Lilly had a strong will to be pleasing and to be pleased. She had long learned her body was very reactionary, to the point of hyper-orgasmic more often than not, when she was fully in the moment. Once, a long time ago, she had learned to lay with a man and feel nothing - no matter what he did - and it left her feeling...nothing. She hadn't liked that feeling of nothingness. She began to explore her own body and learned from her very first orgasm she liked the heady sensation she got when she released. She had ultimately become addicted to orgasms; first hers, then his. Because she could cum so easily, many of her former lovers relished the power they felt in being able to 'make her cum' repeatedly. They had been fools though. They were not making her cum as much as she was letting herself orgasm. She had even learned to orgasm by means of giving a blowjob. She couldn't understand why it had taken her so long to learn how to do this. It became a way she could get what she wanted without waiting for a man to MAYBE provide her with a release. Yes, Lilly had learned how to orgasm so well, it had become too easy. She had forgotten how to enjoy the feeling of pleasure in her focus to experience orgasmic bliss. His goal was to help her re-learn pleasure.
Lilly watched from the thick, sheepskin rug as her lover placed another log on the fire. The chill in the air was beginning to fade and she could feel the warmth from the flames moving across her skin. She used to feel uncomfortable being nude in front of him; her body was different from how it had been so many moons ago. Her ample breasts were heavy without the support of a bra, or his hands. They were softer than they used to be. Her dark nipples were still formidable and always hard, protruding. They always grew great attention from him when he was feeling playful. Her hips and ass were full and round, accentuating her womanly figure, which he adored. Her stomach was not flat as it had been when she was in her 20's or even in her early 30's, but he always made sure she knew he adored that part of her, too. His attention to her wants and needs often amazed her. He had this uncanny ability to sense things about her, about her body... to be able to teach her.... "Teacher," she thought to herself, "Yes."
He finished stoking the fire and turned to look at her lying there. He drew his eyes across her tanned body and rested them on hers. He could be softened so quickly by her eyes, but tonight he felt a surge of deviousness. He picked up the small bag he had brought home, pulling out the onyx, silk mask. She didn't say a word as he lowered himself down to her. He kissed her tender lips and placed the mask over her eyes, reaching behind her head to secure it. He let himself enjoy the feeling of her long and silky brunette hair. He enjoyed seeing her like this. She was a ball of sensual tension. He ran his hands over her lips and down to her shoulders. Her nipples were erect, as usual, and he let his fingers graze over them, resisting giving them a firm tweak just yet. She was biting her bottom lip in anticipation and he wanted to bite it, too. So he did.
Lilly felt his lips hover over hers before feeling his mouth take over. He deepened the kiss, taking her bottom lip between his teeth as his hands moved to lift her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers. He caught her breath in his as she felt the presence of his body closing in. The mask heightened all her senses. Everything she could not see she was able to feel. She felt the texture of his hands as they slipped to her back, and then felt the weight of him as he led her down into the suppleness of the rug's tufts. She was sinking into it; the natural lanolin of the sheep's wool was soft, and he was hard. God, he was so hard. His body fell between her legs so she couldn't close them. "Aaaah, this again," she reminisced. His mouth continued to explore along her jawline and neck, to her décolletage. His hands moved downward from her breasts, making room for his mouth to continue to taste her fresh skin, as his fingers searched out the sensitive bud between her legs. She could feel every bit of pressure he was applying, with his body, with his kisses, with his searching fingers. She could feel the pressure building within her as well. When he finally found her flowering bud, she wanted to give in to its pleasure. He was not as firm with it as she had expected him to be. He began to lightly tap at it with his heavy fingers. The tapping was unyielding, and she could feel the rush of blood making her clitoris swell and increase in sensitivity. She was relishing this feeling, the gradual increase in pressure from his ministrations, the feeling of her flower blooming as her legs were spread open to him, and from her growing need to reach that first release.
He brought his face up to hers once more, kissing her lips. He reached around to grab a handful of her hair, pulling it back to expose her throat. He loved her throat as much as any other part of her. His cock had slid down its tight way so many times... he was getting hard thinking about it. He kissed her along her neck, knowing right where her carotid artery would be pulsing. A point sensitive to any pressure, he lightly sucked at it while his fingers continued to softly strike away at her clit. Her breathing was getting heavier. He could feel her pulse quickening under his lips. She was close. His fingers unclenched and retightened in her hair
How did he get her so close so fast? She knew his dominance was addictive. She loved the feeling of his fingers wrapped in her hair, pulling her into his will. But the damn teasing of her clit was ... Oh, there it was... that feeling.... "Teacher!" she said quickly.
He stopped the gentle attack on her clit. "Good girl," he whispered. He continued to hold her firmly. Her legs were spread and her body tense as he continued to kiss her neck. He let his fingers glide along the inside of her thighs and firmly grabbing one knee, pulled her legs open even further leaving her fully exposed. Her breath hitched and he devoured this escape of her submission. Pulling her head backwards, cradling it in his large hands, he guided downward onto the sheepskin and released her. She lay there, still spread and he could not subdue his own hunger any longer. He lowered himself between her legs until her sex was under his mouth.
