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I try to imagine the rest of the room, but
I can't take anything else in, not with you, your body laid out
in front of me. I'm standing at your head, merely a foot
away. A mirror has been carefully arranged below your feet,
reflecting your legs, your thighs, your sex into my eyes. I imagine you before that snapped moment in time, before the ecstasy of that moment. You're stroking your breasts with one hand, teasing the nipples with your fingertips as they harden, your other hand is lightly at your labia, lightly teasing the lips apart. I feel you teasing me, as you tease yourself. You glance up to see my gaze, checking you have my full attention. You do. How can you not? We smile. I imagine your hands becoming more earnest in their caresses, in the mirror I see the now separated lips start to glisten with your moisture. As one hand starts to concentrate on and around your clitoris, the other slides down to penetrate your vagina, to seek the special node within. Your breathing quickens now, your chest tightens and blushes, your back is arcching. I'm not in the room. Not to you. There's nothing in the room for you at this moment. Your hips are rising and falling in time with your hands, your head comes back - at times your body seems suspended in the air. You're gasping for air, I gaze at the pure rapture on your face, and wonder at the intensity of it, and know I could never hope to reach such a height of pleasure. I want to contribute, my cock has been achingly hard throughout, the pre-cum itself oozing down the shaft. But I must wait. Wait for a sign. Your whole body starts to shudder, perspiration starts to drip from your skin, I want to lick it off, but not yet, not until you are ready. You emit a low squeal, a taut, but low squeal. And again. In any other circumstances, at any other time a funny sound, but not now! The tension in your face eases, and your lips are relaxed, open, wet. My glance in the mirror confirms the lower lips are in the same condition, as your hands start to slow their movements. Your shuddering slows, too, and your back relaxes, I sense my time is nigh... You heave a heavy sigh, and look up again - yes I'm still here! - and smile, this time the smile and your eyes are different, they draw me near. I bend down, our lips meet, our tongues lightly touch. I kiss your forehead, sucking some of the beads of perspiration, no, sweat, away. My hands clasp your head, and slide to your shoulders. My mouth is moving down your cheeks now towards your ear-lobes and neck. My hands have moved to your breasts, slipping smoothly over the skin, now encircling the globes. You are exhausted, but not finished, something else, some icing on the cake is needed. Your hands come up my arms, up to my shoulders, pulling me down. My lips slide down to your breasts, and feel the hardness of your nipples against my tongue. My hands fall to your hips, then one moves to cup your buttock, the other to touch your sex. Only then do I realise, how wet you are, how open you are. My fingers slide up and down your cunt, and quickly to my mouth for a taste of you, then back and forth. You taste good. But you want me lower, you pull me further down, my eyes now see your mound, see your wet slit, my lips follow. Over the mound and down, also onto that wet slit, my tongue starting to probe into the vagina, and back around the clitoris. I'm so absorbed, truly have been from the start, that I almost fail to feel your lips on my cock. Ohhh - that's fan-bloody-tastic! I'm torn. You're so good - at both ends, if I concentrate on one end, I lose the wonder of the other end! And if I let go - it'll be too soon, a waste of a perfect moment. I must make a decision - and very reluctantly rise and move to the base of the couch. Even right side up - your cunt is so inviting. I sense this is not a time to tease, I dive in, my tongue back in your slit, one set of fingers probes your anus, the other set onto your clitoris. I hear a moan somewhere in the background - your thighs are so tight against my head, I can't hear properly. But it's you, of course. Our timing has been good, just long enough that you're ready for another climax, I move one hand over your breast and roll the nipple in my fingers. My tongue is more urgently probing and licking your slit, my fingers moving slightly harder around your clit. You moan again, you tighten your grip on my head, you start to shake, yet another moan. I probe, I touch, you moan, you grip harder. Your hands are on my head forcing my tongue deeper....and suddenly, that heavy sigh and final shudder. I slide up to kiss you, a heavy kiss, full of passion and tongues. But is there anything left? Can you take more? As our lips part, I see your eyes, now languid, but smiling, I smile back with mouth and eyes, and seemingly without moving, my cock has entered you. "No problem with lubrication, then?", I joke. You laugh, you grab my buttocks, pull me deeper and laugh again. This is good. No, this is great! We move gently together, our bodies sliding on all the juices created together. We take it slow, we take it deep and slow. I caress your neck, your shoulders, the curve of your breasts, your hips. You caress my bum, my waist, my chest. Under normal circumstances we could do this for hours - just taking delight in the touch and feel of our bodies together. But this had been too intense - almost too much. I can feel my cock straining for release. I try to hold, but no. My mind goes blank as my cum rises into my cock and rockets into your cunt. So powerful, I almost expect to see it come from your mouth. I come back to my senses, and look. No, just the most gorgeous, perfect smile on your lips, I feel mine relay the same message. Wow. We kiss tenderly. Too taken with the moment, and both completely drained, we lie together entwined. We know this had been something special, something precious. We sleep. Copyright © 2002 by Richardsite. All rights reserved. |
