"Wait," he whispered.
His hand withdrew and he reached up and turned her around to face him. His hands rose to her shoulders and lifted the gown away from her body. He allowed it to fall off her arms. It pooled at her feet as she stood, totally exposed to his avid eyes. His hands started to roam over her body, sensitising her skin with his loving touch. He lifted the weight of her breasts in his palms, lifting the pulsing nipples to his waiting mouth.
Her knees felt week as he began to suck and lick the rounded globes of her breast. Sensations arrowed downward to the centre of her femaleness and she felt her body tense with delight. His hand again found her nub and his rhythmic ministrations caused her to lean back against the counter in order to achieve some support for the weakness she felt creep over her. Sensations built, swirling around her like fluffy clouds. His teeth nipped and bit her nipples causing them to extend even further. She felt the tenseness in her body respond to his touch and her sensations started to spiral upward. She knew that, should he continue, his tender ministrations would lead to a shuddering climax within short time.
She leaned back, supporting her upper body by stretching her arms backward. Her hands splayed outwards, arms stiffened. At the same time, her feet slipped forward, legs stiff, pushing her buttocks against the edge of the kitchen cabinet. Her legs remained spread as she surrendered to the lustful invasion of her flesh. his fingers plunged and retreated, causing her sensations to soar higher and higher.
Her breathing was laboured and heaving, as though she had just finished a strenuous game of tennis. The emotions raging within her stirred by his electrifying lovemaking. As he sucked and licked, her eyes watched his mouth and tongue leave wet swirls over the swollen tautness of her breasts. She threw her head back, eyes closed, as the start of her peaks began.
He felt the tremors of her tummy muscles as she soared high and free. He knew that her orgasm was fast approaching. He wanted, with all his heart to taste her juices as she fell from the heights and so he quickly moved his mouth from her breasts and let his lips slide seductively downwards, across her belly button and onward to the cleft between her legs. He knelt quickly and his lips and tongue found the hardness of her nub.
Her eyes flew open, surprised and yet delighted. His tongue beat a tattoo against her nub, causing the sensations to soar higher and higher. Her pelvis tilted, making her womanness fully open and available to his sweeping and plunging tongue.
Suddenly, she was there. Explosions and volcano spurtings racked and rocked her body. She shuddered and screamed as she entered the maelstrom of pure sensation. Her cleft sought out his mouth as his fingers imprisoned her spasming depths. She felt her climax cause her wet cave to clutch convulsively at the rigid fingers buried within her. The spasms reached upward and her nipples tingled with wanton abandon.
His movements stilled, as he allowed her fall from the peaks of emotion to continue, unchecked. His consideration caused tears to mist her eyes and she knew that she wanted him to plunge his hardened member deep inside her. He stayed still, allowing her climax to pass, then he gently removed his fingers from her body, planted a soft kiss on her triangle of hair and stood up. He reached over and pulled her into his arms. His lips settled over hers and he kissed her, tenderly, without demand.
"Oh!" she sighed, "that was good."
"I'm glad," he replied, "I've wanted to do that to you for so long."
"Now, it is your turn," she said, reaching down and taking hold of his hardness through his pants.
"We can't," he said, "I don't go around doing this sort of thing as a habit. I never carry protection."
"Yes, we can," she replied, "I'm not letting you leave 'til you've filled me with this. I'm not likely to fall pregnant and I know that you don't mess around, so we're safe."
She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. She was totally confident, now. She knew that he would not be able to resist lying with her and filling her with his hard rod. She felt her insides twitch with anticipation. He stood, uncertain, at the end of her bed. She stepped up to him and started to kiss him hungrily.
His arms went around her and she felt his body tremble with restrained passion. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, slipped her hands inside and felt the smooth skin of his body. Their lips dueled, in a frenzy of arousal. She reached down and loosened his belt then reached for the zipper and pulled it slowly downward. His pants slipped slowly down his legs. She reached for his hot hard flesh, through the thinness of his jockey briefs. His rod pulsed in her hand.
"I need you," she whispered, as she drew his underpants down over his tense buttocks.
He let her go and quickly stripped. She watched him, desire flooding from every pore. She could not wait for him to enter her and bring them into union.
She felt her hot juices flooding once more. Falling backward, she landed on her soft bed. She spread her thighs and beckoned him with her hands.
"Fill me," she ordered. She arched her back, tilting her womanness upward in a gesture of wanton submission.
He could not wait any longer. Desire coursed through his veins. The offer was unmistakable. He swallowed, and moved onto the bed. He positioned his knees between her widespread thighs. Her hand reached between them, grasping him softly, guiding him to her waiting cave. He dropped onto outstretched arms and his hips swiveled backward, ready for the first embracing thrust. Their eyes met in a gaze of utter arousal and unity of purpose. He began to move downward, the tip of his swollen organ brushing her lower lips with gentle abandon. His eyes closed.
As he reared to enter her, he heard a loud sound of music coming from the open window. He turned, at the moment prior to entry, to see the source of the music. Opening his eyes, he saw the glow of the clock radio and heard the music that had woken him up. He slumped back, grasping his pillow tightly and recalled his sweet dream. He lay inert, waiting for the fever to subside before rolling over and leaving his bed. His fantasy was incomplete. He would never admit to anyone that he would have wished that the dream was actually reality.
