I've been dreaming about the feel of his big hands against my bare skin; those arms wrapping around me with his chest pressed against mine. I wanted him this morning, and have kept wanting him the whole day. He just ignored my advances...now it makes sense - dinner, and wine, then a long walk with my eyes covered, the fruit, the blanket...such a romantic surprise. He wasn't ignoring me, he was planning, down to the last detail. That bastard, he's good. I guess taking off my panties in the restaurant bathroom earlier worked to his advantage...he has me spread across the ground, my dress up over my waist...
He slid his fingers against my lips then forced them into my mouth. I found myself enjoying the mixture of the fruit and his flesh against my tongue. He used his other hand to work his fingers between my legs, sliding in and out of my body, the same way he was sliding in and out of my mouth. I don't know how to explain the sensation, the way he was pleasing me, eager to satisfy and please me in ways I had never imagined possible - his hands, his fingers, his tongue, his lips... stimulating all of my buttons at the same time.
I was shocked at how turned on I was; him watching me writhe in pleasure. I wanted his dick inside me, his fingers weren't enough. I wanted it so bad; my body was pulsing and throbbing...I needed him to stop playing with me and start thrusting in me.
I teased at it with my feet at dinner, letting him know what I wanted when we were done and it seems I got my point across. This whole time, I thought I was seducing him when he already had all this planned. It's funny how the hunter can become the prey. I just pray he takes his time and enjoys the fruits of his labor.
He was top of me, taking his time, kissing the side of my neck sending chills across my skin and heat flashes between my legs. He was over me and positioned himself to enter me, I couldn't believe how hard he was, the tip of his dick parted my body as he entered me ever so slowly...I felt his body sink into mine and heard a moan slip past his lips. The muscles in his back tighten as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into my body. I guided him, he was so hard, it felt so thick, as it slid past my fingertips and into my wet body, I felt my body tremble. His dick felt so hot, the deeper he went, the more I melted from the fire of his touch. Between my legs felt full, yet, I still wanted him deeper; closer to me.
With each pleasurable stroke, he sent shivers screaming through my body. Slow and easy then fast, deep and hard. He spent, what felt like forever, pulling himself out of me, stopping at the tip, then crashing into my body like the ocean, crashing against itself. I felt like one with him, the motions he was making with his body were being met by mine as if it was a dance. Our harmony sent waves of emotion through me. Every movement he made, registered on my face. We were lost in each other and I didn't want to be found...ever.
