Thursday, July 13, 2006
After Eating
"Let's go," she had whispered to him in the restaurant, looking at him with half closed eyes which seemed to smolder. He had, of course, agreed. She had laid her head sweetly on his shoulder as they drove. During the meal, her hand had sometimes strayed, as if by accident, into his lap. Just a brush of her fingertips and then it was gone. Her foreplay kept him hard...
Now he stands in the center of the room. He watches her walk slowly towards him. She takes his hands, kissing each palm, and backs him into a comfortable, low chair. She sits at his feet on the floor and begins untying his shoes. Shoes, socks come off. She raises herself to her knees and moves between his, pushing them gently, insistently apart. Her hands travel up his chest, up his neck, trace his jaw line and come to rest, one on either side of his face. She kisses the tip of his nose as she does when she's in a playful mood, but her eyes are serious and dark in the candlelight. She tangles one hand in his hair, drawing his face toward hers. She closes her eyes and savors the touch of his lips against hers. The other hand slides down his chest and caresses his erection through the fabric of his pants. Her teeth nip at his lips. Her tongue tastes them then explores. She kisses him softly and seemingly without urgency, placing kisses with a sense of purpose and design while her hand outlines the shape of his cock.
It is rarely hurried for him. When it is, he knows that she will cry out and tear at his skin. Sometimes these hurried orgasms are so sudden and breathtaking they bring tears to her eyes. At those times he holds her while her body convulses under him, kissing the tears from her cheeks, his cock still buried inside her. But tonight she is an artist. She is meditative and each gesture is part of a creation she is imagining for him. He breathes deeply, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and beneath it, the scent of her desire for him. He moves to pull her close, but she turns her dark, solemn eyes on him and says "let me."
He lets his head roll to one side as she releases his hair from her fingers. He shuts his eyes as she kissed his ear, his neck, and his collar bone and begins to unbutton his shirt. She nuzzles her face into the warmth of his shoulder as her fingers work at the buttons. He feels her teeth on his neck. She kisses her way down his chest, pulling his shirt open. She licks his nipples and blows on them. They become hard instantly. He looks down at her as she moves from one to the other. The heat of her mouth is almost unbearable as she sucks one, then the other. His cock is almost painfully hard, still enclosed. Her fingers brush it as she slowly unfastens his belt. She unzips his jeans as he shrugs off his shirt.
She is tugging at his jeans now, and he raises his hips to help her get them off. Her hands are flat against his chest, moving in lazy circles. She moves them slowly down, savoring the heat that rises from his skin and the scent of his body. Now she kisses her way across his chest, across his stomach. She kisses his thigh and all the way down his calf to his ankle and back. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum as she brushes her cheek against it. It leaves a wet streak on her cheek. He touches the wetness with his fingers. She kisses and licks them, tasting his salty ocean flavor.
She licks the tip of his cock. Her tongue seems to float on the tip of the head, then down the shaft toward his balls. Her hand is caressing them gently, rolling them softly in her palm. He watches as she teases his prick, kissing, licking but not engulfing. He has been hard hours, or so it seems. She licks the cum oozing from his cock and slowly lowers her mouth onto him. She takes just the head in her mouth sucking slowly and gently, her tongue playing on the sensitive underside of his head. He is panting now, begging her to suck and end his ordeal. Both hands are on her face, caressing her cheeks which are already full of his cock, brushing her eyelids, her forehead, touching her nose. He arches his hips and she sucks him in deeply, slowly.
She begins to feel his urgency as his hands on her head become more insistent, pushing her down onto his cock. She can feel him rising to meet her mouth. His cock is as hard and shiny as a baton of rare, polished wood. His balls are tightening and he seems to grow larger and harder with every stroke into her throat. He knows how much she loves to suck him and lives for these times when she works this magic on him. He reaches for her cunt with one hand, caressing the back of her neck with the other. He feels a hand --- her hand. She is stroking her clitoris as she sucks him. She moans as he touches her. He feels the vibration of her stifled moan deep in her throat. His cock throbs with pleasure. As he knew he would, he finds her wet and puffy. She brings her hand to his nose and then draws her wet fingers across his lips. The taste of her juice drives him wild. He is suddenly huge in her mouth and she braces herself for his sweet flood. He moans her name as he cums, his head rolling back against the cushions. She slows, sucking softly, knowing his sensitivity at this moment. His orgasm comes like a slow moving wave, an explosion that seems to move outward forever from his cock and balls; for the moment, it is the center of their universe. She feels him pulsating in her mouth. She drinks spurt after spurt.
