The small talk is over. We are in the bedroom. We both know what we are here for. We are on the bed, naked, facing, embracing. My prick is hard, trapped between our two bellies. VERY hard. HE knows what we are here for. Your nipples are also hard, boring into my chest. And your cunt is wet. SHE knows what we are here for.
I roll you onto your back and kiss you, gently, on the mouth. I trace the outline of your lovely face with my fingertips, from temple to chin. Then up to your mouth. I trace the outline of your lips. Gently, so gently, I caress your eyebrow, then your ear, then back to your chin. Down, along your throat to what my mother always called, your salt-cellar, the notch where your collar bones meet. Along the collar bone to your shoulder, then down the front of your shoulder to where your armpit begins. Gently round the side-swell of your right breast, beneath it, up the enticing valley between your tits, rising and falling as your breathing quickens. At last. The nipple. I trace the puckered surround, then take the stiff bud and roll it between my fingers.
My resolve, to only touch you with my fingertips, breaks and I lean forward to take the other nipple between my lips, drawing it into my mouth, teasing the very tip with my tongue. You moan softly, the first sound either of us has made since entering the room. I have broken my self-imposed rule. I move my mouth to yours for another kiss, deeper this time and transfer my exploring, pathfinder fingers to the left nipple, wet with my saliva.
Your left hand, trapped between our bodies, gropes for and finds, my throbbing erection. Your fingers circle the shaft as I bend to suck your right nipple.
'Hold it, squeeze it.' Says my mind. 'But don't wank it, not yet.'
You seem to read my mind and simply hold tight onto my organ, making only tiny movements. I trace each rib, back and forth, then down to the indentation of your navel. Over the soft swell of your belly and my fingers are where your sparse, trimmed sex-hair begins. Again I deny myself, and you, by moving sideways to the point of your hip. I resist the temptation to travel the shallow valley of your groin, and move instead down the front of your thigh. I can only reach as far as your knee, so the return journey begins. Up the inside of your thigh to the warm, moist place between your thigh and your outer cunt-lip. You moan again and spread your legs, inviting more.
Not just yet. My fingers move up along this valley. Across the little forest of your pubes and down the valley on the other side. Now back between the inner and outer lips of your sex to the junction where your clit waits. I make it wait a little longer, travelling back between the lips on the other side, down until the pad of my finger caresses the tight pucker of your anus.
You buck up towards my searching fingers, hungry for rougher treatment. But not just yet. I roll you over onto your front. I kiss your neck and shoulders. I run my fingers down the groove of your spine and into the valley between your buttocks, gently over your rosebud.
"Please." You whimper. "Touch me."
I push my middle finger deep inside your cunt. Hot. Wet. Gaping. Drawing out the juice, I transfer my finger to your arsehole. You resist at first, then relax and my finger enters as far as the second knuckle. You moan again. I put my finger back into your cunt, now the pad of my thumb is pressed firmly against your arsehole. I reach forward with my index and ring fingers, trapping your clit between the fingertips, and rub. Within seconds you climax, crying out in your passion, pressure relieved at last.
I roll onto my back, allowing you space and time to recover from your come. But you turn towards me, propped on one elbow. I raise the fingers that have been at your cunt, to my mouth, and suck off your juice. You smile, lean forward and kiss me, tasting yourself on my lips.
It's my turn now. My turn for relief. You don't hesitate to head straight for my prick with your mouth. You kiss the tip, then lick away the bead of moisture there. You kiss along the underside of the shaft, along the thick ridge to where it runs between my balls. You kiss and lick my balls, then take each one in turn into your mouth, swirling them with your tongue. Back now up the shaft to the tip, mouth open this time, wet lips and tongue-tip exploring. You take the tip of my prick between your lips and engulf it. Just the tip. Swirling it as you did my balls. Then you take it deep, to the back of your throat. You release me slowly until just the tip is in your mouth. You pull down the skin on the shaft with your fingers, at the same time pushing with your tongue until the foreskin peels back from the knob. Now the raw tip is in contact with your tongue and inner cheeks.
I can't take much more of this, my spunk is demanding release. You sense my need and suck hard, wanking the shaft at the same time. I roar as the spunk erupts, warm, thick, salty, into the back of your mouth. You swallow each spurt, as though you were swallowing oysters. You keep me there until the last drop has slid down your throat, then crawl up the bed to kiss me on the mouth with spunky lips.
***
You lie on your front, raised up on your elbows, as though you were sunbathing. You study my face, questioning. My mind answers;
'Yes, there is more, just let me get my breath back.'
You read my mind again and relax, letting your face rest on the pillow. Now I can see all the way down your back, to the saucy upthrust of your buttocks. Lovely arse, demanding my attention. I raise myself up and you move to roll onto your back, but I stop you. I started at the top of your front with my fingers, now I am going to start at your bottom, with my lips. I am going to make love to your delectable arse.
I move your legs apart and lie down between them, my face over your bottom. I place a kiss on each cheek. Tender, closed lip kisses. Butterfly kisses. I cover everywhere with kisses, finishing at the prominent bone at the top of your valley. I pull the cheeks apart, revealing the pink/brown lozenge of your anus. With closed lips, this also is kissed. You push up from the bed, revealing the other hole. Much larger, gaping. Wet with your juices and begging for attention.
Again I tease you. I kiss my way up your spine until I am able to kiss the nape of your neck. My weight is on you, I am lying on your back. The knob of my fully recovered prick is tantalisingly close to your entrance. I could just... No, not yet. I lift my weight from you and turn you onto your back. Now I can shower your face with kisses until, drawn by the treasures down lower, I kiss my way down your throat to your lust-swollen tits. Each receives the full 'lips' exploration. All the time my mouth is closed, I am kissing you just with pursed lips. Even when I reach your pebble-hard nipples does my mouth stay closed. Just the lips. Only the lips.
I sense your impatience. You're ready to be fucked aren't you? Well, I too am feeling the need for further release. Soon. I quickly move my face to the apex of your thighs, you spread them impossibly wide, all of your being is centred on your gaping, dripping, hungry cunt. I lower my face to it, my tongue snakes out to collect your nectar. Then I hesitate. Would you be able to tell if I just used my lips? I seek out your tiny love-bud and press my lips against it. You howl with pleasure as, at last, your centre gets the attention it has been craving. I rub your clit just with my closed lips. I am not sucking you off, nor licking your cunt. I am wanking you with my lips.
