Jus another lil story to titilate your senses ;o)
Please don't read if you are under 18 or are offended by scenes of a sexual nature!
The thing with daytime TV is you don’t have to concentrate very hard, even when its in a foreign language and you don’t understand a word that is uttered. In a coma like trance I heard the door open and looked up to see her there soaking wet, draped only in a towel. Her beauty travelled across the room and smacked me in the face. Hard. So hard I almost stopped breathing.
Her hair wet and sleeked back, her hair and face dripping water onto the towel, her shoulders dampened with beads of moisture. My mouth opened and I instinctively licked my lips. Pavlov has a lot to answer to.
Even with her glasses removed she gave me a look that made me melt. I didn't hear her words as she took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water drawn from the tap.
Her back to me I could see her legs from the knees down, hard and defined, but not overly muscular. Again they were dripping wet and I imagined what her thighs would be like. Again she uttered something completely incoherent to me right at that moment. All I could focus on was my beautiful woman standing before me. She tilted her head back and begun to empty the glass. Her throat taught, swallowing movements visible even from where I sat. More words were spoken and she disappeared back through the hall door and into the bathroom. I panted slightly as I rest the tip of my tongue on my teeth.
SMACK! "She wants you, you idiot!" I was suddenly jolted out of my trance and realised I hadn't heard her lock the door of the bathroom. I almost ran to the door and opened it slowly to see her stood there with a wry smile on her face. She did want me! I reached across and took her face gently in my hands and pulled her towards me, meeting her lips with mine. Our open mouths barely touching, breathing in her breath, feeling the edge where her lips go from dry to moist. I love to kiss her this way. It feels so sensual, so soft, so loving.
One hand began to trace the outline of her ear as the other had already started the descent along her throat. I had flashbacks to her stood in the kitchen, drinking the water. Her beautiful neck, her beautiful throat. The other hands' fingertips now pushed through her hair, slowly, gently, almost reaching the crown of her head before roughly clenching tightly around a thick mass of hair, pulling her head back as her gasp took away my breath. Like a direct telegraph, the act sent throbs of pleasure through my pussy.
I placed my open mouth on her chin, my lips dragged along her skin as my tongue tentatively reached out. I could barely taste her as her scent mingled with the water still dripping from her body. My hand reached around her and pulled her and her damp, almost soaking towel against my fully clothed body. Along her throat my teeth met her skin and I drew them together dragging a fold of skin and nipping it between them. She tensed and I knew she didn’t want me to leave a mark. I fought every urge not to as I began to suck at the skin, stopping before it was too late. I moved back and inspected the bite. Light teeth marks with a pink centre was all to be seen. They would disappear before we were through.
I wanted to bite her more. I wanted to devour her body. My animal instinct urging to take over. I fought it off as I flicked out the fold of towel that was keeping it up above her breasts. I felt her embarrassment as it fell to the floor. Totally naked against my fully clothed body, I pulled her even closer. I felt her vulnerability and although I wanted to erase that feeling, I felt powerful and in control. She wanted me, I wanted her. I was going to have her. I pulled her back and pressed my back against the cold wet tiled wall. I could feel her hard erect nipples through my wet t-shirt and bra. Those beautiful, perfect nipples.
Both my hands slid down along her damp back and over her soft rounded buttocks. I squeezed as I pulled her to meet my thrust. My fingertips crawling along her skin, pulling, stretching them apart. My mouth was on hers again, just open, breathing her in. I felt her tongue on my lip and ignored it, I knew she wanted mine, I knew she wanted mine deep in her mouth. My lips played with hers, biting at her skin, her soft lips, her tongue.
She opened her legs and gripped mine with the inside of her thighs and as we both bent our knees slightly and arched towards each other I could feel her pubis against mine.
My right hand smoothed its way up and along her waist until my thumb met her soft rounded breast, my thumb tip gliding over her hard almost thimble like nipple. I circled this beautiful bud, full of nerve endings, which were directly connected to both out clits.
My tongue touched hers and I licked softly before leaving her mouth and tracing my tongue along her chin and then her taught throat, dragging my lips along her smooth skin. My hand cupped her perfectly sized breast as my hungry mouth took in her nipple. I made my lips, mouth and tongue the softest I possibly could as I sucked gently. No other stimulus, jus soft gentle sucking, almost so she could not feel my touch.
