….(picking up where we left off)…
A few strokes of your fingers, to both tease me and assure your aim. Then a single growling command. “Beg.”
The intensity of my desire was beyond words. I was dripping wet with hot readiness. I didn’t just want you inside me, I needed you to be. Breathlessly I managed to whisper, “Please, please, God, please.”
And it was you, not God who answered my lustful prayer. Sliding into my tight, hot, wet center made my back arch in fulfillment. A gasping breath escapes my lips as you draw back to thrust into me again.
As you crash into me over and over, the passion begins to overwhelm me.
My grip on the counter begins to slip. Wrapping my legs around your waist I lock my ankles behind your back.
One arm behind my back the other at my ass, you lift me from the counter top.
My arms fold around your neck, as I bounce up and down your shaft in a mid-air dance.
You take one step then another toward the door. With a stretch, I grab each side of the door jam, dangling there as You continue to penetrate me, again and again.
“I’m taking you to bed,” you firmly declare between teasing mouthfuls of my breasts.
I release my grip from the door jam, to fold my arms back around your neck, allowing you to carry me the remaining 15 feet from the master bath to our neatly made queen sized bed.
Gently you place me on the covers, withdrawing in the process, making me whimper.
“I know” you whisper. “I know, but the night is just getting started.”
Your hands caress my thighs before spreading my legs. Positioning your shoulders beneath my knees, you tease me with fuzzy kisses tickling me with your goatee. Then a jolt, as a warm tongue grazes my clit.
My hips shift uncontrollably, as you lick, suck, and separate the folds of my flower with your tongue. Soon a finger sides inside me, back and forth drawing more wetness to the surface. Wiggles, and whimpers of pleasure over take me.
I cal out your name hoping to prompt a finishing stoke. Instead you stop your lustful snacking and begin kissing your way from my stomach to my breasts.
Nibbling, tasting, keeping one hand below, to continue dipping its fingers into my juicy center. The other hand cupping, squeezing, teasing whichever breast wasn’t currently in your mouth.
My lips parted in breathless panting, my body wriggling beneath you, again I beg. First in my mind, but soon finding the willpower to form words.
“Please, I need you, Please.”
Removing both hands from their previous tasks, you use them to crawl further up the bed. Feeling your body slide between my thighs almost distracted me from the kisses on my collar bone, and neck.
Hovering over me, your cock teasing at my center, you grin evilly, in that boyish way you do when you are up to no good.
“Is it torture?” you kid.
“Yes.” I reply.
“Do you want me?” you taunt.
“Yes” I whimper.
“Do you need me?”
“God, yes.” I begin to plead.
“Tell me,” you whisper in my ear, your body pressed against mine. “Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me?”
“Make love to me,” My voice at the breaking point between begging and demanding. “Please, I do need you, NOW. Let me love you , PLEASE.”
The desire inside, now so strong I can barely contain it. My mind reeling, screaming thoughts at me so loudly I was sure you could hear them.
Mount me, ride me, fuck me, love me but please do it now. Take me, don’t wait, take me, all of me. The voice in my head pleads.
Still you tease me. Finally the need for you surpasses all reason. With a jolt of force, I buckle your knees with my ankles, push you up and then over. As you fall backward on to the bed, your feet on the floor everything above your thighs on soft covers, I come to rest above you.
With a shift of my hips, I have you positioned. Tip ready for entry, you grab my hips and lower me down your pole.
Silky flesh on flesh, as you grind me against your waist before lifting me up and pulling me down again. Your hands release my hips only to interlace fingers with mine, letting me have control of my own pace.
A bounce, a slide, a grind. My panting breath increasing in speed along with my hips.
Releasing my hands, you wrap me up in a warm embrace, and with a hungry force roll me over.
Switching position, after position, exchanging kisses, looks, and moans. Ravishing each other again and again, until we are to tired and dehydrated to move.
Laying beside you, in sweat covered exhaustion, I turn to you with a giggle and a whisper.
“Hey, lover? I think we need another shower”