The small talk is over. We are in the bedroom. We both know what we are here for. We are on the bed, naked, facing, embracing. My prick is hard, trapped between our two bellies. VERY hard. HE knows what we are here for. Your nipples are also hard, boring into my chest. And your cunt is wet. SHE knows what we are here for.
I roll you onto your back and kiss you, gently, on the mouth. I trace the outline of your lovely face with my fingertips, from temple to chin. Then up to your mouth. I trace the outline of your lips. Gently, so gently, I caress your eyebrow, then your ear, then back to your chin. Down, along your throat to what my mother always called, your salt-cellar, the notch where your collar bones meet. Along the collar bone to your shoulder, then down the front of your shoulder to where your armpit begins. Gently round the side-swell of your right breast, beneath it, up the enticing valley between your tits, rising and falling as your breathing quickens. At last. The nipple. I trace the puckered surround, then take the stiff bud and roll it between my fingers.
My resolve, to only touch you with my fingertips, breaks and I lean forward to take the other nipple between my lips, drawing it into my mouth, teasing the very tip with my tongue. You moan softly, the first sound either of us has made since entering the room. I have broken my self-imposed rule. I move my mouth to yours for another kiss, deeper this time and transfer my exploring, pathfinder fingers to the left nipple, wet with my saliva.
Your left hand, trapped between our bodies, gropes for and finds, my throbbing erection. Your fingers circle the shaft as I bend to suck your right nipple.
'Hold it, squeeze it.' Says my mind. 'But don't wank it, not yet.'
You seem to read my mind and simply hold tight onto my organ, making only tiny movements. I trace each rib, back and forth, then down to the indentation of your navel. Over the soft swell of your belly and my fingers are where your sparse, trimmed sex-hair begins. Again I deny myself, and you, by moving sideways to the point of your hip. I resist the temptation to travel the shallow valley of your groin, and move instead down the front of your thigh. I can only reach as far as your knee, so the return journey begins. Up the inside of your thigh to the warm, moist place between your thigh and your outer cunt-lip. You moan again and spread your legs, inviting more.
Not just yet. My fingers move up along this valley. Across the little forest of your pubes and down the valley on the other side. Now back between the inner and outer lips of your sex to the junction where your clit waits. I make it wait a little longer, travelling back between the lips on the other side, down until the pad of my finger caresses the tight pucker of your anus.
You buck up towards my searching fingers, hungry for rougher treatment. But not just yet. I roll you over onto your front. I kiss your neck and shoulders. I run my fingers down the groove of your spine and into the valley between your buttocks, gently over your rosebud.
"Please." You whimper. "Touch me."
I push my middle finger deep inside your cunt. Hot. Wet. Gaping. Drawing out the juice, I transfer my finger to your arsehole. You resist at first, then relax and my finger enters as far as the second knuckle. You moan again. I put my finger back into your cunt, now the pad of my thumb is pressed firmly against your arsehole. I reach forward with my index and ring fingers, trapping your clit between the fingertips, and rub. Within seconds you climax, crying out in your passion, pressure relieved at last.
I roll onto my back, allowing you space and time to recover from your come. But you turn towards me, propped on one elbow. I raise the fingers that have been at your cunt, to my mouth, and suck off your juice. You smile, lean forward and kiss me, tasting yourself on my lips.
It's my turn now. My turn for relief. You don't hesitate to head straight for my prick with your mouth. You kiss the tip, then lick away the bead of moisture there. You kiss along the underside of the shaft, along the thick ridge to where it runs between my balls. You kiss and lick my balls, then take each one in turn into your mouth, swirling them with your tongue. Back now up the shaft to the tip, mouth open this time, wet lips and tongue-tip exploring. You take the tip of my prick between your lips and engulf it. Just the tip. Swirling it as you did my balls. Then you take it deep, to the back of your throat. You release me slowly until just the tip is in your mouth. You pull down the skin on the shaft with your fingers, at the same time pushing with your tongue until the foreskin peels back from the knob. Now the raw tip is in contact with your tongue and inner cheeks.
I can't take much more of this, my spunk is demanding release. You sense my need and suck hard, wanking the shaft at the same time. I roar as the spunk erupts, warm, thick, salty, into the back of your mouth. You swallow each spurt, as though you were swallowing oysters. You keep me there until the last drop has slid down your throat, then crawl up the bed to kiss me on the mouth with spunky lips.
