can feel thunder rolling through her as she arches into me, taking my lip between her teeth and biting down until I wince, moaning in surrender and pleasure. Both her hands rake my sides upward under my shirt, her left leg over my back pulling me in. I give one more order with my hand grabbing just below her last rib, pushing her back down and away she groans in disapproval but obeys, still fidgeting below me. Her shirt still bunched at her chest I search for the clasp of her bra, lucky it comes free in the front with a single movement from my fingers I open the clasp and freed her chest; both breast firm, flushed, full and erect, I use my hot tongue to taste her sweet skin from sternum to navel, retracing with a cool breath just to watch the tiny hairs stand once more. Hungrily tasting every inch of her chest careful to avoid her fully bloomed rosebuds, watching them reach forth far worth the restraint.
     Now amused, able to control her body’s reactions, back to her waist my tongue teases her hip bones popping the top button on those jeans and then unzipping in a fluid motion, freeing more skin to be explored. Her matching thong was the only thing that stood in my way. Leaning back and reaching to her sides I clutch the tight denim and slowly reveal the hidden curve from her waist to her thighs, from the ankles I free the smooth canvas from its restrictive prison. Taking but a moment to admire the goddess like figure, taking in every line, color and detail; I free fall hungrily between her thighs, I feel the heat on both my cheeks. I spread her knees high and wide revealing the sodden outline of her lips under a cotton tapestry masking my desire. I start at the left inner thigh nipping and tasting my way up to the soft spot I crave. With one deep exhale of hot breath, I nestle my nose in the fabric teasing and probing the sweet aroma. Her hands clinch the bed sheets, humming and somehow becoming tense and relaxed all at once. I quickly resend to the right thigh to replicate the same tease. Back to her waist, I pull on the waistband exposing my favorite spot, that soft valley between hip and thigh taking in every inch into my salivating mouth exhaling hot breath as to keep her skin alive. I want her to feel all that comes next. Pulling the troublesome cotton to the side, her flower now fully bloomed and glistening with anticipation I can’t help but momentarily lose myself in the raging fire within myself. I can’t help but lose all train of thought at the discovery of the delicious sight before me.
Kneeling down hovering millimeters away letting my breath cascade over her blossom I hear her take a final deep breath before I plunge my tongue from the bottom to top of her swollen petals to her excited seed. Her sex tasted like honey, warm and velvet like. Up and down savoring every sensation I breathe in deeply enjoying her heat careful not to disturb her seed now fully engorged, sensitive to every touch. She becomes more and more aroused, her honey flowing thicker as I begin sucking her flawless petals, pulling them away and letting them slip away from my lips. Exploring deep inside with my tongue the heat is astounding.
My nose now brushing playfully against her clit, she’s breathing in long deep gasps as I take her into my mouth all at once slowly working just the clit, curling my tongue around working firmly but quickly circling round and around. She moans aloud, her legs not able to stay in place; side to side I speed my deliberate tongue.  I can feel her coming close to that climax of the story written with my tongue. I work harder pressing completely against, alternating from side to side, up and down, my tongue working furiously. Her sex begins dripping from my chin as she begins her long and intense fall. Her hands wrapped in my hair pulling at whatever she can grab; unable to make a sound as her breath leaves her full chest. My mouth fills with her hot and silky ecstasy. Not letting any escape I continue to take her in my mouth, slowing down and letting her fall panting back to the sheets, savoring the sweet taste.
