Thanks to vella_ms for inspiring me to such heights of… er… fancy.
She claims she comes to me in dreams. On line, each morning, she teases. “Remember last night? What we did?”
I never remember, but when I wake my sheets are soaked and crumpled. Yesterday morning, there was whipped cream on them. And the taste of it, and her was in my mouth.
“Tonight,” I decide, “is going to stay in my mind.”
Slipping into bed, I chant to myself, “Remember this time. She’ll be here. Make it a time neither of us will forget.” I harden at the promise of her coming to me yet again.
My eyes snap open. She’s there. I don’t know how, or care, but I can feel the heat of her standing just behind me. The smell of her arousal permeates my nostrils.
I’ve never had a woman come to me before. And that just being here excites her is the icing on the cake. I’m still hard, and harden some more at her presence.
I can sense her eyes running over the sheets as she recalls what I look like, taste like, smell like. A soft moan fills the air as her memories sweep through her body.
A quick roll on my back and I wrap one arm around her waist; the other goes between her legs to grab that lovely ass. I pull her to me, setting her across my lap. Her soft skin is warm against me. She can feel my erection pressing against her back. Her silky tits are squeezed to my chest.
Bending, I lick along the tattoo imprinted on her shoulder, following it lower. She squirms her delight. The centre finger of my right hand strokes her sensitive asshole. In response she wraps her arms around me and shivers.
Pulling her away, I lick around the aureola of her left breast, then lightly sink my canines into the nipple. I know she likes pain, and the sharp sensation throws her head back with a thin gasp. I can feel a small gush of wetness where my forearm rests on her pussy.
I cradle her head with my left hand and draw her lips to mine. My tongue runs deep into her mouth. As my chuckle resonates in her chest, she plays her tongue against mine. Her hands grip my head and pulls as if she never wants to let go. My skin grows warm and slick at her passion.
I break the kiss and grin at her. “Good evening, gorgeous lady. You didn’t think you would catch me by surprise every night, did you?”
She simply smiles back, unworried over who does the taking as long as it happens.
I lift her off me, roll away and place her on her back, at the warm spot where I was lying. “Lie still, beautiful. I’m going to be awhile. If you move, you’ll be too tired to see this through to the end.” I harden my voice. “And I would be unhappy if you couldn’t finish.”
She shivers slightly at my tone of command. Orders turn her on.
I move to her feet and take a big toe in my mouth. Laving it, I apply a hard sucking pressure, then nip it with my teeth. My left hand strokes her stomach, just above her soft hair. My right pets the sole of the foot I’m working on. A gulping “mmm” comes from her and I can feel the muscles of her tummy pulse.
Moving on to her other toes, I repeat the treatment. Her gasps and moans become constant and louder.
Once I’m done with her toes, I move my mouth to the soles of her feet. I grip her ankle and run the edges of my front teeth along the arch of a foot. She hisses in pleasure and tries to pull that foot away from the intense thrill.
I give a light slap to her stomach. “Lie still! This is my night and I want you still.”
“I’m sorry sir,” comes the reply, her voice thin with lust, “but you’re making it so hard.”
“I don’t care for excuses. Do what you’re told.”
“Yes sir.”
I leave her feet and start up her lovely legs. So smooth and firm they are, a swimmer’s legs. My mouth and hands go back and forth, slowly higher and higher. As I close on her cunt, I can smell the hot liquid seeping from her. It’s delightful. If I could make an incense of that odour, I would be a rich man. Then I feel satisfaction knowing it’s just for me.
I quite deliberately bypass those wet, warm lips. She mewls in disappointment. I smile. She has no idea how much longer she’ll have to wait. Soon the waiting will be agony for her. Which will turn her on even more. As I’ve explained, she likes pain.
Once past her pussy, I kiss at the skin over her right hip joint. The skin is so sensitive there. I run the edge of a finger nail across the same spot on the left. I can hear her sob at the exquisite touch. The smell of her intensifies ever so little.
Upwards I go. I swab my tongue across her stomach. I can feel her muscles vibrate under the salt tasting skin. Onwards. I float over the ribs, tracing each one with lips and fingers. She swallows to keep her passion from exploding.
Now I’ve reached her lovely tits. Those firm, glorious, tasty breasts. I lick around the base of them, then sweep up the space between. The bristles from my beard brush her skin and I can hear the tiny sound of the sheets crumpling as she gathers them in her tightly clenched fists. I lick up to the peak of one breast and suck the hard nipple into my mouth. My fingers roll the other one between them. Her mouth opens wide to draw in a long, gasping breath.
I gather both mounds in my hands and press them together. Her nipples are close enough for me to work them both at once. Which I do. A soft bang is heard. She has thrown her legs wide and one has bounced off the wall.
Breaking contact, I grab her legs roughly and drag them back together. “What did I tell you?”
“Oh,” she pants. “Not to move, sir. I couldn’t help myself, sir. You’re so good to me. No one plays with me like you. I lose myself, sir, and I move without knowing.”
I lie down on my side next to her. She turns her head to look at me. I stroke her stomach and lightly kiss those soft lips. “Forgiven, since it’s my fault. So, you like what I do?”
“Oh yes, sir. You toy with me, excite me, make me want. You make me beg. I want you now, sir. I’ve had all the teasing I need. I’m ready for you. Take me now.”
“As that movie line goes, ‘You call that begging?’ I’m just getting started. When I’m done, it won’t be your body or mind begging, it will be your soul. The only thing you’ll want is me, inside you. Sleep, air, water, food; these will no longer be your concern. All you’ll want is me.”
Her eyes widen and glaze at my threat, and promise. Her mouth drops as she realizes this will cost her soul. And she wants it, the final submission.
I roll her on her front. “Remember to lie still,” I order.
I take her arms and put them under the pillow her head rests on. “I’m making sure you don’t rush yourself. Until I tell you, your hands stay where they are.” I see the muscles in her back quiver and her ass cheeks clench. My commands alone are enough to heighten her lust.
I move down to her feet again and repeat my ministrations. Toes are played with, soles stroked, legs petted and kissed. By the time I reach her ass, her skin is awash with sweat.
