#revisit

gamesmachine:

Rachel announced that she was going to bed. I told her I would join her in a little while. After watching the evening news, I locked the doors for the night and turned off the lights. As I approached the hallway leading to our bedroom, a beam of light on the hallway carpet caught my eye and I wondered why she was still up.

When I walked into the hallway and peered into the bedroom, I saw Rachel taking off her clothes. I stopped to watch her. She had no idea I was there. Clad only in her white lacy bra and matching panties she walked to the full-length mirror and gazed at her own reflection. She turned this way and that way assessing her figure, then turned facing the mirror. Her hands went to the back of her bra, unclasped it and let the straps slip off her shoulders and arms allowing her full ripe breasts their freedom. She closed her eyes as if dreaming.

I walked up behind her, each of my hands reaching for and caressing a milky white orb, while pulling her back against my hairy chest. All my senses came alive with the feeling of her warm nearly naked body drawing up close to mine and the wonderful smell of her soft hair as my lips pressed repeatedly against the exposed and sensitive areas along her neck.

“MMMmmmm…” she purred. “My darling Jeff, this feels so very nice.”

Reaching backwards, her arms entwined around my neck, giving me free access to each luscious globe. My fingertips lightly brushed her nipples bringing them to full attention, my nimble fingers working their magic. The highly erotic sounds of her breathing became more laboured and punctuated by the deep animal moans of a woman becoming aroused. I felt her body lean heavily into mine and as her head rolled on my chest. My cock grew in my pants.

I knew Rachel and she loved what I was doing to her body, loved the sensations my manipulation of her nipples caused her body to feel, the direct line to her clit, the growing wetness between her legs, the anticipation of what was to come.

My lips brushed the sides of her sensitive neck, my hands never leaving her breasts. I knew my hot breath and hot lips set her neck on fire and I felt her legs began to weaken.

After agonisingly slow nipple play, I let one hand slowly slid down her side slipping into the waistband of her delicate matching white lacy panties until I felt the wetness between her legs. I couldn’t believe that a place so wet could still be the very centre of her fiery passions. It’s as if the damp warmth trapped within her luscious bush had been transformed into the heat and humidity of a jungle, with the hungering cat on the prowl being her wonderful pussy.

My finger dipped inside, then slowly upward to her clit. She gasped. I whispered softly into her ear, “Open your eyes, Beautiful, look into the mirror and watch yourself. I want you to see what I see as I bring you to orgasm. Leave your hands where they are around my neck and let me pleasure you.”

All she could see in the mirror was the bulge of my hand moving within the confines of her lacy white panties and her lovely full breasts heaving with each breath she took. I saw a hint of a smile on her beautiful face. She could also feel my fingers stroking up and down along her moistened vulva, causing it to swell and moisten even further with a glorious excitement. Those digits continued to rub their way through the soft brown curls and between her silken folds to collect more and more of her slippery lubrication while also mapping my way around her still unseen sex.

One hand moved back to her breasts and stimulated them, first one then the other, alternating with rhythm, pulling and pinching her nipples until they were on fire. She could feel the hardness of my erection pressed against her backside as I rubbed it against the soft material of her lacy panties that covered her heart shaped ass. Our gazes met in the mirror and locked. She saw my hooded eyes, saw lust on my face. Fingering her clit, I picked up speed and intensity. Her breathing became ragged and moans escaped her lips.

The delicate skin of her face, neck, and breasts, flushed bright pink with excitement as blood coursed throughout her incredibly lovely body. The same rich blood that engorged those exquisite pink nipples so they hardened beneath my touch also caused her delicate little clitoris to swell and throb against my other fingers with each beat of her heart.

“Do you see how beautiful and how exciting you are? Look at your nipples, my love. See how hard they are? Feel how hard your clitoris is? See how flushed you become when you’re excited? Do you see your face when you moan and whimper? All these things I see when we make love and they drive me insane with lust for you. I love to watch your face and know that I’m doing that to you, that I am the cause of your excitement, arousal and pleasure.”

She appraised her reflection in the mirror and ran her wet tongue along her bottom lip and smiled as she felt my cock jerk against her bottom.

It didn’t take much time or effort before my two middle fingers carefully slipped within the sensual velvety wetness of her vaginal entrance. Steady, gentle pressure soon eased them even further up into her feminine fissure, as a deep guttural groan marked her approval.

