He comes to me in the darkness. I wait shaking as I hear him, his rustlings a mystery. As he passes in front of the window I see his silouhette, big and dark. My breathing shallows as I lie still in anticipation of his touch. He draws back the covers and the black air feels chill on my skin. This is what I need. Forbidden and heated in the cold of night. I tremble as I turn to his embrace, my guide, my teacher, my lover. His strong arms enfold my lithe young body and his lips find mine unerringly in the dark.
He rouses at the touch of my skin against his, soft and warm against the wiry hardness of him. When his hands cup my aching breasts, he squeezes them gently and tells me how he loves their round firmness. His fingers tweak my pink nipples sending ripples of desire through me. Against my lips he moans and I press to him. He drags his lips upwards, kissing the tip of my nose.. my brow between my eyes. His kisses delicately cover my eyelids, fluttering down my temples to my ear. He nuzzles and sucks the lobe gently and his hand holds my head against his lips, tangled in my long hair.
I feel him twitch against my thigh, his response firing the burner inside me. My need centred within my abdomen, heat radiating intensely through my feminine core. Instinctively I move my hips and part my thighs. His chuckle drags me back for a moment, "Not yet, no, not yet!" His mouth opening over mine, his sinuous tongue snaking past my teeth. The tip tickles my palate. I suck it. Tasting, wanting to feel him. He senses my need and rolls me onto my back. With his knee he nudges mine apart.. I lie subdued beneath him, wanting his mastery.
Luxuriating in his attentions, stretching catlike I open for him. He kneels between my legs. His head lowers to my breast. Gooseflesh as his breath flows against me. Gasping as I feel his teeth squeeze my hardened, pink nipple. He tugs and pulls it, stretching the sensitive end. Mercilessly he nips. Forcing my cry of shocked pain. Again, he laughs. I blink back stinging tears, feeling pleasure replace the sting as his mouth suckles me. One nipple, the other. Countless moments in bliss. His mouth and fingers playing my breasts.
A symphony of desire builds as his tongue traces a delicate filigree over the muscled surface of my flat tummy. Lower he wanders, his fingers digging into my hips, at last lifting me. Held up to his questing mouth, shoulders pinned to the bed under my own weight as he drinks. My legs spread and hanging in space unsupported. My arms splayed to either side as he begins to devour me. My cunt a feast. He pauses and I hear his desire, "Cum for me." Reduced to an ember of wanton lust I burst out for him to suck my clit. How I need him!
Like a virtuouso he draws the music of passion from me. I feel incapable of nothing less than complete surrender to his composing. His tongue manipulates each fold of me. The blood singing through my vessels as he thrusts into me and slowly twirls it around my hard nub. He licks. That tongue of his dragging along the crack of my ass, pressing tauntingly across the nerves of my asshole, lewdly hinting of how wonderful it would feel to have it within. My fingers tear at the sheets. My nails leaving imprints in my palms. His lick proceeds, the sensitive separator pulsing as he laps hungrily at sweet, flowing pussy juices. The rasping surface delves shallowly into my musky hole and at last drags wetly over my swollen clit. Again and again.
The crescendo crashes around me as he orchestrates each section. Encouraging the performance. I weep. The beauty of feeling intensely painful. He sees. He cries out in agony at my grief, wanting to bring me the marvel of sensation once again. He raises me to cradle my shaking form in his gentle arms. I whisper, "Now?"
