I honestly have no idea if that was 2 minutes or 20. I just know that it felt incredible, and send sparks all over my body. I'm sure I'm dripping with desire. As if he read my mind, he hand suddenly moves down to my panties, and even from the outside he can tell how wet I am. His eyes sparkle and he whispers "Oh my, you're so wet. For me." I shake my head so he knows yes, this is a direct response to him, and how much he's turning me on. In one swoop, with one strong arm, he removes my panties completely. He may even have torn them; I don't know and truly don't care. I just need to feel him touch me. And oh, how he touches me. First soft and light, then a bit harder, running his thick finger up and down my slit, swirling around my clit. We can both hear how wet I am, and the smell of my arousal starts to perfume the air. Oh, his touch feels amazing. Soon he's teasing my entrance, around and around, then slipping in just the tip of his finger. Then around the entrance and back to my clit. The sensations are changing faster than my brain can register, so I just lay back and try to feel. I stare into his eyes and he stares into mine, except when he dips his head to suck on my breast and nipples. But he always comes back to my eyes. It's intoxicating, combined with the breast play and his fingers. Just when I think the teasing will kill me, he thrusts hard into me with first one, then two fingers. He again seems to know my body instantly, fucking me hard and deep the way I love. I can't keep quiet, and it's just not little murmurs anymore. I am moaning loudly, calling out to God, and making sure he knows just how fabulous he's making me feel.
My mind starts to drift to how badly I want to make him feel this good, but I pull myself back to enjoy the moment. I know there will be time to please him, and right now, I honestly believe all he cares about is my pleasure. I never really got that concept before. It's heavenly. The forceful thrusting continues, peppered with softer insertions, and exits to touch me everywhere. I can feel myself building. Oh, I hope it happens. It often doesn't, and I don't want him to be disappointed. Hell, I don't want to be disappointed. But this feels incredible, perfect, just right. Anything more is just a bonus. I try not to focus on cumming, even though my body is craving release. I urge myself to enjoy the sensations, the looks, the idea of being pleasured totally selflessly. And I (mostly) manage to do that. And then, when I least expect it, without having to work for it, without even any warning, it hits me like a freight train. A huge, full‐body orgasm that has me convulsing and screaming and seeing stars. Oh. My. God. That was like nothing else I've experienced. I feel cool, and like I'm floating. I feel utterly calm and totally energized. He has just given me the most powerful climax of my life. He leans down, kisses me sweetly, and says "That was a truly beautiful sight. Thank you." He's thanking me? I can't help it, I say it out loud: "You're thanking me???" He laughs, but not at me. He just smiles, nods his head, and kisses me again, then rolls on his side, pulls me to him, and wraps his arms around me as I burrow into him and enjoy the afterglow.
I stayed snuggled against him for I don't know how long, his one arm around me while the other hand makes soft and lazy trails on my body. My skin is always hypersensitive after an orgasm, so the feeling is exquisite. As my mind starts to refocus, I look up at him, and catch him looking down at me. We both smile. I hope the glint in my eyes reflects the naughty plans I have. If not, he'll know soon enough. I shift a bit so I have use of my arm. I start, very tentatively, exploring his body. His shirt and briefs are still on, though the shirt is unbuttoned. When did he take off his pants? Or his shoes? When did the buttons get undone? I honestly can't remember. I trace my finger slightly up and down his incredibly strong arms. Then across his chest. Then his abdomen. He's making little murmurs of pleasure, so I take that as a sign to continue. I lightly scratch through the hair around his groin. Oh, that elicits a bigger reaction. Good to know! I continue all around the clearly sensitive area, never quite touching his penis. I lightly caress his balls. Then I oh so lightly brush my hand across his head. I feel him jump. It makes me bolder. I now use the back of my hand on the length of him, back and forth, up and down, skin to skin with little pressure. His involuntary reflexes and sounds of enjoyment turn me on no end!
My touches become a little more forceful, more direct. I hold his penis in my hand softly, stroking it lightly before returning to the light touches all over. It becomes harder by the moment, and after another minute or two, I'm ready. I move to between his legs, asking him to scoot up the bed just a bit. I stare into his eyes for a moment, with what I hope is a sexy grin. He smiles, but clearly is waiting to see what will happen. Still maintaining sharp eye contact, I hold the base of his ever more rigid cock as I slowly lick up the shaft. Then down. Again and again, all around. His little moans spur me on. I use my tongue to circle his head. Oh, he likes that! Again. And again. Until, without any hint, I take him fully into my mouth. I use my tongue to swirl around, before I suck deeply. I tease him like this again and again, as he grows more vocal, and longer and harder in my mouth. I release him to again lick the shaft. We are still looking at each other, and he says "that feels amazing." I think I'll burst with pride, and my smile is as wide as can be. I lick and tease, this time adding his balls to the fun. Again, I find something he likes! Let's see what else...I lick the area beneath his balls. This gets me an "Oh, Baby, Yes!" I love that. It makes me so wet to see the pleasure in his face, and know I'm making him feel that. It's powerful and arousing, and quite possibly my favorite thing about sex. I again take him in my mouth, though now it's more difficult, he's grown so much. I begin to move my mouth up and down, while lightly fondling his balls. His eyes are now closed, head thrown back. I see he's enjoying it and I'm so fucking turned on!
After another few minutes, he blurts out "Stop!" I immediately fear I've done something wrong. Did my teeth get in the way? Did I get too forceful? But as he pulls me up his body, he says, "That feels way too good. I'm not ready to come yet." Ohhhhhhh. I'm lying on top of him now, and he's kissing me so passionately I forget where I am. Oh, can this man kiss! Our hands are roaming each other's hair and face and it's maddeningly fabulous. I could do this forever.
...
We met a few months ago, when I was at a conference in his city. He actually picked me up in the hotel bar. We had two amazing nights. When we said goodbye, we agreed it was a fling and we'd just enjoy the memories. We're both married, with very busy lives, 2600 miles apart in two different countries. But a few days after I got home, a text arrived. Could we please just chat? We did. Which led to emails, and eventually phone calls. These were particularly hard to arrange, given our lack of privacy in our own houses, and the time difference, but you'd be amazed what can happen in a car or a restroom at the office.
My birthday was coming up and - being me - I mentioned it. Well, more than once. I can't help it; I love birthday attention! To my disappointment, he didn't really react, so eventually I let it go. But then, two days before the big day, I got a package. The return address meant nothing; I figured it was from my mother in law, who loves to shop in unusual places.
Luckily, I was alone when I opened it. Inside the box within the box I found a bright pink egg-shaped vibrator with a very long, thin tail. "That's a strange shape," I thought. It doesn't seem like the tail would be very, uh...effective. Then I read the box. The tail, it turned out, was a Bluetooth antenna! This vibrator is meant to be controlled from afar, via a phone app. What??? There was no note, but something told me it was from Him. I guess the Internet really does have all my information available, including my address!
Not an hour later, I got a text asking if I'd had any surprises today. He was clearly tracking the package and knew it had been delivered. But I said, "No, why do you ask?" Hah! The three dots indicating he was replying showed, and then disappeared, and then reappeared. But nothing came through. He was not sure how to respond...and I was loving the little bit of torture I knew I was inflicting. Finally, a response: "Nothing?" I shot back "Well, I did get a gift in the mail. There was no note, but I assume it's from my mother in law. She's always sending things she finds on QVC." I'm evil...