I applied a series of delicate kisses, beginning on her rounded shoulder and working my way up along a path towards her long and lovely neck. As my soft lips pressed against her bared throat I could feel the vibrations of her moaning being transmitted from deep within her gorgeous body. It took nearly all my mental skill and physical coordination to try to maintain the powerful electrical connection between her sensitive nipples and clitoris.

My use of gentle fingertip pressure in a continuing circular motion around each of these nerve-packed little pleasure buds was arousing both of us. Luckily, I could break up the physical repetition of my magic fingers by occasionally pinching one of the pink nipples lightly or dipping a digit or two or even three deep into her now-seething cauldron of carnal delight.

Like Alice in Wonderland, she seemed to be lost within the reflected world of the looking glass, watching the detached female body of my princess in her mirror as she allowed the man behind her to bring her pleasure.

Her luscious hips began to gently sway and gyrate. I couldn’t tell whether she was helping to direct my probing fingertips ever deeper inside her love canal to find her hidden G-spot, or if she was just revelling in the wonderful feeling of my rock hard cock rubbing back and forth across the lovely curves of those panty-covered butt cheeks, or perhaps both.

“Your cock’s so hard against me,” she said. “I want to feel it inside me. Fuck me. Please, please fuck me now!”

“No, my Darling, not yet, not until you come. Open your eyes, my love, and watch your face as you go over the edge. It’s so beautiful when you orgasm, your mouth open, panting, your body going rigid and shaking with each contraction of your climax. I want you to see how beautiful you are. I want you to see what I see when you come. I want you to see yourself whimper and scream as you pass over into that land of no return. Only then will I fuck you.”

I began to plunge my fingers in and out of her vaginal entrance, causing her pussy to go into a sexual spasm. I could feel those intense muscular contractions ripple through her belly as the velvety wet walls squeezed down along the length of my invading fingers.

“Ohhhhhh, Baby… fuck me with your fingers!”

Responding to her passionate command, I redoubled my effort to bring her tight little pussy past the boiling point by speeding my deep thrusts.

Looking deep into the mirror, she was now able to view the exquisite reflection of her own physical reaction during this especially intense orgasm. She saw for herself how her gorgeous figure was writhing uncontrollably within my grasp as it tried to maintain the pleasuring contact between her pussy and my hand. The heaving of those magnificently formed breasts as she took in great breaths of air between the many deep moans and whimpers of relief.

That light sheen of sweat which coated her supple flushed skin attested to the difficulty of this sexual struggle and the heated reward that’s was being generated within.

“Yesssssssssssss… Mmmmmmmmmmm, yesssssssssssssss… Fuck me! Fuck me!” she panted.

Then she looked closely and noticed how the powerful undulations of her lower abdomen seemed to coincide with the urge to bear down on my fingers. Her eyes closed.

“Go ahead, Baby, give into it,” I whispered, “Let go, but open your eyes and watch yourself.”

She did, screaming. Over the edge she went as those familiar and intense waves of passion come crashing down over her body like mighty surf on some rocky shore. The dam finally burst on this, her initial orgasm; it literally flooded her sweet pussy with several gushes of warm juice that soaked my hand right up to the wrist.

Her screams of exquisite release only fuelled my actions as I continued to quickly plunge my fingers in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit, causing a series of rapid-fire climaxes that left rivulets of overflowing wetness running down her smooth inner thighs.

She became weak in the knees and nearly fainted into my grasp. Lifting her body into my arms, I easily carried her limp and seemingly unconscious form across the room to the comfort of our bed. I looked down at the petite angel that seemed to be dozing within my caring arms and lay her onto the perfectly made up mattress and pillows like she was a real life Sleeping Beauty. She seemed so peaceful and content. I awakened her with a tender kiss. Slowly, her eyes opened and a faint, approving smile came across her lovely face.

“Ohhhh, that was so wonderful, Honey.”

“No,” I corrected “YOU were so wonderful.”

gamesmachine:

Anticipation…
The doorbell rings; its peculiar abrupt crack travels like a jolt down my spine and floods my pussy with tingling wet pleasure. I walk towards the door and I feel the first layer shrouding the undertones of our relationship being peeled away.

Acknowledging to myself that I am looking forward to this encounter; admitting that my mind just screamed the word “pussy” with thoughts of you, of what your touch might entail causing the tingles down there. This in itself is a violation. Or perhaps a revelation; we are more. The more that is now about to be uncloaked.

