Straddling my lap she removed my shirt most of the way, so that my arms were lightly trapped in the sleeves. Holding me there like that, feeling the warmth of her body so close to mine, the smell of her scent stronger with proximity, my body ached with desire. Still she took her time, kissing me on my neck, raking the fingernails of her free hand lightly across my chest. Inch by agonizing inch she worked her way down; licking my nipples, biting my ribs, sucking on the flesh of my hips. Finally she pulled my shirt all the way off, and kneeling in front me she finally paid some attention to my manhood.
My living room was only lit by the reflection from the monitors in my office and the occasional flash of lightening, but for what she was doing I needed no lights. I could see the tinge of blue highlighting her hair as her head started to ever so slowly move up and down. All I could feel was the wet warm softness of her mouth, the hotness of her tongue, enveloping me a fraction of an inch a second. Little by little her tempo increased, causing my hips to react in time with her movements. Every so often she would pause, and I could feel her breath, as she would pull one of my balls into her mouth, between the heat of her mouth, and playfulness of her tongue she drove me to the edge of my control. Then she would start all over again, increasing her speed.
Eventually she stopped, both of us flushed, and breathing heavily. She pushed me down, so that I was lying on the couch, and she slowly straddled my head with her legs. I could see her breasts, still heaving, over her stomach and her neatly trimmed mound. Her scent, soft and musky, filled my nasal passages, and my mouth watered to taste her. I pulled her hips down to my waiting mouth and my tongue got to repay the favor. She rested her hands on the arm of my couch, as I proceeded slowly to kiss, and gently nibble the outer areas. My hands never let up from the downward pressure, pulling her to me. As my tongue started to invade her more sensitive areas, I could hear her breath coming in quicker, and shallower. Her hips slowly grinding on my mouth, as the muscles in her thighs tensed. Quicker and quicker, her breath matched the need for release of the pent up desire inside her. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she urgently, now, worked her pelvis. My tongue was darting in and out of her, flickering across her engorged clitoris. And suddenly her whole body went tight, and for just a second, her breathing stopped, and then she very softly let out a deep moan of satisfaction, expressing without words the pleasure she felt. I could feel her muscles relax under the gentle pressure of my hands.
With deliberate slowness, she slid down my body until I could feel my hardness pressing against her. In one achingly slow movement she impaled herself fully on me, her breath whispering in my ears. The heat of her surrounded me; surely she must have felt my pulse, throbbing inside her. And again, her movements were slow and deliberate. She moved herself all the way up so that I was barely insider her. There was a brief pause, and then down again, agonizingly slow, little by very little, until I was so deep inside her I was pushing on her internal walls. Every full stroke brought a slight increase in speed, gathering momentum. I could feel her breasts sliding lightly across my chest, her nipples hard, pushing against my skin. Her breathing came quicker, now, matching the tempo of our bodies. Little moans of pleasure, mine or hers, I can't say. Our sweat allowed her body to slide freely on top of mine.
Without warning she suddenly stops her movements, and sits up, raises herself just a bit letting me fall out. A slight moan of protest escapes my throat, just as she grabs my manhood and directs it to the other entrance. She lowered herself down, a bit at a time. She would flinch with a sharp intake of breath, stop her movement and force herself to relax. When she became comfortable with that much, she would lower herself further until the discomfort returned, and the relaxation process would occur again. The sensations were warmer and tighter, more than I could have imagined. When she had worked herself all the way down; a low, almost animal-like growl of pleasure, longing, and lust vibrated from deep inside her body. A smile of intense pleasure graced her features like nothing I had seen her display before. It excited me, urged me to continue. That smile begged me to forge ahead, assured me that she was alright. It hinted of things to come. If a picture was worth a thousand words, that one smile spoke volumes. The muscles that engulfed me clenched briefly, and it sent electric shivers through my body. She began to move, not slow this time. She moved as if there were a fire burning within her that only I could put out. She was rocking her hips, and sliding upon my abdomen, grinding down on my stomach muscles. She was panting so hard and fast, I worried she might hyperventilate. The pressure within me built, and the all-to-familiar buzzing in my nether regions signaled the impending fountain of release. Together we climaxed in a sweaty, noisy, heaving heap.
We lay there for a time, entangled limbs and soft kisses. Our breathing slowed as the sweat dried on our spent bodies. After a brief while, she got up used the lavatory, and put the duster back on. She kissed me on my forehead, smiled and sailed out the door. Sometimes it is nice to be needed, and yet, I knew the next visit was up to me, and I already had my plan.
