1:00pm-2:00pm
Fingers press and knead my muscles. My leg
relaxes and opens for him. Thoughts of his
fingers sliding along my wetness bring shivers to
my body, as with my sense of feel I coax myself
to accept his touch. A slide of his tongue along
my collarbone, and the slide of his finger over
my inner thigh, brings a gasp from my throat.
“Please, touch me.” Begging him, not recognizing
my own voice.
“In time. In time.”
A frustrated whimper is pulled from me. His
finger slides slowly up and down my leg, then
skims, light as a feather over the soft hairs of
my s*x. Lifting my hips, I try to capture the
teasing finger, wanting more of it; needing more
of it. The warmth of his palm presses against
my mound, relaxing and yet exciting it. The heat
covers my flesh. Tingles escape from inside me,
and shiver up and down my spine, over my
skin; resting on the surface, waiting to drive out
and lift from me.
The wetness of his tongue slides down my
chest. The urge to touch him; to touch myself, is
high and overpowering. I lift my hand and
stroke his hair, running my fingers through its
thickness. My skin is beginning to heat, and the
surface feels like a warm fire, not quite at its
fullest potential. His tongue moves across my
belly, sliding over the trembling flesh, tasting it,
circling the button, and running slowly along my
side.
My s*x is covered like a glove; the perfect fit to
my body, coaxing the passion forth; and when
he presses his palm harder against me, my hips
lift, silently pleading for more. Turning my head
to the left, my lip trapped between my teeth, I
feel his finger slide into me, slowly, guiding it
ever so gently up into the recesses of my being.
“Oh, yes,” I whisper, a soft moan escaping my
lips. “Oh, yes.”
He continues to tease and tantalize my flesh as
his finger slips deeper, touching the fleshy walls
of my body. My back arches as his tongue
moves lower, licking my skin, caressing each
part of me. I feel his breath against the curls of
my s*x, and shivers soon bring a new series of
goose-bumps to me. I want this man. I want to
have him here with me forever; not just for an
one day, but forever. He knows my body, my
heart, my soul; and I feel him everywhere I am.
After our time is up, I will see him everywhere I
go.
“What are you wanting, my love?” He asks me.
I’m speechless at his request. There is so much
I want; so much I need. I know he can’t give
me a miracle, so I ask for the one thing I know
he can give me. “Your love.”
With that said I lean up, using my elbows for
support, and watch as his tongue slips down
across the thatch of hair and he nestles himself
between my legs. His hands press my thighs
open. He brings his fingers up to open my
swollen lips, so needy for his touch. I can feel
the sweet nectar of my arousal continuing its
journey towards freedom. He slowly licks at the
gifts of desire that have already been released,
from the torments he had played on me before.
My fingers curl into the blanket as I watch his
eyes lock with mine, and he begins to push the
stiffened tongue against my clit.
It is more than I had remembered, and my eyes
close from the sheer power of it; the pure
S#xual need that my body has craved, and is
finally getting release. Opening my eyes, I see
that he has closed his, and I watch as he seems
to be so focused on me, and the love I have for
him grows even more. His tongue slides
between the lips of my s*x, his fingers
spreading them and slowly kneading them,
relaxing the juices from them. Lips are pressed
gently against my tender flesh before his tongue
slides out to lick them again. His teeth are bared
and he gently bites me. Gasping, I feel the pit
of my stomach lurch as I try to catch my
breath, and his tongue begins to slide deep into
my heat.
“Oh my god!” I swallow my breath, and it comes
back up to me, panting; wanting to experience
each touch. My skin is hot, flushed; overheated
from his touching. This moment of tongue and
aroused flesh touching is heaven, and with each
thrust of his muscle my own body cries and
begs for more. I watch, in awe, as his mouth
moves over my s*x and back again, slowly
blowing warm breath upon my skin. The walls
are filled with passion, as his tongue and finger
work together to bring each side of my slick
body higher and higher; to the ultimate peak,
before they stop and retreat. He brings me to
the edge many times, before I see his eyes
finally look up into mine. Capturing my stare, I
feel his final loving touch, as my body gives in
and fulfills my wish.
The fruit of my body leaves me; pours from me,
as his eyes leave mine. Collapsing onto the bed,
I let my back arch and my eyes close. Each
wave that had been dammed is freed. Each one
sucked from my body, licked from my walls,
tasted by my lover. Thrashing my head back
and forth as each muscle in my body tenses,
holds and then releases. “YES!” I scream at him,
pressing my hips into his face. I feel it, the final
crashing wave against the shore. My muscles
squeeze tightly against his finger, and the
release of love flows free.
He rises above me, pressing his body against
mine. I feel his arousal pushing against me. My
own muscles are weak and tired, my eyes
wanting to close again. Smelling the scent of my
body on his face, and seeing the glisten of it on
his lips, causes my heart to lift, and my lips
quickly cover his. Our tongues slip along each
other’s, slowly and seductively. “Thank you,” I
whisper to him.
“My love, it is always for you. Rest, my sweet. I
have something I need to do.” Winking at me,
he covers me gently with the blanket. I feel the
absence of his body, and watch him pause at
the door.
“You’re beautiful; you know that?” He asks me.“Only in your eyes, do I feel that way. Where
are you going?” I ask, starting to feel the craving
of the rest of my body, after his slow loving.
He smiles wide, his face looking excited and
mischievous, “I’m off to pick Blackberries!”
Chuckling to himself, he leaves. Rolling my eyes,
I rest, and allow my lover to go off, to pick
Blackberries.
To Be Continued…
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