I feel a thrill….like that of an artist. Revealing to the world at large his art; a sculpture cloaked with a white cloth; the folds of it shrouding the eroticism of the couple locked in a furtive embrace, with identical looks of passionate rapture barely concealed in their closed eyes and open mouths. It is scandalous; like a private moment put out for public display. The eroticism of the situation is palpable. The impersonal eyes devouring the personal ecstasy of two lovers, and the pride of the sculptor who stands there uncloaking the moment with a flourish; owning the moment and its eroticism, owning each and every reaction of the audience. The inescapable thrill…it is that which courses through my veins as slowly, at last, I open the door.

You stand there looking at me. One look at my face and you know something is different; even ominously so. It has always been like this. Words are often an unnecessary encumbrance when it comes to us. We have shared so much. In innocuous touches, barely whispered sighs, in looks across a crowded room where we needed no language but our innate knowledge of the very being of the other.

It used to freak us out often enough; that connection. How could I know without you saying a word, most everything that you felt? How could you know without me ever telling you, my thoughts and innermost desires? How could we share our vulnerabilities, without ever doubting the others strength? We always could. Perhaps, that is why we have been best friends for so long.

Rather, the time period be damned; through so much. We have helped each other shape our values, our ambitions, our emotions, our capacities, our strengths…our very identities. Without ever questioning why it was that matters of such deep regard were a staple for us? Without ever wondering….are we different from other couples, who perhaps do the same for each other but so seldom it is that it happens with such directness, such intensity, such deep awareness of the fact that whatever else it might be; it is not common?

Have we ever wondered if it isn’t just uncommon; but perhaps even special? We are best friends…but could it be that perhaps because of lack of existing vocabulary…we never ventured to ask ourselves; are we more? Not best friends, not lovers, not soul mates…each of these is too defining. MORE.

I shudder…as yet another layer is peeled off…getting us closer to what might be the more of us. I know this…for with that one look at my face, with the subtle contracting of my facial muscles…my eyes narrowing, my face lifting, my gaze intent upon yours….you know too that I have crossed that line. The questions have been asked. There’s no going back.

I hold you by your hand. The hot crackling energy rippling in between our palms no longer even surprising us…I lead you on into my room. There are no words spoken. Not yet. We still are absorbing the implications of venturing down this path. We could be more…but if we’re not….who would we be? Would we still be friends? Yet we know….we have to follow this lure to its ultimate conclusion; whatever that might be.

As you stand looking at me, I move in closer. I am standing right in front of you. So close that the whites of your eyes are blurred. I can’t look in to your eyes any more. My breathing is rapid, yet not shallow. I lift my hand and place it gently….my fingers brushing your shirt covered collarbone. Why did I never realise the tips of my fingers are an erogenous zone?

I can feel your heart beat steadily beneath my hand. I am scared…I am losing our connection in the uncertainty of this moment. For the life of me I cannot tell what you are feeling. Could it be anywhere close to this earthshaking sense of impending explosion? Like the world is tilting on its axis…the depths of it rumbling…gearing to explode to the surface? I dare to look up into your blue eyes. God, did you ever look so intense…like the magnitude of this moment is compressed into your gaze? Slowly it lowers to my quivering lips.

In a random flight of thought I suddenly smile…thinking how ridiculously dramatic it is to be feeling this way! Lips aquiver? Really? I sound like the protagonist of the latest Judith McNaught historical! You smile back. You got the joke. It is as if the humour brought back to life what we share…the comfort of being best friends and the knowledge that it cannot go wrong.

My heart stopped, my gut clenched, every nerve in my body taught as a pulled string; your lips descend on mine. And just stay like that…for a moment stretched into eternity. Then…I feel our lips move. Slowly…so softly…but with just purpose. Your tongue sweeps out to meet my lip. The wetness of you, the softness of your lips against mine, I open my mouth to take you in. It is like tasting heaven. So familiar…that I wonder if we haven’t done this before.

Our tongues slide against each other, the suckling pressure of mouth on mouth, the slippery pleasure of lips against lips, the scrape of your teeth…and then you shift into over drive. The pressure is no longer gentle. Our tongues dance together in erotic tandem….broken sighs escape and are swallowed. You pull me in even closer. Your hand is sliding down my side, setting my ribcage on fire. You grab my bottom and thrust against me; almost lifting me onto you. The grinding pressure of your hardness rubbing against my clit…I feel like a slippery mess down there. No longer even aware of my distinct anatomy…I am on fire. The gentleness of your touch, the restraint in your grip, the almost involuntary movement of your pelvis; all in such sharp contrast with each other.

