I run my fingers slowly and subtly down your neck, breathing from your mouth and sipping my own honey from your lips. You offer me your neck as you wrap my waist in your embrace. Your breathing gradually deepens as my hands run down your chest in a caress that lingers at the edge of your hips and then rises again down your back to rest on your shoulders. You breathe in the scent of my neck, and my hands move again; this time, they caress the nape of your neck and return to your cheeks, your jaw, and your cleft chin.
I cover your eyes with my scarf and proceed to undress you. As if they were only caresses, I move down your arms to remove your open shirt while my tongue, playfully and insinuatingly, runs over your neck, your chest, your navel, and your lower abdomen. I feel your breathing intensify, and a warm bulge beneath your belt makes its way, throbbing, under your clothes. I untie your belt and remove your pants and underwear. I caress your sex with my fingertips and gently press your glans in circular motions with my thumb. I hear your first moan and I smile. This is just the beginning, I whisper, and I see your pearly teeth smile mischievously as you stroke my hair.
I lay your face down and sit on your back while I massage your head, the nape of your neck, your shoulders, your shoulder blades. The touch of your body begins to arouse me, and a warm wetness nests on your back. You smile again. Is everything okay? you ask. Yes, I answer. You know me by now. You relax again as I move down your back and knead your buttocks, thighs, calves, and feet. I kiss your toes, and you moan again, more intensely. You turn around. I continue kissing your feet while I watch transparent, viscous drops fall from your member, igniting my thirst. I resist the urge to go and taste you immediately; instead, I slowly move up your body, massaging you.
I finally land on your pelvis. My massages become caresses again but controlled by my nails. That subtle touch invades your entire hip area with a blanket of goosebumps. You spread your legs to give me space, amidst your laboured breathing. I rest the pad of my thumb on your perineum while the nails of my other hand caress your testicles, and finally, I wrap my fingers around your erection. I press and move my hand up the skin surrounding you. I relax the pressure and lower it again. I repeat the movement while my fingers moisten with the honey you release.
You instinctively bring your hand to your blindfold. You hesitate and finally keep them covered. You breathe with your mouth open, and the wetness of your tongue turns me on. I want to connect your wetness with mine, so I lick your glans and run my tongue over it. Your abdomen tenses, and you release all your breath in a deep, resounding gasp. You catch your breath in a ragged breath. You moan again. You stroke my hair, and with your hands, gently rhythmically indicating the pace you want me to follow.
I continue for a few moments until my own arousal interrupts me, and I moan. That's enough. You sit up and kiss me. Your hands move to my crotch, and you feel my wetness with your fingers. You position your member, and I take away your hand with mine. No, I smile, let me do it. You wrap your arms around my waist again, while I swing over you with my pelvis. Eventually, I catch you, and our wetness mingles as we become one.
Warm and soft, our bodies merge as I kiss your forehead and you kiss my breasts. You bite my nipples, and in response, I kiss your earlobes. I moan and sigh so close to your ear that you shudder, and another energy takes hold of you. You continue penetrating me when, between warmth and exquisite pain, my senses merge again. Your breathing becomes frantic and sonorous, and you penetrate me faster as you return to kissing and licking my nipples. My orgasm isn't over yet when yours begins. I tip you back and lie entirely on top of you as your semen conquers me and starts to flow from my vulva.
We both sigh. You remove the blindfold but keep your eyes closed. I contemplate your virile features, your broad forehead, your defined lips. I kiss you so lightly that my lips barely touch you. You smile and open your eyes. That was......Inspiring, I add. I curl up in the hollow made by your chest and arms, for my body.
Will we do it again?
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