Her hands grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth further onto her. I started to lap at her nipple, softly at first, then harder, like a cat lapping at cream. Her hands gripping my hair tight, painfully tight as I teased her with my soft tongue. I loved to feel her pull my hair. I loved the pain. I loved the way she wanted me so badly. I loved the way she wanted me. It turned me on so much. My clit was throbbing hard and honey was oozing out past it, lubricating it, longing for her touch.
I moved across to her other breast and felt her cold skin against my cheek, cold droplets of water on my lips. Her skin tensed with goose pimples as I took her nipple into my mouth and played with this one just like the other. Little moans of approval escaping from her mouth. Little moans wanting to escape were lost and only breaths were heard. Those breaths that escape suddenly. The ones with a distinct beginning. The ones that turn me on so bad when she plays them into my ear.
My hand left her breast and began to glide along her waist again. My fingertips tracing over her hips as my thumb found the soft skin between her belly and thigh . Oh yes, this was almost the softest skin on her body. I wanted to close my eyes and nuzzle my lips, my nose, my eyelids along this skin. But right now I began to close my teeth and tongue against her nipple, gently at first, as ever. Gradually increasing the pressure, listening to her moans and breathing.
My left hand was, by now, gripping the inside of her thigh. My fingertips teasing the skin near her lips. My right hand twisted around and my hand gently cupped her pussy. Oh God what a wonderful feeling. Pressing softly I circled her pussy, like warming a glass of brandy. Swirling her lips around in my hand, feeling her juices flow into my palm. Massaging her lips, but being careful not to part them just yet.
I straddled her right leg so I could get more space to work with and almost clamped my thighs to hers . Stroking her pussy back and forth I let my middle finger reach out and trace the cleft between her lips. She was so wet and it only needed slight pressure for me to part them. Her nipple was still so hard in my mouth. I opened my eyes to see her mouth opened, head back and eyes closed. I released her nipple and lapped and kissed my way back up her soft breast and once again along her throat.
I love her throat. I love the skin between her throat and breast. The way it covers her collarbone. I bite on her jaw and feel her ‘growl’ in ecstasy before moving back to her mouth. I want to eat her. I want to taste her. I bite her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth quite hard. I can feel her pain and as she is about to cry out my finger finds her clit. Her cry of pain is converted into a high moan. Circling her clit my teeth stay firmly clamped to her lip. I feel her pleasure. I feel her pain. Looking into her closed eyes, she senses my gaze and opens her eyes. She sees my hunger.
My left hands’ fingertips pull and stretch at the skin at the side of her hole. They pull at her inner lip and as they do my middle finger presses on her entrance. Our eyes flick from side to side, reading each others eyes. Reading the expression on each others faces. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
I bite her lip again and suck quite hard. Letting it go but keeping contact with her lips, I ask again,
“Do you want me?”
“Oh fuck, Yesss!” She hissed. Her eyes almost wild, almost annoyed. Not pushing into her but keeping pressure on her entrance I rub over her clit and between her lips and back over her clit again, over and over. I feel her legs getting weaker. I know she is not far from orgasm, but still I tease her.
“Do you want me bitch?”
Ohh fuck me, fuck me now, please.”
“Are you begging?” My finger rubs over her clit and between her lips and back yet again. Over and over and over and over.
Yess, please, I’m begging you. Fuck me. FUCK me. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK…. FUCK…. FUCK……..”
My mouth covers hers and as she gasps and begs me over and over my tongue pushes deep into her mouth while my finger pushes deep into her. Her body goes into spasm. Her hips thrust uncontrollably. Her knees bend and I follow her down, fucking her hard, pushing deep into her with each thrust of her body. My mouth is full of her moans, her breath, my name, her expletives, her saliva, her orgasm as she collapses into my arms and I ease her aching body down with me to the cold, hard floor.
She rests her face on my shoulder as I softly kiss her neck, mouthing at her hairline and her ear. I am sat on the floor and she is straddling my leg, my hands still between hers. Aftershocks course through her as I softly play with her. Knowing that too much would be irritating. She breathes almost semi conscious into my neck as I release my hands and hold her close. Trying to keep her warm, nuzzling my cheek against hers, breathing warm air into her ear. I reach over and grab a towel from the hot radiator and wrap it over her back and shoulders. The heat sending more aftershocks through her.
Her breathing slows as she drifts off into unconsciousness. I hold her close while she dreams. I love my girl.