Later, he opens his eyes and hers look back at him, dark and smiling. In his vision of her there are sparkles. She lays her cheek on his thigh, watching him recover.
Now he stands in the center of the room. He watches her walk slowly towards him. She takes his hands, kissing each palm, and backs him into a comfortable, low chair. She sits at his feet on the floor and begins untying his shoes. Shoes, socks come off. She raises herself to her knees and moves between his, pushing them gently, insistently apart. Her hands travel up his chest, up his neck, trace his jaw line and come to rest, one on either side of his face. She kisses the tip of his nose as she does when she's in a playful mood, but her eyes are serious and dark in the candlelight. She tangles one hand in his hair, drawing his face toward hers. She closes her eyes and savors the touch of his lips against hers. The other hand slides down his chest and caresses his erection through the fabric of his pants. Her teeth nip at his lips. Her tongue tastes them then explores. She kisses him softly and seemingly without urgency, placing kisses with a sense of purpose and design while her hand outlines the shape of his cock.
It is rarely hurried for him. When it is, he knows that she will cry out and tear at his skin. Sometimes these hurried orgasms are so sudden and breathtaking they bring tears to her eyes. At those times he holds her while her body convulses under him, kissing the tears from her cheeks, his cock still buried inside her. But tonight she is an artist. She is meditative and each gesture is part of a creation she is imagining for him. He breathes deeply, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and beneath it, the scent of her desire for him. He moves to pull her close, but she turns her dark, solemn eyes on him and says "let me."
He lets his head roll to one side as she releases his hair from her fingers. He shuts his eyes as she kissed his ear, his neck, and his collar bone and begins to unbutton his shirt. She nuzzles her face into the warmth of his shoulder as her fingers work at the buttons. He feels her teeth on his neck. She kisses her way down his chest, pulling his shirt open. She licks his nipples and blows on them. They become hard instantly. He looks down at her as she moves from one to the other. The heat of her mouth is almost unbearable as she sucks one, then the other. His cock is almost painfully hard, still enclosed. Her fingers brush it as she slowly unfastens his belt. She unzips his jeans as he shrugs off his shirt.
She is tugging at his jeans now, and he raises his hips to help her get them off. Her hands are flat against his chest, moving in lazy circles. She moves them slowly down, savoring the heat that rises from his skin and the scent of his body. Now she kisses her way across his chest, across his stomach. She kisses his thigh and all the way down his calf to his ankle and back. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum as she brushes her cheek against it. It leaves a wet streak on her cheek. He touches the wetness with his fingers. She kisses and licks them, tasting his salty ocean flavor.
She licks the tip of his cock. Her tongue seems to float on the tip of the head, then down the shaft toward his balls. Her hand is caressing them gently, rolling them softly in her palm. He watches as she teases his prick, kissing, licking but not engulfing. He has been hard hours, or so it seems. She licks the cum oozing from his cock and slowly lowers her mouth onto him. She takes just the head in her mouth sucking slowly and gently, her tongue playing on the sensitive underside of his head. He is panting now, begging her to suck and end his ordeal. Both hands are on her face, caressing her cheeks which are already full of his cock, brushing her eyelids, her forehead, touching her nose. He arches his hips and she sucks him in deeply, slowly.
She begins to feel his urgency as his hands on her head become more insistent, pushing her down onto his cock. She can feel him rising to meet her mouth. His cock is as hard and shiny as a baton of rare, polished wood. His balls are tightening and he seems to grow larger and harder with every stroke into her throat. He knows how much she loves to suck him and lives for these times when she works this magic on him. He reaches for her cunt with one hand, caressing the back of her neck with the other. He feels a hand --- her hand. She is stroking her clitoris as she sucks him. She moans as he touches her. He feels the vibration of her stifled moan deep in her throat. His cock throbs with pleasure. As he knew he would, he finds her wet and puffy. She brings her hand to his nose and then draws her wet fingers across his lips. The taste of her juice drives him wild. He is suddenly huge in her mouth and she braces herself for his sweet flood. He moans her name as he cums, his head rolling back against the cushions. She slows, sucking softly, knowing his sensitivity at this moment. His orgasm comes like a slow moving wave, an explosion that seems to move outward forever from his cock and balls; for the moment, it is the center of their universe. She feels him pulsating in her mouth. She drinks spurt after spurt.
Later, he opens his eyes and hers look back at him, dark and smiling. In his vision of her there are sparkles. She lays her cheek on his thigh, watching him recover.