     Climbing back up to her eyes still engulfed in fire; grabbing my chin she commands, “Again,” but this time she takes control, sitting up she sheds the shirt, the remnants of her bra, and the useless panties. Now bare before me she runs her hand down the center of her chest, to her still swollen pussy as if she could entice me any further. Pushing me down upon the bed, she swings one leg over my chest and brings my last meal back into view. Still hungry I accept, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her forward back into my mouth. She is still wet and sensitive to the touch. Pressing herself down rocking back-and-forth she begins to work my tongue against herself in a deliberate fashion. I pull back and take a deep breath before burying my tongue inside, working in all directions as she rubs her clit against my lips. Seconds that seem like minuets go by and my lungs begin to burn but her movement tells me she’s close once more. My hands digging into the soft skin of her firm ass and now rake upward across her back, the pain sends her over the edge. Coming once more, she leans back the rest on her hands allowing me to take a breath, still rocking up and down on my tongue her movements become involuntary. The taste becomes wild as her thighs squeeze like a vice grip around my head one last time before she falls away. She stops her movement letting my tongue clean her slowly as her body shutters and quakes. After a few gasps of air she falls away to the side.
       Realizing I’m still dressed I begin to toss my shirt to the side while she gains her bearings, but the moment I go from my pants she once again takes control. Reaching over grabbing the front of my waist, she kisses my chest, her hands working slowly to the button of the fly, making sure to be as deliberate as possible. On her knees she pulls my jeans down just to show the base of my cock, she’s taunting my abdomen with her lips, working down just to tease what she can’t see. My arousal pressed tightly against the restrictive denim. With a final tug on my jeans, completing her reveal I burst free from underneath the elastic and instantly into her warm hands. Her tongue comes out to greet the tip of my cock, jumping in excitement as the hot breath lures it in further, Her bottom lip gently glides from base to tip before taking me in. The warmth is the first real sensation, then her tongue swirling over and under, up and down. She breathes deep before pressing down taking all of me, her lips tight against the shaft for a few moments. Her throat holds and releases, then repeats. Her hand now coming to help with a firm grip on the shaft while she sucks feverishly on the head heightening the sensitivity. I can see her luscious breasts floating there just asking to be caressed. I reach out and take the left in one hand; I feel her weight shift into my hand and now I want more.
      I take one last thrust into her mouth before pulling her up and rolling above. She grabs my shoulders and digs her nails in deep as I test her still dripping pussy with my throbbing wet cock. Rubbing the head up and down between her swollen lips, brushing against her clit she urges me in with her hips, trying to force me down with her legs. Cradling one leg in my arm just above her head, I enter hard and fast just to hold while she moans; her pussy swallows and hugs me from every side. One long thrust after that and another after, she begins to pant once more. Her face starting to flush, I start faster hearing the firm clap of our bodies colliding over and over. This excites me further still. With my free hand I clench her breast once more, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling with each thrust. Her eyes close and she bites her lip. I feel the legs begin to shake, her pussy pulsing now to contract around me, her nails deep in my sides; I groan as they rake forward once again. She reaches the pinnacle, her body flexes and her leg pushes against my arm, I lean all my weight down now forcefully ramming myself as deep and I can muster into her. Each thrust hitting its mark and she cries out letting me go and clutching to the sheets with one hand and the pillow with the other. She comes once more, this one sharper and more intense than the others. With one last shout of pleasure and a labored breath she quakes and begins to subside. I slow my motion and began to release her leg. Still moving slowly I feel I’ve become closer to the edge myself, breathing deep enjoying each thrust feeling the same sensation from shaft to tip, her legs wrapped around my ass now.
       Her eyes are half open, sweat beading on her forehead but I see the excitement, she knows I’m ready. Her hips start to work in circles, the heat within has become overwhelming. Still working up and down against her she clutches her own breasts toying with them to entice me. This pushes me further still, the pressure starts to build and I can feel my cock starting to pulse and preparation. Her legs now pulling me down harder and faster, I can’t hold back. My vision goes as I wrap my hands in the bed sheets for any extra leverage as I release inside her. The feeling of bliss is almost painful, tingling forms around my eyes, my back arches and lung cease to draw air. I fall upon her breathless and spent. I can feel my own warm fluids dripping out as my cock retreats from within. Caching my breath and feeling in my legs she stands; still bare with sweat gleaming from her perfect skin. She smiles and softly says “You have five minutes. I’m going to pour another glass and you better be ready to go again.” She turns and presents her perfect curves as she leaves the room. I laughed inside; I was more than ready for seconds…..