I remember that night in April that we could go no further. I was married and you had you morals to deal with, but I have played out that night in my head over and over. We once were so good with each other, but the love we shared is now gone, but passion sometime do not give up so easily. Many years apart has made it clear that’s the way we were meant to live this life, hoping that we will get it right in the next.
That night will replay in both of our minds for a while, each with our own feelings about it. I hope that the feelings of lust stay with you, as they will with me, keeping you warm on cold lonely nights. But still the night plays on in my mind with a much different ending.
It starts the same way, with us just talking far apart, the passion cooling from earlier that night. We talk about past misdeeds on each other and finally understanding what was once done. The talk turns to sex and a fire deep inside of me lights and burns what is right and wrong from me, not that they have much to do with the way I live life, and I give in. I move closer to you and you can feel what I’m about to do. I wait for a sign other than your words telling me to stop, and I see none. Quickly I move and brace myself over you and run my tongue over your lips. I pull away so you can see my smile and I look to see one light up your face. I face that I’ve seen so many times under my body, the same smile, while we work our bodies in a well-planned dance of passion and lust. That is what I hoped to see and it keeps me going. That night we stopped and started over and over, with brief words explaining what is wrong with what were doing and that’s were the night changes in my mind.
My mouth has moved to your neck and plants small kiss over you, trailing with my tongue, giving you chills over your body. I move down and respecting your boundaries and start to move those small, wet kisses to your stomach and my hands move over your body, as they have never left your care. I tell you what I would like to do, knowing what words can do.
“I want to taste you, to lick you and feast on your body. Want to taste your pussy and eat you till you cum”
Your body stiffens under my hands as my words work their way into you. As I thought, the words have their desired effect and you softly moan in approval, letting me know that you want me as much as I want you. My body responds to the moment as I feel myself getting hard. I kiss up your clothed legs and run my hands up over your sides, sliding my hands under your shirt. Your tits, moving under your labored breathing, heaving into my hands. I start to play with your nipples and get them taught and hard. Your body is flush and I see you squirm in your seat. I grab your hips and slide you down further on the couch and rise myself up to return to your mouth and lick your lips again. I feel you part your lips and softly enter your mouth with my own. We play in each other mouths and the heat between us can be felt on my arms.
“ I want you.” I say softly in your ear, letting my hot breath fall on your neck.
My hands move on their own and I start to remove your top, letting you sit there in your bra, and my mouth covers your breast bone with kiss, working down to your covered tits and let you feel my mouth work on you. My hands find your lap as I squeeze your inner thigh. It moves up and starts to pet you, drawing out a deep moan from your lips. I stop to lift your ass off the couch and swiftly remove your pants. I move over and turn off the lights, so only the night lights up the room, and return, crawling over to you. I move up your body and slide your bra straps down your shoulder and my mouth and I take your nipples into it. They feel them grow as I lightly run my gauge over them and move them in-between my teeth.
“ I love your tits, your body, your pussy”
To express that point I run a hand down, into your panties, and let my fingers explore you. You’ve gotten wet and I let them move over your clit, sending a spasm through your body. Smiling, I slide down, letting go of your nips and again kiss down your body, go further than before. I move your thong to the side and flick out my tongue, tasting you for what seems like the first time all over again. I run it over every inch of you, not hitting any of the good spot yet, teasing you with much joy. I explore every fold and every inch over and over. My gauge moves everywhere and you feel the smooth cool metal contact you.
“Stop it, stop teasing me. Just eat me, god damn it, eat my pussy”
