I Cannot Stop Thining About You

I implied that I would wait for your wishes but I cannot stop thinking about you.

The thought of you holding my head to direct my mouth, kissing your lips softly and then deeper, running my teeth along your lower lip and then gently nibbling the line of your jaw up to your ear, then down your neck. Feeling your pulse with my lips as you glide me down to your collarbone and then along the delicious curve of your breast.

Kissing, licking, sucking all around your ever-hardening nipple before you push my mouth onto it and I give it the full force of my attention and passion. Hearing you gasp loudly at this, and then moan as flick the top of your nipple with my tongue and my hands begin wandering of their own accord. I collect the hot smoky wetness from within you and glide it around the peak of your other breast, waiting for your hands to guide me there.

You wrap your fingers around mine and lead my hand down between your legs. As I continue to lick, and suck, and kiss, and nibble, and bite, and tongue your breasts, areola and nipple, making your breath catch and hitch and moan you guide my fingers.

Intertwined, you lead, showing me where and how you like to be touched, the pads of my fingers resting your fingernails as you massage yourself closer and closer to climax. It's harder to think with the pleasure emanating from your breasts - I move from one to the other, each nipple so engorged with blood and pleasure that they ache - and it catches you by surprise when i slip my fingers under yours, so my hand is the one resting against the triangle between your hips, my fingers sliding in and around your labia and clit. I take control, leaving your hand at first to hold yourself open, and then to clutch my hand when the first waves hit, then to driving your nails into the bedsheet as all the muscles from your thighs to your breasts locked up with the explosion inside you.

Your scream is primal, and my fingers go on and on until you think you'll pass out, hyperventilate, or just be overwhelmed with what you so quickly taught me how to do.

Finally it stops and you lie there, gasping, tingling all over, trying to catch your breath... and you feel my lips kissing their way down your abdomen, looking to replace my fingers in their appointed task.

The cool air conditioner breeze is almost painful on your too erect, too sensitive nipples and your pussy is throbbing. You're not sure if you can take more, but no part of your body or mind moves to stop me.

Kiss, lick down your abdomen, down your hip, across your thigh. Your clit is throbbing, and your minds knows you can't take much more but you hear a voice, yours you realize, begging me to do it again.

Following your moaned instructions I begin,

sliding the tip of my tongue against your inner thigh and tracing a line up to your deepest folds, collecting the pooled juices there with a long slow lick that just barely touches your inflamed nerves.

You shudder and hear me moan at the same time. The taste of you is overwhelming, addictive, and you feel my body tense between your legs. You know I want to devour you right now for my own need but this is about you. So I struggle and restrain myself and glide the tip of my tongue just along your labia, just enough to taste you and let you feel me.

My tongue is exerting little more pressure than my hot breath on you but given how sensitive you already are that's enough. The teasing, light gentle touch runs all around you, strengthening a little to push you open and get deeper, coaxing out that next climax like someone making friends with a wary animal. Finally it comes out, into reach, and my fingers move to hold you open while my tongue glides up and down you, pulling the pleasure up and out higher and higher until it washes over you, waves of warm and cold that leave you shuddering and gasping.

Then my mouth latches on to your neglected clit and flicks at it insistently, giving it the same treatment I gave your nipples earlier, and the gentle tide of the last orgasm becomes a tsunami of lust. Crashing over you. Knocking you flat. Breathing becomes labored around the need to moan and scream and cry out for me to stop and not stop, never stop.

Eventually it must.

You feel me lift my head and crawl up your body, taking a moment on the way to lick and kiss sensitive spots and watch your perfect gorgeous breasts heave and glisten while you try to recover from what I've done until I am nestled between your thighs, your legs spread, knees up to feel me inside you, with just the barest edge of my hard cock touching you, that would be ok?

You try to recover as I slide my tip back and forth across your inflamed sex, fanning the ache growing inside you for that cock to be buried in you, that's what you want? Or would that drive you mad?

Or should is thrust myself in, burying myself completely, filling you as much as I can, twitching back and forth to touch every erogenous spot I can find but not otherwise moving, would that be better?

