Whistling Through the Wheatfield Part Three
I remember the field. Being with you there. Laying on piled clothes on the black soil. Your hair tickling my forehead while I kissed you deeply. Your eyes closed as you concentrate upon that kiss, your energy returning as your senses come back to you from a body-wrenching series of orgasms. My hard cock still tingles from where your cool hand traced along it. I still haven't cum for you, but I promise to if you want to continue tonight. My gratitude for your attention is such a powerful force that I just want to pleasure you over and over in any way you desire. And since this moment hasn't ended yet, I'd really like to conjure some more orgasms from you.
So far I haven't paid your breasts the attention they deserve. Mmmmmm, they look so good especially with the sweat glistening in the soft moonlight. I bring my hands closer, lightly fingering the swells of the sides of your breasts. I continue to kiss you with my eyes closed while my hands create a map in my mind of how they look. The heat, the sensual texture of the skin, the varying firmness in different areas of each breast, that subtle difference in size from one to the other...all of these things go onto my mental map as I memorize you. I listen to your breathing, feel when you move your body to press into my palms, sense the spikes in intensity of your kissing. These things tell me where your sweet tits are the most sensitive, the way you like them to be played with in your present mood. Mmmmm, these are a couple of the secrets to being a better lover, to attune myself to you and your pleasure. But back to the live action again...
My fingers tease across nipples hard from both pleasure and the slight chill to the summer night air. I suck a little at my fingertips to make them slippery and then proceed to tug at your throbbing nipples one by one. The slick pulling causes wet popping sounds in the stillness. I can feel your tongue exploring my mouth, a moan in your throat as you kiss me in a long series of passionate mouthings. My palms are gripping at your full breasts now, squeezing, kneading, stroking. Mmmmm, I love your precious breasts!
I bring my head down, hearing you suck in air between your teeth at the precise moment I suck your left nipple into my hot mouth. Tonguing you so softly as my hands play across your hips. I love the way your nipple feels in my mouth, slightly rubbery, hot, pulsing with excitement. But most of all, I enjoy your excited reaction to my sucking. A few more seconds and then I leave the wetness to the cool breeze as I focus on your right. Another little gasp as I may contact with your nubbin in my mouth, your flexed thighs with my hands. I smile with my mouth full. Fingers swirl in little rune shapes across your hot thighs. You twist a little bit from all the attention, slightly-frustrated, wanting more.
And then I feel your hotspot beneath my fingertips. The inviting wet heat of your succulent womanhood beckons me inside of you. I move the soft, padded edge of my middle finger along your wet slit. I'm just teasing you a little by sliding along the insides of hot, wet lips that are plump with engorged excitement. I slowly tease the very top with a tender touch, coaxing your clit out from hiding, not actually touching it yet, dragging out the moment of anticipation. Your hips move a little more wildly, thinking that if my fingers won't touch your lovely button then you will attempt to grind against my finger if you can. I don't wish to tease you, just build a little excitement. And then...and then...and then it happens...