I don’t know whether we are animal in our lovemaking or gentle as an old married couple. You stop kissing me and hug me close. Your lips wet and cold against my nape…your breath erratic and warm. You squeeze me tight…and slowly we float down to earth. We stay like that for a minute simply absorbing what has just happened. Apparently…that was a kiss.

I sigh deeply and move away. We are still touching but not quite.

I look at you and ask, “Let me undress you.”

“Why?”

I roll my eyes at this doltish question and you sheepishly smile.

“Well, I know why…but, er…are you sure?”

“No, I’m not. But I’ve got to do this anyway.”

You nod, imperceptibly. I move in closer. Just standing there.

My hand lifts of its own accord; my fingers grazing your jaw line… revelling in the roughness of your overgrown stubble. God, I love it so. My thumb moves up lightly touching your cheekbone…finger on your temple. I lean in. I can’t help myself.

I lightly suckle your jaw…rubbing my lips against the hair, I bite for good measure. I leave light kisses over your closed eyes…your brow. I love the softness of your temple….I kiss you just at the corner of your mouth…never touching your lips, but the promise, the yearning in those kisses is not lost on either of us.

I unbutton your shirt…just the first two buttons. I want to open more but the expanse of your hair sprinkled chest uncovered by my ministrations leaves me breathless. I have got to taste you…to feel the texture of you rough against my tongue…the now unsteady thrumming of your pulse against my palate. My tongue tangles in your hair; I roll it around to tug gently on them. I can feel you squirm as I do that…your hands steadily caressing my back with a firm pressure, as if soothing me. I plant wet kisses on you…gently sucking. I can’t stop.

One hand roving on your shirt covered side; God, I love the hard feel of you beneath the soft cotton; I unbutton two more with the other. Your laboured sighs ringing in my ears drive me wild; knowing that it’s no longer a choice. Even for you. You won’t stop me anymore. The doubts may come later; perhaps even the guilt…but for now you are helpless under my sensory assault.

Am I exalting in this power I have? I think I am, but I am also revelling in the pleasure I know I am bringing you. It is me and no one else who can make you lose your head; forfeit control. You are mine.

The tiny goose bumps erupting over you lead me like a sirens song to your aching nipples. They are so small…tiny, flat. So different from mine; all puffed up and eager for you to taste them. Must yours want me to taste them as well? With a sweep of my tongue I decide to find out.

The first flick makes you jump in surprise. As I lose my tentativeness and suck on you forcefully, taking your teat into my mouth, a strangled cry escapes you. I create a vacuum with my mouth…keeping it from slipping and flick the tip of your nipple repeatedly. The tiny nub is beaded and hard under my tongue. You involuntarily moan. Your fingers are in my hair now…my curly tresses tangling in your hands. You hold me in place as if you can’t stand the thought of me stopping this assault. Our moans have mingled as one.

It’s a heady delight. Making you moan. Aren’t you always the one keeping your emotions under lock and key? Never an involuntary sentiment slips out of you. Now, here you are, thrusting against me; your tilted pelvis rising and falling in erotic invitation. An invitation I cannot possibly resist.

My hands snake around your wrists, holding them apart. I kiss the inside your wrist. Wet lips still against the throbbing pulse. I continue to kiss along the inside of your forearm; my head snuggling in your gentle hands. Dear God, I could cum right now!

My fevered kisses trail along your chest. Creeping down; wet smacks, deep sighs, tortured moans, the salty taste of your skin, the hair chafing my chin. My hands encounter the barricade that is your boxers. Your one hand is massaging my nape, the other still soothing my back, the strokes in keeping with your deep breaths. All my extremities are tingling; literally tingling. My fingertips, my toes, my ears… My lips are sensitive to my own breath. As my hand slips under the waistband of your boxer shorts, I encounter your briefs.

I smile to myself. I have never understood why you have to wear both! Ah well, I wonder how many best friends are even privy to the fact to have thought about something so random. Heck, what am I doing thinking these thoughts now? I take a peek.

My first impression is of the warmth that’s radiating from you. It’s a musty, musky heat. It tickles my nose and I breathe in deep. Ah, that has to be added to my list of favourite scents now; the scent of you. Aroused; hot.

I kiss your briefs moulding your manhood. The clear outline leaving me breathless! I love those briefs! The feel of you twitching against my lips makes me pull them down. It looks funny, is my first thought. Waving at me like it is; swaying towards me as if begging me to touch it. Kiss it. Wrap the silky wetness of my mouth around it and suckle like a hungry baby; no; a woman hungry for the taste of her man. My man. Did I just think that? I did. Oh, this isn’t funny. It couldn’t be farther from funny.

