I crossed to her in a few steps, unbuttoning my shirt as I walked. I pulled her out of the chair, and into a kiss. It was our second, but no less passionate for it. As our lips met, I left my member stiffen and become erect. She tasted amazing, salty and sweet, subtle and spicy. She bit my lip, ever so gently. I sat down, and pulled her onto my lap, without breaking the kiss. She opened her mouth, and insistently pressed forward into it. Our tongues met, and I felt like I’d been struck by lightening. My breathing was fast, my heart racing.
We kissed for long minutes, just holding each other. Then I picked her up, and brought her to the bed, without breaking the kiss. I set her down on the edge of it, and pulled her shift off as I let her go. She tried to cover her body with her hands, but I help them tight, and leaned in and kissed her again. She tensed for a second, and then leaned into the kiss. I kissed her until I felt the tension ebb from her hands. I kissed her until I felt a new tension in her hands, and urgency from her kisses. Then I broke the kiss.
I took a second to look at and appreciate her. Her breasts were beautifully large, and shockingly round. They looked delightfully firm. Her nipples stood up proudly. Her slit was framed by a wisp of damp hair, and there was a small dark spot on the bed from her secretions. I wanted to touch all of her at once, but I settled for one part at a time.
I went to my knees in front of her. “Show me how you do it.” My need made my voice husky.
With one hand, she parted her lower lips, showing me the soft velveteen passage between. Her other stroked the entrance, and then gently inserted a finger up to it’s first knuckle. As she stroked her wall with that finger, her thumb found a little nub of flesh above her entrance, and began to lightly stroke it as well. I was entranced by the beauty of what she was doing, but after a minute (and the beginning of some maddeningly attractive moans), I gently replaced the hand holding her lips open with my hand.
Looking alternatively into her eyes (so large and innocent), and what I was doing, I slowly supplanted her other hand with mine. First, I very gently stroked around her entrance. It was extremely wet with her juices. I gently pushed a finger in, like she had, and then pulled it out. I looked into her eyes, and put the finger in my mouth. We both moaned, as I tasted her sweetness.
Her moans only intensified as I put my finger back inside her. Instead of using my thumb to stimulate the nub she had been so focused on, I leaned in and kissed it.
There was sharp gasp of breath, and I made to look up to ensure she was okay, but her hands held my head where it was. So I kissed it again and again, eliciting a gasp or moan each time. As my finger began to speed up inside of her, I tentatively reached out my tongue, and teased the nub with that.
Her legs pressed tight against my head, and her hands pushed it forward even more insistently. Enjoying her reaction, I licked it again, and then began to move my tongue slowly back and forth across it. Her insides felt loose and very wet around my finger, so I inserted another one, and began to move them more quickly.
Her breath started to come only in gasps, then in sharp, short moans. She pressed on me harder on harder, and I continued my ministrations. Suddenly I felt her tense up completely. Even my fingers inside of her could feel the tension. She stayed like this for about fifteen seconds. Letting out a long, low moan the whole time. Then she relaxed her grip on my head. I retreated to look at her face. It was covered in sweat, but beaming at me.
I kissed my way up her body, stopping to gently suck on each erect nipple. This elicited more moans, and I saw out of the corner of my eye her hands stroking whichever nipple I wasn’t sucking on.
Eventually, my lips found hers again, and I stroked her hair and face as I kissed her slowly.
She broke the kiss.
“Please my lord, show me how I can do that for you.”
I smiled and nodded. “It would be my pleasure!”
I disrobed quickly, and her eyes ate up my fit body, and erect shaft.
She hesitantly reached out to touch it, and I made no move to stop her. When she stroked its length, my knees almost gave out from pleasure.
“Let me lie down dearest, or I fear you’ll make me keel over from delight.”
She moved over obligingly, and I was momentarily distracted by the slight bounce of her breasts. I longed to suck on them again, but I restrained myself with the knowledge that there would be plenty of time for that later.
I law down next to her, and she turned to face me. Slowly, I brought my hand to my cock, and began to stroke up and down the shaft, slowly with a smooth rhythm.
Eagerly, she replaced my hand with her own, and again I gasped and felt my whole body go weak. Her soft, small hand was unlike anything I’d felt before.
She did this for a minute, and I began to moan. Smiling, she copied me, and bent forward to kiss the very head of my cock. The head burned with pleasure, as her lips opened, and she took it in her mouth. I could feel her tongue exploring it, questing around the head.
I longed to grab her, and pull her mouth deeper onto my cock, but I didn’t have the strength to. I settled for stroking her face, as she bobbed up and down, sending vibrations through the bed, and waves of pleasure through my body.
I’d had nothing but my hand to entertain myself with since our engagement, and I quickly reached the bursting point.
“Sweetie…” my words were interrupted by a moan. “Please swallow everything that comes out. It’s just going to be a second n – ah!”
I came as I was speaking to her. I felt a wave build up somewhere, everywhere in my body, and crash down over me. It carried everything away but the incredible sensations, as her hand slowly worked my shaft, and her mouth and tongue teased my head. As if from beneath a weight of water, I saw her throat bob as she swallowed my load.
She didn’t stop, even as the pleasure became too much for me to bear. I had already come, but she wasn’t letting me down that easy. My cock tried to deflate, but her ministration kept it from being able to.
I moaned. I needed to tell her to stop, but I couldn’t bring myself to end the pleasure. After a minute of agonizing ecstasy, I was rock solid again. Finally, I could bear it no more, and I sat up and pulled her face to mine.
She tried to stop me, but I wasn’t having any of it, and within a second, we were kissing fiercely. My hand found her breasts, and I began to stroke them. I could feel her moan as my tongue caressed hers.
I gently pushed her back into the bed, stroked her face, as I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“Are you ready, my dearest?”
She smiled, and I felt her hand on my cock, and then warm dampness on the head as she guided it to her entrance.
I kissed her, as I slowly pressed my body down on hers, pushing my shaft deep into her hole.
She moaned, and I felt her hand between us, stroking that nub that had brought her so much pleasure. One of my hands wrapped around her waist, and found her pert butt. The other was tangled in her hair.
Using my hand and my weight, I forced us together again. We moaned at the same time. Her crevice was firm around me, but it did not seem tight enough to cause pain to either of us.
“Faster…” she moaned out, and I obliged. I slowly built up my pace, with each stroke slightly quicker than the one before it. I don’t think I could have managed otherwise. There was nothing in my mind but the feel of her hair in my hand, the closeness of her body squished up against mine, the smell of her perfume and arousal, and the pressure and pleasure as my cock slid in and out of her drenched slit.
The pleasure built, minute on minute, until we were both moaning with every thrust I made. She rose to meet me each time, aided by my hand. I couldn’t think. I was consumed by need. I needed another thrust. I needed another thrust. I needed another thrust. Pleasure engulfed my member. This wasn’t fire or ice. It was every nerve singing.
I felt her body tense, her hand in my hair pulling me back for another kiss. Her slit grasped my cock, and seemed to pull on it. Finally, I crested, and with one last moan, I spilled my seed inside of her. I had never felt like this before. I was languid and exhausted. Every nerve in my body glowed with remembered pleasure.
The last thing I remember before I fell into a deep slumber was her eyes. They were wide, and full of awe.
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