In either case looking deeply into your eyes to see the haze of pleasure and lust there, waiting for you to give me the order to either let your rest as I feed you chocolate and wine or to fuck you madly.

My cock is twitching either at the smooth wet entrance you or buried as deep as it can go. What do you want? Halfway measures never work.

I slowly push all the way in, stay there immobile for a moment and the exit you, leaving the ache.

I lie beside you, my cock pressed against your thigh as I kiss you deeply. You taste yourself on me, and your tongue darts out to collect your own juices from my chin, which I then suck back off your tongue.

I pour us drinks and get the chocolate and strawberries. We toast, my hand resting on your thigh. I feed you a strawberry dipped in the wine and you smile at the taste, one glistening drop on your chin.

I lower the next berry between your thighs. It slips between your lips, is coated with your smoky taste. You shudder at the contact and smile as I bring the berry to my mouth and bite it in half, savoring the combination of flavors.

You put the wine down and grab my cock, strip off the condom as you lick your lips.

You see me shiver as you take hold of my cock and start kissing your way down to it. You return every delightful torment I visited upon you as you stroke my shaft, fondle my balls and run your nails along my inner thighs while teasing and sucking and licking my nipples

God do they ache, hard and erect in your mouth, twitching under your teeth. The most desirable pain.

Keeping me just on edge with your hands you lick your way down to my cock and then keep perfect eye contact as you flick the dribble of precum with your tongue. I wait for you to go further, to drop your mouth over my aching hardness but you don't.

Instead you reach into your bag and pull put your cock ring; bind up my erection and balls tightly enough that cumming isn't and option. I'm aching and moaning and you whisper "it just going to get better. You're going to scream the same way you made me scream." Then you flick the switch and the soft hum of the cock ring vibrator starts to drive me mad.

You run your mouth and teeth and tongue around the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh and lower. Every inch of me that could jump when nibbled is found and teased. You keep making eye contact with me past my aching erection, alternating the action and intensity of the ring to prevent any complacency.

Then you finally take me in your mouth, licking me all over first on the outside and then again when your lips at clamped around me and your mouth is so hot and wet with your tongue swirling around me. You can feel my pulse through the veins of my cock with your tongue and taste the salty flavor of what small amounts of precum escape.

And enjoy my calling your name whenever you increase the suction.

Only the spot inside you that has yet to feel my cock keeps you from doing this all night.

You hear me crying out as you

unroll a fresh condom over my cock with your fingernails. I gasp your name and you lean next to me, stroking my cock with those nails asking if I want you to fuck me.

Yes. Yes please.

Do you want to fuck my pussy

God yes please.

You nibble on my neck and whisper in my ear, asking if I want you to slip your tight hot pussy around my cock and I moan yes yes yes

Then your nails run down my balls and you ask if I remember tormenting you with keeping you right on edge with my cock in you not moving and I get quiet and nod.

You bite my ear and whisper into it how you remember that too so your now going to scratch that itch with my cock as long as you want while I stay tied up and unable to cum.

Oh you glorious witch. You beautiful sultry cruel wonderful...And then you are over me, around me. Riding back and forth you push yourself over me one inch at a time until I'm buried in you again. Right where I was before but this time you're rocking back and forth, sometimes tiny movements but they build to fast bucking with all of me sliding in and out.

I'm reaching out, running my hands along he curve of your ass, up the sensitive spots in the small of your back and the sides of your waist, down along your thighs and then back up to your breasts.

I'm moaning, half blind from the straining pleasure in my cock and balls but the touch of my hands on you has restored some sense of control and I'm able to get one hand down between your thighs and the other on your ass to slow you down, hold you more or less in place. You feel my left hand caressing your ass, my cock buried in you, my balls pressed against the lower curve of your buttocks, the vibrating cock ring sending waves through your body, and my right hand between your thighs, gliding through the deep wetness of your folds to find and stroke your clit.