My breath caressing the hardness of you, I can’t make myself envelope it in my mouth. The glistening tip peeking through your foreskin is mighty tempting…but not temptation enough.

You have been silent too long; passive too long. I need you to demand from me, seek from me; not allow. I move back and look up at you. I’m on my knees; but the look you give me lets me know that the power is mine.

“Offer yourself to me.”

You struggle to get out of this erotic trance.

“What?”

“Offer yourself to me.”

You look down at me kneeling in front of you. I am flushed, hot; a slight dampness glistening on my skin under the lamplight. My hair is tousled, wild. My eyes are too bright. My breathing is shallow. And I am still as a statue.

“Please”, you say.

“Please what? What do you want from me?”

“You know”

“No, I need you to tell me. I need to know you want this. I need to know I am not alone in this.”

“I want you to take me in your mouth, suck on me. Suck my cock. Please!”

I give you a challenging look, “Make me.”

You know I need this. You know I need you to assert yourself. I need you to tell me you’re mine for the taking. With a ghost of a smile flitting across your lips you slowly move forward.

Your one hand in my hair again, with the other you put your cock right under my nose. I don’t open my mouth. You wave it around…caressing my lips with it. You trail the length of it against my face…the velvety smooth hardness of it against my cheek, my brow, my eyes. I almost break. You trail it down my neck.

Now you are unbuttoning my shirt…your fingertips rough against my skin, your touch gentle. You reach your hand under my shirt and caress my heavy breast. I worry if you think they are too big; the swinging pendulous orbs. You can barely cover half my boob with one hand, as you slowly knead its soft contours.

I can’t help but shudder as your fingers brush my nipples. The chocolaty darkness around them is tightly puckered up, pushing the nipples out. They are hard nubs, puffy and pink, distended more than half an inch. As your fingers rub against them I feel a sweet pleasurable pain tingling straight to mu sopping wet pussy.

My shirt comes off and I am bare to your gaze. I close my eyes. I don’t want to know how it hits you when you realise you are staring at the nakedness of your best friend; bosom buddies indeed. I don’t want to see the realisation dawn in your eyes that perhaps we are going too far. I don’t want you to not want me.

You take in my voluptuous beauty. Knowing it is for you; knowing that I am yours just as sure as you are mine. I am still not moving but for the heaving of my breasts, the tremor in my lips, the fluttering of my closed eyelids. A drop of precum leaks from the tip of your penis dangling precariously for a second before it dribbles on to my bare nipple.

I open my eyes. Where your wetness touched me, I burn. The want in your gaze is unmistakable. I look upon enthralled as your hand moves slowly to your now throbbing cock. It wants me. You want me. I take in a shuddering breath. The vision of your roiugh skinned hand moving across the glistening reddish purple tip of your manhood sliding slowly to the base of it and clenching into a fist, prominently displaying your offering, is just too much for me.

My pussy is gushing at this erotic sight. I am so wet that I wouldn’t know the difference if I came. There is a keening ache in my depths; my pussy lips are tingling, my clit is throbbing for your touch, perhaps a wet kiss from your mouth, or perhaps to be filled with your hard length spearing through me. One hand still on your cock, the other snakes up my nape into my hair. You pull me closer to you, guiding your throbbing member into my mouth while holding it still. I open my mouth in a moan.

Talk about an offering. Fuck, I feel like a Goddess; a shimmering pool of lust puddling in my belly; me being a trembling mass of short circuiting nerves; but a Goddess nonetheless. Your cock slips into my mouth. My tongue snakes around the head once or twice before I suckle deeply to take in most of your length.

My tongue is roving your hard skin midst the vacuum of my mouth. In this moment I know what it is to love. I love your body, your hardness throbbing in my mouth, the taste of you, the smell of you, the life force pulsing in the veins and ridges of your penis. I love it; all of it. And here I thought women weren’t supposed to like sucking cock; that they do it to please their boyfriends! And here I am…so getting off on this!

Every suckle, every lick…my teeth gently scraping the head of your cock, the moans that escape you in earnest now…are matched by hot desire pooling in my wet cunt. Fuck. It feels like if I reach down there and just dip a finger into me I will come. My hands are gently fondling your balls. I want to taste them too. I leave your cock unattended for a second…it looking like a forlorn lost child needing more loving. My hand wraps around it and my tongue snakes down to your sack. I suck them into my mouth…both of them fully. I love to feel them rolling around in my mouth rubbing against each other. I suck greedily. I feel you clench…but I don’t want you to come yet.

