Your physique has change into accustomed to my contact. It relaxes below my fingers
as I place you. Feathery fingertips now carry sighs as an alternative of
giggles.
Your pores and skin glows within the flickering candlelight as I kneel astride your
hips the place you lie inclined upon the sheets. Flippantly, I brush the silken
strands of your golden hair out of your face and also you smile contentedly.
Such belief, from one who appears so small and fragile beneath my brutish
bulk, is unimaginable to fathom, however my coronary heart swells inside my chest at
the data of its existence.
Leaning ahead, I path the tip of my tongue frivolously across the
delicate curve of your upturned ear. A delicate nip on the fragile shell
sends shivers down your backbone.
I’m attuned to you now. I can learn each nuance of your physique’s
response to my contact.
Heat, gentle, dry kisses down the facet of your neck – your head falls
ahead exposing extra of the swish curve to my ministrations. Your
sighs are gentle and expectant.
I draw a young fold of flesh into my mouth and suckle on it, biting
softly earlier than I transfer onward. You shiver and moan.
Beginning on the base of your neck, utilizing solely the tip of my moist,
stiffened tongue, I hunt down the tiny knots that the day’s stress has
left beneath the velvet pores and skin of your again.
For half an hour or extra, following with my fingers to dry your pores and skin,
lest evaporation chill you, I get hold of and therapeutic massage away every tense
little bump, each taut strand. My tongue aches with fatigue by the
time I’ve reached the little dimples on the high of your buttocks,
and I change to my fingers.
Each muscle in your physique appears to have melted, and the agency, rounded
globes that I really like following up the steps, now really feel nearly gelatinous
in my fingers.
I shift to the facet and gently unfold your docile, boneless legs. A
heavenly aroma wafts upward from their juncture, and moisture seeps
into the sheets.
Taking the oil from its resting place above the candle, I work my manner
down your thigh, taking my time. I keep away from the moist crevice that
beckons me, solely coming shut sufficient to trace at what’s to return. When
your thighs have yielded up the final vestiges of rigidity, I transfer
gently on to your calves, taking care to not apply an excessive amount of stress,
as I understand how delicate these muscle tissues are for you.
Your ft are the important thing to your soul. I work them with oiled fingers for
not less than 1 / 4 hour, every, and your sighs and moans converse to me of
the opening of forbidden locations inside you.
Eventually, I cross your ankles and switch you to your again. Your arms flop
bonelessly to the facet.
As soon as extra I put my mouth to work. This time, nonetheless, my objective is
extra feral. I ravage the size of your neck with savage kisses and
little bites. I nibble across the line of your jaw.
I do know the locations that ignite your ardour and exploit them
mercilessly.
My tongue delves deeply into the hole of your throat, and your hips
rise rhythmically from the mattress. Your sounds are wilder, extra
guttural now.
Working with lips and enamel I hint the outer edges of your treasured,
exquisitely small breasts. Your cries change into extra strident and also you
search to information my head, my mouth, together with your tiny, fragile fingers. I’m
on a mission, although, and won’t be deterred. Frustration colours
your cries, and your pelvis thrusts itself upon an unseen lover.
Your rock-hard nipples should wait. I understand how delicate they’re, how
they cry out for my tongue and my enamel, however first there’s the gentle,
candy mound round and beneath.
Sucking, tonguing, nibbling, I minister to first one succulent
hillock, then the opposite. The muscle tissues in your stomach tighten and as
your pelvis vibrates, I cease. Solely my fingers are touching you – gentle,
broad strokes to calm and loosen up.
The second passes and I start once more, swooping right down to inhale a whole
breast. My tongue swirls across the tender morsel, taking part in with the
exhausting, rubbery tip. Your again arches, and a pointy cry escapes your
pretty lips.
Utilizing solely my enamel, I swiftly seize the nipple of the opposite breast,
masking the primary with my hand.
Quck, sharp nips upon the delicate nubbin ship electrical shocks up
your backbone. Your legs fly aside as your candy pussy seeks its
invisible lover, oscillating quickly within the air.
As soon as extra I cease. You cry out in frustration on the sudden cessation
of sensation.
When you may have retreated from the precipice, I start once more, working my
manner orally down the light curves of your stomach, pausing to pay homage
to the extensive despair of your bejeweled navel.
Your fingers roam freely by means of my hair and urge me southward because the
pitch of your music rises.
Nearly there, I now fight my very own urgency. With superhuman will, I
pressure myself to average my tempo.
My tongue seeks out the softest, most tender flesh of your physique,
delving into the creases between thigh and labia – feathery touches
that have you ever quivering with anticipation. Your cries have ceased and
you appear to have stopped respiration as you anticipate what’s subsequent to
come.
Your legs have opened obscenely extensive to present me free entry to the
prize, however I take my time. Lapping like slightly canine at his water
bowl, my tongue travels from the very high of your aromatic cleft,
slowly parting the moistened folds.
The tiny, inflexible bud of your little sentinel involves consideration as my
tongue approaches. Your breath rasps by means of your mouth and tiny
whimpers punctuate the dashing of the air.
Pausing, I gently unfold your slimy folds and slowly probe with a
single upturned finger for the tough little patch of flesh simply inside
your tunnel. When your tube clamps down on my exploring digit, and
your hips ratchet in opposition to my face to the tune of your indrawn breath,
I do know I’m in the fitting place.
My tongue resumes its journey, now laving gently on the tender tissues
beneath it – worshipping your most sacred flesh.
I toy with the thought of extra teasing, however resolve in opposition to it.
As your impassioned cries escalate, I flick the tip of my tongue
quickly over the exhausting little nubbin hiding in your crease, and run my
finger throughout your G-spot.
In mere seconds, your pelvis slams shortly in opposition to my mouth, two,
three, 4 occasions, earlier than your physique locks inflexible, buttocks a foot or
extra up and about. Your keening cry is sort of ultrasonic as orgasmic
spasms rock your thoughts and soul.
You collapse bonelessly to the mattress, nonetheless jerking periodically
with aftershocks. I spoon my physique to yours and pull the covers up.
Because the lights exit, you murmur sleepily, “What about you?”
Kissing you frivolously on the cheek, I reply, “Tomorrow.”
Earlier than I’ve completed saying the phrase, you’re loud night breathing daintily into the
darkness.