The long delayed climax is a thunderbolt. You rock back and forth madly, pleasuring yourself on my hand and thumb and balls and cock, every sensitive spot around your hips is getting attention (save that one forlorn ass cheek which we will satisfy later) and you take in everything I can possible give you.

When you fall off of me you turn off the cock ring and slide it off of me, careful not to let me climax. You gently unwrap my balls, blue and throbbing and aching and so full they could burst.

You get ready to finish me off in your mouth, preparing to take the cover off so you can taste me exploding, and I pull gently your hair to stop you.

What else could I possibly want...

I roll of the bed and stand on unsteady feet.

My cock is rod straight and will explode at the slightest provocation.

I roll you over, your legs onto the floor, torso on the bed, ass in the air and I start oh caressing your curves. From the small of your back down to the end of your spine, teasing the erogenous zones there, and then down around your ass. You hear me moan as I touch you and look at you.

My other great weakness, the curve and look and feel of your derriere. So perfect. And you know this from watching me watch you in your tight skirt, sans panties, earlier in the evening.

You feel my palms glide over and around you, like I'm sculpting the perfection of you in clay. And then a playful swat to one cheek and then the other, and finally towards the middle. With each the impact rattles through your overused pussy.

After three or for more with you moaning at each I get on my knees behind you and start kissing and licking you. Spreading you slowly, collecting the juices from your pussy and pushing them upwards to help lubricate where I'm heading

I start rimming you firmly but patiently, moaning so you feel the vibration. It's all the sensation your pussy can manage and so strangely gentle that you cum again in a long slow release that has a single droplet of cum slip down your thigh, leaving a trail of cold fire behind it. I catch the droplet in my fingers and guide it back up to where I have been working, now wet with my saliva and your cum.

I stand and position my cock against your ass.

May I, I ask. Or do you want me to cum some other way. Because I can't take much more. You have undone me I need you to tell me where you want me.

You look back at me, meeting my eyes across the length of your perfect body and nod. Yes.

I grab your hips but hesitate. It's just I've never... I don't want to hurt...

Just go slow, you tell me, wiggling against me. The feel of my cock just almost inside you sends shivers through both of us.

I won't be able to. I'm so close.

So you smile and slide out from under my cock and stand up. Your hand reaches down and gently pulls the cover off my twitching erection as you tell me that later you'll get me hard again and teach me how a woman like to get fucked in the ass. You smile a deliciously curved smile as you say it, taking pleasure in the look on my face

But for now you tell me you are going to take me, all of me, in your mouth, your nails run across my balls as you speak, and you are going to do things to me I never imagined possible.

And you do

You drop down

to your knees and start kissing and sucking and licking each of my balls, and then lick and suck your finger to get it nice and wet. Then you smile up at me, first with your whole face and then just your eyes as your mouth finds other occupation. I feel your warm breath as your lips pass around me and then latch on to the middle of my cock and start sucking. Your tongue glides around my tip, still salty and savory from the first droplets.

You hear me moan, and then moan yourself. You snake your finger around and slide it into me and I gasp and moan again. My hands tangle in your hair as I struggle for balance.

And then you fuck me with your mouth. There's no other way to put it. Desperate pounding mad fucking as you hold me in place with one and on my balls and one finger in me and you drive me madly over the edge. I jerk and twitch and yell as the orgasm so long denied rips through me. There's a burning ache throughout everywhere you are touching as the cum spurts out in thick bursts, filling your mouth, down your throat, over your lips to spill onto your breasts in a glistening necklace across your cleavage.

I can barely breathe as you drive me, but you stop before you take everything. You stand up and collect the cum on your chin with a finger to swallow it with the rest, and then lean in to kiss me. We are musky sweaty salty messes, covered with each other's scents and tastes and juices.

We collapse to the bed, breathing hard, sharing a drink, as your fingers trace up and down my chest.

What next, we both wonder. How much more can we stand?

Just lying there next to you, limbs intertwined. Pulses linked. Breathing synchronized. In the afterglow, the aftermath, we might as well be one body. You feel my skin on your skin, my arms around you. You shift position a little and you still wet pussy is pressed against my thigh. Your hips half over me, your head on my shoulder.

