The Third - a Slow Seduction

The room is completely dark except for the moonlight that streams through the open double doors of the bedroom. Long white curtains billow calmly in the breeze that ghosts over your heated skin as she stands before you. She wears an innocent smile as she stares back at you, her sundress fluttering around her knees. It's quiet. Almost too quiet. Almost.

You're taking shallow breaths. There's an electric current in the air tonight. You can feel it running through the tendons of your fingers. You can feel it encapsulate your body in this bedroom. You can sense the dark shadows playing around the two of you. There's movement from behind her and your eyes shift trying to adjust enough to see the cause of it. Your breath stops altogether.

Two hands slowly begin to trail up her thighs, catching the hem of her dress on their ascent, teasingly giving you a peak of the supple skin hidden there, before it falls back into place settling in it's original position once again. The hands continue to agonizingly trace up her body drawing it out. All you can do is watch and breathe. In. Out. In. Out. One hand rests loosely on her hip as the other dips back down to rest lazily on her thigh. The pulse in the room is a steady throb that matches the one in your chest, tension rising as anticipation creeps into you and then the silence is back and this time it's deafening.

I peer out from behind the soft skin of her neck, the dim light of the room illuminating my eyes as they set on you. I trail my lips from the crook of her neck up to her ear. She tilts her head into me as I whisper something only loud enough for her to hear. We exchange a secretive laugh, a gentle expelling of air between us. Her eyes close as she leans her head back against my shoulder and my gaze finds yours again. I smile darkly at you. I smile because I know I'm about to strip every one of your senses bare while only touching her.

My lips find the skin of her neck and I breathe her in, inhaling the scent of the lotion she's rubbed into the flesh there. It's soft. Feminine. A whisper. A promise. She's so warm as I kiss my way up to her ear, my tongue slipping out to taste her heat. I wonder how hard you'd be for us as you watched her grind her pussy into my mouth as she comes undone around my tongue. I know how wet the thought of hearing her moan for you makes me.

She's trembling under my touch now as I peel her dress from off her shoulders, over her breasts, before it pools to the floor. I rest one hand low on her tummy feeling her heartbeat course through the veins above the apex of her thighs. The other massages her breast, my finger dragging over her nipple that's puckering from my touch. I have the urge to mark her so tomorrow she'll wear the reminder that my mouth has been there on her neck, her breasts, between her thighs.

Every now and then I glance to you as you watch me discover her beautiful body. It's the heady mix of lust and of the fact of knowing she's completely entrusted herself to me, to you, to us that has me slowly pushing my hips forward as she grinds her ass into me. I can't blame her though as the desperate need for friction is assaulting my nerve endings as well. I want to watch you touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her. Love her body with me and you do just that.

We're on the bed now, our clothes long forgotten. You're above her on your knees and she's writhing beneath you as I'm pasted to her side. It's just like I thought, her moans are sweet and full and I'm dripping at the sound of them. I trace her nipple with my tongue, placing wet sloppy kisses over it's swell as my fingers toy with her other pert nipple. I can taste the salt of her skin now and fuck if it doesn't propel my inner muscles to clench like a vice. I lean back to watch you thrust into her. Lose yourself in her.

You're as beautiful as she is as my eyes take in the way the muscles in your abdomen flex with every launch forward and it suddenly feels like someone has placed me into an inferno. I'm crawling in my own skin that's overwhelmed with the sensation of watching you. My lips skim her ear as I breathily tell her how proud I am of how she's taking your cock like such a good girl. How I can't wait to see her drench your dick as she comes around you and how the sight of her makes my mouth water and nipples ache.

I reach my hand up to your mouth and slip them past your lips. I gather some of the wetness there before returning my fingers to mine. I let a small trail of spit slip out onto them, I need them slick. I drop my hand to circle her clit making her back arch off the bed from the overwhelming sensation. I place my arm under her head and pull her face to me. I steal the oxygen from her open mouth and silence her cries with my tongue.

I'm encouraging her now. I'm telling her I want her to come and to rip your orgasm from you with the hot little pussy of hers. I tell her to show me how good of a girl she can be for you too and clench her muscles, sucking you into her. I tell her to coat my fingertips with her juices. Her moans are getting louder and I know she's close. Soo close now that if your hard cock wasn't buried to the hilt inside of her I would literally be able to taste it. I want you to cum so badly. I want you to fill her up and flip her inside out the same way you do to me. I want you to set fire to her senses and scorch any ability to maintain rational thought.

Then suddenly she's there. You're there. I can't tell who's moans are who's anymore as your orgasms overtake both of you and you crash into each other. It's taught limbs, and harsh breathes as that all-consuming tingle races up from the base of your spine and then you're releasing onto her stomach. Onto my hand over her clit. The sight alone sets off the release inside myself, leaving me spent and breathless as I drape myself across her breast, her chest raising my body up and down as she tries to regain her breathing.

The pleasure I feel from watching your pleasure, hearing her pleasure, is resounding throughout my body like the flutter of wings. It's in the slickness left settling between my thighs. I'm proud of her for taking it and of you for giving it. I'm thankful that I witnessed it. I drop a quick kiss to her cheek then lean up to kiss you, letting out laugh. I'm smile from ear to ear, before I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah Casanova, Guess you still got it. "