The look he gave me was a familiar one. It was barely contained desire that looked out at me. I smiled even brighter. I felt my cheeks burn, and he moved himself toward me as I sat on the bed. He knelt down, and looked up at me. Again, our lips came together. Our tongues pushed and slid against each other, taking on a life of their own. The desire between us was a living beast.
His hands came up, under my shirt. His cool fingers ran lightly over the flesh of my breasts. His hand lifted each one, then pushed away the bra. His fingers rolled over my nipples with firm, gentle strokes. He was somewhat hesitant, though. I thought that perhaps he feared I would turn his hands away at any moment. I brought my hands up under his shirt, and explored his tender flesh and taught muscles. The down of his hair tickled my fingers. I pulled away from the kiss to put my lips on the softness of his skin. I ran my tongue over his belly, and moved up to his chest. I circled each of his nipples. I lapped at his skin. I wanted to taste all of him.
His hands were much more aggressive when the petty nuisance of shyness finally deserted us. I curled my body into his hands. Wherever his fingers traced, I arched up to meet them. I moaned softly. The already wet lips between my legs throbbed. I ached for his touch. Every sensation caused the hunger and the need in me to grow. His fingers slid down, caught the hem of my skirt, and found their way back up my thighs. His fingers slid over the moist flesh between my legs, and came to my pussy. I spread my legs slightly. His fingers teased the flesh of my labia. He slightly parted the lips, and gently ran his finger over the damp crevice. He pulled away from me.
He pulled my shirt and bra over my head. I released him from the confines of his pants. I pulled off all the material that had covered his penis. I took his penis into my hand. I ran my fingers over the head and then down the shaft. He let a sigh escape. It turned into a growl as I circled his cock and squeezed. Tiny, clear drops came to the head. I put my tongue to the salty liquid and ran my tongue over the head of his penis. My lips barely touched him. I tasted all of his cock. I wanted to know him now as I once used to. His penis strained at each lap of my tongue. His hands softly dug their way into my hair. He urged me to put my mouth over his cock. I felt the electric shock of thought, "Now." I smiled. I put my lips around his penis and let him pick the rhythm. He slowly thrust the length of it into my mouth, then came right back to the edge, where just the head was still buried in my mouth. In and out, that beautiful cock slid. I felt the swollen flesh touch the back of my throat. I felt him slide it in and out of my mouth.
I broke away from his penis. We stripped quickly. I came up behind him, and slowly licked his back. I put my hands around him, and stroked his penis. He let out another of his delicious sighs. I bit him in a gentle tease. He turned back to me, and wrapped his arms around me. My breasts pressed into his chest. His eyes looked directly into mine, and he imparted so much of his feelings into my mind. He turned me around. He pushed me onto the bed. His knees spread my legs. His penis nudged at my pussy. The first pain was short and soon I matched his rhythm. He pushed me away slightly. He caressed the skin of my ass with his fingers turned inward. He gripped the flesh, then released. His fingers danced at the edge of my anus. The wetness from my pussy had seeped into that hole, too. He smeared the wetness over his finger, and slid his finger into the anus. This sensation intensified the desire throughout my body. I could feel my pussy tighten around his cock each time he slid into me. His fingers matched the pace he set with his penis.
The rhythm steadily increased. The heat and the wetness, the strokes, in and out... Over and over, he thrust into me. The power of our coupling opened the floodgates of that wonderful sensation just before orgasm. I reveled in that ebb and flow of shocks that started somewhere deep inside of me. As if he sensed the approach, he increased his force. A growl escaped his lips. Somewhere inside me, I heard him tell me, "Cum now." A final wave of ecstasy washed through me. This time, it crested in an orgasm. My pussy clenched and released, clenched and released, and cycled through a dozen spasms. With one more, I felt the warmth, the slippery, the jerking of his orgasm. This sent another wave of ecstasy through my body. My orgasm continued through his last thrusts.
We laid on the bed and faced one another. Our hands explored flesh. Our lips came together, our breath slowed, and yet desire still lingered between us. Our night was still young, and there was a lot for us left to do. I curled up in his arms and breathed in the mingled scent of us. I smiled. I was home in his arms, at last.
