Your physique has turn into accustomed to my contact. It relaxes below my palms
as I place you. Feathery fingertips now deliver sighs as a substitute of
giggles.
Your pores and skin glows within the flickering candlelight as I kneel astride your
hips the place you lie susceptible upon the sheets. Frivolously, 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 inconceivable to fathom, however my coronary heart swells inside my chest at
the information of its existence.
Leaning ahead, I path the tip of my tongue calmly across the
delicate curve of your upturned ear. A mild 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, smooth, dry kisses down the facet of your neck – your head falls
ahead exposing extra of the swish curve to my ministrations. Your
sighs are smooth 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 search out 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 palms 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 palms.
Each muscle in your physique appears to have melted, and the agency, rounded
globes that I like following up the steps, now really feel nearly gelatinous
in my palms.
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 method
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 come back. When
your thighs have yielded up the final vestiges of stress, I transfer
gently on to your calves, taking care to not apply an excessive amount of strain,
as I understand how delicate these muscle groups are for you.
Your toes are the important thing to your soul. I work them with oiled palms for
at the very least 1 / 4 hour, every, and your sighs and moans converse to me of
the opening of forbidden locations inside you.
Ultimately, 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 goal 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 tooth I hint the outer edges of your valuable,
exquisitely small breasts. Your cries turn into extra strident and also you
search to information my head, my mouth, together with your tiny, fragile palms. 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 tooth, however first there may be the smooth,
candy mound round and beneath.
Sucking, tonguing, nibbling, I minister to first one succulent
hillock, then the opposite. The muscle groups in your stomach tighten and as
your pelvis vibrates, I cease. Solely my palms are touching you – smooth,
broad strokes to calm and loosen up.
The second passes and I start once more, swooping all the way down to inhale a complete
breast. My tongue swirls across the tender morsel, taking part in with the
onerous, rubbery tip. Your again arches, and a pointy cry escapes your
pretty lips.
Utilizing solely my tooth, I swiftly seize the nipple of the opposite breast,
overlaying 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’ve retreated from the precipice, I start once more, working my
method orally down the light curves of your stomach, pausing to pay homage
to the extensive despair of your bejeweled navel.
Your palms roam freely by means of my hair and urge me southward because the
pitch of your track rises.
Virtually there, I now fight my very own urgency. With superhuman will, I
drive 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 await what’s subsequent to
come.
Your legs have opened obscenely extensive to offer me free entry to the
prize, however I take my time. Lapping like somewhat 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 speeding 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 towards my face to the tune of your indrawn breath,
I do know I’m in the best 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 determine towards it.
As your impassioned cries escalate, I flick the tip of my tongue
quickly over the onerous little nubbin hiding in your crease, and run my
finger throughout your G-spot.
In mere seconds, your pelvis slams shortly towards my mouth, two,
three, 4 occasions, earlier than your physique locks inflexible, buttocks a foot or
extra away from bed. Your keening cry is nearly 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 calmly on the cheek, I reply, “Tomorrow.”
Earlier than I’ve completed saying the phrase, you’re loud night breathing daintily into the
darkness.