Moments, then, savored, after so much build up, as the pleasure flows through both of our bodies like fine wine, settling into our nerves, our muscles, our bones. Becoming part of us. It would be very easy to sleep here, connected to each other with lust and heat, but....

There's still so much to do. You can feel my hand stroking the small of your back. I can feel your breath ticking my ear and my neck. I reach down a little more to caress you backside, you slide out your tongue to lick my earlobe, pulling it into place for a quick nip.

Our pulses pick up again. Life does not have many nights like this. They should be taken in full. I wonder what you're going to do to me....

Your hand runs down between my legs

and you start to run your nails along my inner thigh. You nibble on my ear and then tell me you need to get me really hard so I can fuck you in the ass good and proper.

I groan and wonder if I can stand it but you start kissing down my chest, and I watch and feel your hair run along me as you pivot down my body. And then my cock, half hard, is in front of you and you start to work on it, slowly and gently, licking it up and down, teasing more blood from elsewhere in my body back to what you feel to be its proper resting place in a nice hard erection for women such as you to make use of whenever they please.

You feel me twitching under the pleasure of your mouth -- it is so rare and so difficult for me to take pleasure without returning it -- and you see my hands flailing out to keep my internal balance as you run your fingers along my oh so sensitive inflamed areas. And then I can stand no more un-reciprocated pleasure and grab your leg from where you lie at an angle to me and make it clear what I need.

You comply, never releasing my cock from your mouth, feeling it now ninety percent hard but you know without the staying power you want, feeling it filling your mouth and nearly to your throat, and knowing that soon you will drive me to take you. But for now you relent to my needs and swing your leg over my body lowering your perfectly rounded ass and your delicious pussy, still a bit raw but willing to be licked, down over my mouth.

This is my favorite thing in the world, and if you wish to spend all night with me at your mercy simply lay your naked body against mine, your head in my lap even if your mouth is not on my cock, and lower your lips down to meet mine. You would have me then, as long as you wished. It is a dangerous and terrible power you have. Use it carefully.

Or abuse it if it is your wish. I have no say in the matter.

You lower your lips to mine and I proceed to do what my nature compels me to do, to lick you softly up and down, slowly as gently, and then hard and directly, to tease just the edge of you or drive my tongue into you. You moan and shift to open yourself more.

My cock is hard in your mouth and growing harder as you suck and lick and bob your head up and down. You then feel my fingers caressing the curve of your ass, and collecting the wetness you and I are making together to again moisten your other entrance. And you feel my finger slide into you, cool and firm.

You think you are totally in control

But it's not my finger -- it's a pocket vibrator and now with a flick turn it on inside you. My tongue on your clit, my hands sliding along your skin and an inch of humming pleasure in your ass and you have to pull your head from my cock and bury your face in my inner thigh to stifle the scream. You start pushing your pussy deeper and deeper against my oh-so-willing mouth as the device hums away, sending waves through you. Part of you vows that you will make me pay for this surprise but the mass of your mind has had enough in that this is not enough. You grab the condom container, rip it with your teeth and push another cover on with your lips, while trying to stave off another climax, to keep your mind clear.

And then off of me, pulling the humming blessed thing from you and rolling over, your ass again hanging off the bed, one hand under your waist to keep the pressure on your clit and the other grabbing one cheek to hold yourself open as you demand that I fuck you.

Fuck you...yes...

You feel me apply some lube to you just in case, wet as it is and you push yourself back against my fingers. Rational thought is gone, just the feel of your fingers madly playing with your clit as you crest in small climax after another, and then the feel of my cock slipping into you, tight but not painful, filling you and inching in bit by bit. I'm barely moving so much as giving you something to push up against and pleasure yourself on that cock that you worked so hard to forge to your needs.

You hear me groaning from the sensation of you tightly surrounding me, and the look of you lying there, the gorgeous curves of you, shaking, hair splayed across your back, face a mask of pleasure bordering on madness. Your voice urging me on, to not stop, to keep fucking you deeper.