I want to see you erupt. See you lose control. I want to make you scream. Softly I let go of your cock. Funnily enough I feel the loss too. You are breathing hard…so close. You’d hit me if you could…for stopping just now. Yet, I know you never would. My vulnerabilities are yours to keep, for I know you’d never abuse the power I place in your hands. And I like knowing that when it comes right down to it, I’ve got you by the balls; figuratively AND literally.

I want to laugh. How could this not be more? How could two people love each other so much, trust each other so much, respect each other so much, know each others’ erotic responses enough to have them spontaneously combust….how could they not be more than just best friends? How could we not?

You look down at me and reach under my arms to lift me up. My body drags against yours, my nipples chafing against your chest hair. Did I tell you yet how much I love your roughness? I fucking to goodness love it! We’re standing in a close embrace….our bodies yearning for more. I rest my forehead against your neck…the feel of your hard cock warm against my belly. I move back a little, stand on my toes and with a skip and a wiggle trap your cock in between my thick thighs.

I lean into you and gently rise and fall clenching and unclenching my thighs at the same time. Your hands grab my buttocks and you press me into you. I rake my nails against your ribcage and take your mouth in a rough kiss. As your teeth bite at my lips and your tongue lashes against mine I scream into your mouth. A desperate scream. A hot scream.

You suck my tongue into your mouth. Our mouths open against each other as we both battle to take control…losing ourselves in the process. Your cock slides between my thighs…the slick wetness from my pussy making squelching sounds; as if they are kissing too; your cock and my pussy. It is that. Your hard length is courting my wet channel, tickling my anus and driving me wild.

I push myself down on your shoulders and hoist myself a bit, you simultaneously pull down and out and just like that I feel the knob of your head pressing against my opening. I let my weight go and feel you slide deep into me…pulling me taut. The pleasure and pain, the tightness and the fullness are an exquisite sensation. We stop kissing. Our foreheads are resting against each others’. We look at each other. The final barrier has been crossed; all the shadowed desires now uncloaked.

We are truly naked now…with our vulnerabilities and our hopes. You are inside of me. Physically, that’s a first. I yet can’t fully absorb that we are standing buck naked in each others’ arms with you buried within me…me pulsing around your still hardness. It’s, well…exquisite. It’s strange…it’s unfuckingbelievably good!

Our lips meet in a gentle kiss and our hips start moving. You almost pull out completely and then ram home…one stroke….painfully slow….unimaginably erotic…two…and before you can finish the third my world shatters, my head starts to spins…my vision focusing and unfocusing as waves of such deep pleasure wrack through me that it feels like an inferno let lose!

I moan into your mouth…your teeth nipping at my jaw. My pussy is throbbing around your cock clenching, pulling it in. Before I can come down from the high I can feel you pistoning in and out of me in frenzy. It’s like you are no longer in control of your movements. The hard fuck, specially coming from you; my gentle lover, my best friend…drives me over the edge again. Sweet fucking mother of GOD! Fuck!

“Mmmngh…ungh…tell me before you cum. Please.”

In a couple more strokes I know you’re ready…as I have my wish fulfilled.

You scream my name…and then, “I’m gonna cum!”

I slide off of you, take your hand and place it on your cock. I kneel…you look at me with wondrous passion…your eyes unfocussed. Together we place the head of your cock along my lower lip…my mouth opens…our hands squeeze your cock and you erupt into my mouth.

I can see the pulsing eye that is shooting ropes of thick creamy jizz between my sensuous lips. I am drinking from you; swallowing your essence. Your mouth is open in a silent scream; your body shuddering in the aftermath of its explosion. With a deep sigh you open your eyes and look at me. As you do, I take you into my mouth again; loving your fast softening cock with my mouth. It is the most intimate of kisses. To have you watch as I do it is an added high.

With a soft kiss and a gentle squeeze I let it go. You are pulling me up and this time there’s no frenzy. Your fingers are in my hair as slowly, gently you kiss me as if devouring me whole, just like I devoured you. Drinking from my lips as I had just drank from you.

I lead you to my bed. Our fingers entwined. With one hand I unzip my skirt and let it fall. I am glad I never wear panties…and I’m sure, for the first time having known that fact for so long, so are you. We lie down and look at each other; at our unclothed bodies; our uncloaked desire; and the possibility of more. There’d be time for more loving later…now, we need to talk.