“Taste yourself,” he whispered.
She opened her mouth and sucked her own sweetness from them. Lying beside her, he leaned to her and kissed her tenderly, tasting her nectar on her tongue.
He took her hand in his and moved it along his body, encouraging her to explore. As she gained confidence, her mouth followed: she began teasing his nipples with her tongue and teeth. She listened to him, perhaps for the first time, hearing his sharp intake of breath as her teeth grazed him. His hands were once again in her hair; this time encouraging her travels to more important matters. She, however, had other ideas.
Being very aware of his body, she was careful to avoid his hard cock. Her hands touched the inside of his knees, sliding up his inner thighs. Her mouth reached his navel and swirled it. His moans guided her as she became bolder and bolder. She kissed his inner thighs, up to his scrotum. She stopped for a second and contemplated her next move. When she decided that he was ready, she lowered her head and put her mouth on him, gently sucking first one then the other testicle into her mouth, rolling them carefully with her tongue.
She felt him arch, and she knew the next thing she had planned would drive him insane. Flattening her tongue, she ran it up the shaft to the head, gently flicking the underside until she felt it begin to throb. Then in one move, she completely enveloped his cock with her mouth, taking it in deeply, then withdrew slowly … almost painfully. His loud moaning amused her; she loved having this power over him, even though she knew that it was supposed to be HER in this position.
She slid up his body, keeping her hand on his cock. She felt the pre-cum ooze out around her fingers and she used that as a lubricant to lightly rub the head. She felt him begin to move with her. Finding his hand, she tried to encourage him to stroke himself. That gesture, however, seemingly broke her spell over him. He took her shoulders roughly in his hands instead, pushing her on her back.
The sudden movement frightened her and he felt her body tense in his grasp as a yelp of fearful protest escaped from her lips. He began to murmur encouragement to her, reassuring her that he was not going to hurt her, and she softened, allowing him to slip between her thighs. He reached under her, clasping her buttocks in his strong hands and pulled her onto his cock.
His entry caused her to gasp and moan loudly. She arched, trying to get all of him into her. He held himself deeply for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him. She felt him throbbing inside her, filling her with his warmth. His mouth found hers, kissing her passionately as he began to move: slowly, deliberately.
His movements were almost imperceptible at first. He relished her wetness, her warmth, the way her body clung to him both inside and outside. He pressed his cock deeply into her, hitting the most sensitive places. He felt her come, over and over again, listening to her gasp and moan, feeling her body quiver under his touch. He knew, though, that he could not hold back much longer. The joy her body was giving him was too great, and he wanted to look into her eyes when he came.
He pushed as deeply into her as he could, putting pressure on her already swollen clit, and reached for the blindfold. As he removed it, he saw that her eyes were wet with tears, and at that very moment, he began to move again. He felt her tense for her final release. As her body spasmed around him, the sheer erotic sights and sounds of her coming on his cock sent him over the edge. He looked into her eyes and plunged deeply into her, releasing his own pent-up emotions in one final thrust.
She felt his cock expand within her and as his hot liquid coated her depths, she clung to him tightly, almost afraid to let go …. afraid to let this night end.
As they both tried to recover their breaths, he leaned to kiss her.
“Are you all right?” he asked, genuinely concerned about the tears.
“Yes,” she sighed. “I can’t think of a time when I’ve been better.”
He slipped from her body and eased up to lie beside her, wrapping his arms around her. He felt her trembling and softly began kissing her cheek.
“You are still so beautiful to me,” he said. He pulled the covers up around them. “Were you surprised?” he asked.
“I thought you had forgotten,” she whispered sheepishly. “I was pretty upset.”
“A TRUE romantic NEVER forgets!” he reminded her, holding her tightly as they drifted off to sleep.
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