As I melt back into reality and open my eyes, I turn my head to the French doors. I see you standing there watching me in my nakedness, a smile of pure indulgence spread happily across your handsome face. You move into the room and kiss me hard on the lips, holding me to you in reassurance of your affections. Sitting down on the chesterfield, you pull me onto your lap and rock me gently, soothing me back to wakefulness. It is so good here with you. You have affection for me, and I love you, I smile to myself as I turn my face into your neck kissing you softly there. Your skin is warm from the sunlight and you smell fresh from the garden air that you have been walking in. Reaching into your shirt pocket you pull out a sprig of jasmine and press it to my nose, you know I cannot resist the heady perfume. I watch your eyes and my heart flutters at your obvious delight in my enjoyment of my senses.
Cupping your face in my hands, I pull your face down to meet mine, my lips dragging across yours in a silent invitation for you to open to me. Sucking your tongue into my mouth, we savour the taste of each other as our tongues dance, my fingers threading into your hair and holding you against me, my breasts pressed firmly against your chest. You taste of honey and lemon, sweet yet sharp, quintessentially you, a perfect combination of contrasts to satisfy even the most discerning palate.
The sunlight is streaming into the library through the French doors behind me. It hits my back as I slide down your lap and onto the floor to kneel between your knees. I sigh as the sun warms me through to my bones and reflects off my pale skin. My hair falls forward over my shoulders and drapes itself like a golden curtain over your thigh. You reach out to touch it and I watch as it flows through you fingers like shot silk. Smiling, I reach my hands up and slowly undo the buttons of your shirt, one by one, before sliding a hand inside to explore the texture of your chest. The firm male nipple that brushes against my fingertips grows tighter at my touch and you sigh as I bend to kiss it. My tongue snakes out and tastes the saltiness of your skin. I reach for your belt and you watch as my nipples tighten in building excitement.
I undo your belt and tug on it to free it from your jeans. Carefully I roll it up and place it discretely on the floor by my knee. Impatiently I pop the first button of your black 501's, the backs of my knuckles grazing against your belly and the crisp hair there. Sliding my hands into the waistband of your jeans you allow me to remove them by raising your hips so I can ease them down over your muscular legs and off to be pushed to one side and forgotten, there are more important things to be considered.
I run my hands up over your chest to your shoulders and push your shirt off, exposing you to my gaze. You are so lovely to look at; my eyes drink in my fill of you, storing you away for treasuring later. I rub my cheek across your chest, my hair sweeping over you, smooth and cooling as I kiss my way down your belly. I nuzzle my nose in your springy curls at the juncture of your thighs and inhale deeply the rich fragrance of your arousal. I can differentiate between the clean smell of soap and the muskiness of your skin. I close my eyes and experience you with my other senses. The velvety skin of your cock slides easily under my tongue as I slide it down over the outside of your shaft to your balls. Sucking a testicle into my mouth, it rolls around my mouth easily like a ripe plum over my tongue. Pulling my head back gently and tugging on it, I hear you moan quietly as I suck gently on you. I let you go and blow forcefully onto your damp skin, fascinated by the contractions and rippling reaction on your scrotum, so amazing to watch. Raising my eyes to yours, I smile at you as I wrap my fingers around your swollen shaft and watch as you nod your consent to me. As I bow my head to you, a pearly drop of life oozes out of you and compels me to taste it. Quickly flicking it up with the tip of my tongue I savour its tang, then bending lower lick the swollen head of your prick, around and around and up under the rim of the glans, swirling the wet roughness of my tongue across your smoothness. I feel you quiver as I enjoy you. I so want to please you well.
You let me suck you with abandon. My mouth sheaths you like a scabbard, my throat swallowing your pulsating cock, deeper and deeper you go until you may go no further. My enjoyment of you is obvious. You touch the side of my face with the back of your hand, my signal to stop. I comply immediately. You know me well, you know what I want just as you know what I need, you are incredible lover, I can feel your affection for me. I reach for your coiled leather belt at my knee. Smiling, I hand it to you knowing full well what you will use it for. You nod to me and I lie myself face down across your knees and wait. You uncoil the belt and grip the buckle and the free end in your palm and wrap it around the back of your hand once so that the loop of the belt is protruding out from under your thumb and forefinger. You grab the head of the loop and snap the belt together with a satisfying clap near my ear; I tremble with anticipation at the sound the leather striking leather makes.
I feel you raise your arm and hear as you bring the belt whooshing down to strike me across the buttocks with a crack. The sting is incredible, sending sensations ricocheting through my body as my breath hisses between my teeth. You raise your hand to me again, and again I hear the whoosh of the belt before it connects with my flesh. The sound of the leather on leather against my soft flesh is as deafening as it is stinging; my buttocks are red with the effects of the two strokes. The arousal it causes is overpowering in its intensity. You continue to strike me with your belt, moving slightly each time until you have covered all the flesh on my buttocks and it is glowing pink to your satisfaction. You spread your legs wide and reach between your thighs to caress my cunt from beneath me, telling me, "now sweet baby." After all the sensations you have subjected my body to, it is no wonder that I convulse immediately under your hand as you bring the belt down across my red buttocks yet again. I cry out my release as you continue to spank me and stroke me, shuddering across your knees with the force of my orgasm. You know exactly how to please me; you pleasure me so well.
Your hands grip me tightly around the waist as the final convulsions of my orgasm subside and you lift me to sit me in your lap again. Twisting me around, you have me facing the French doors and the beautiful view into your garden. You raise my hips slightly and sheath yourself in me, filling me again as you have so many times before. Your warm hands slide across my belly and up to cup my breasts; my nipples rock hard and aroused by your touch. The forefinger and thumb of your left hand encircles the nipple of my left breast, your favourite one, and you squeeze it gently. Rolling it between your fingers with more pressure, I gasp as you pinch the nipple of the other breast with your right hand, and all the while, you are rocking your hips backwards and forwards stirring delicious sensations throughout my body.
