I opened up my eyes. The room was dark only lighted by the red neon signs from the street outside, music beating from a nearby disco. "Where am I?" was the question my mind was trying to answer with the little input the room gave. Slowly, as the pace of the rocking bed, the memories of a kind woman took form, the gentle smile, the sparkling eyes, the warmth of her hands. In the middle of all memories, a sharp unavoidable yet indescribable knowledge: the bed was rocking? I tried to understand the cause, as my eyes started to adapt to the darkness of the room and the flashing red light. I wasn't alone in bed was the conclusion to my dizzy observations. The woman was laying a few inches from my left shoulder, actually using my left arms as her pillow, laying on her back moaning silently as her body moved uncontrollably. The situation was unreal, almost embarrassing, yet without a movement, I remained still gazing at this beautiful woman as she kept on moaning next to me.
"Forgive me."
Her whisper wasn't meant for me, it was spoken to someone else, perhaps a religious God or a dream lover. Her body stopped moving, as she tried to regain control over her panting breath. I watched in the corner of my eye as she tried to be still, but then without saying a word, she turned towards me, placing her cheek on my shoulder, pulling her knee up over my leg, and as her knee came to meet my crouch I felt for the first time how much my body had reacted to her play. All I could do was hope that she didn't notice it too. For moments that seemed like an eternity, my ears were concentrated on her breathing, and it remained peaceful and even, no apparent change, in the next moment I felt her knee rubbing my hard member. Gently at first, then more and more intense, and with my concentration still on her breathing I could hear that she wasn't disliking it, nor intended to stop. Her breath became deeper, breathing through her open mouth, intentionally or not, straight over my left nipple.
I could feel her hand move nervously, then stop, move again, stop. Lower and lower each time, until it reached my thigh. I could almost hear her thoughts as she fought herself whether or not to continue, and suddenly her wicked side won as her hand took the place her knee had just moments earlier, graceful and considerate. Her fingers surrounded the thin fabric that was separating her hand from my growing pole. I opened my eyes just so much that I could see her, yet knowing that to her I would appear to be sleeping, and her dark skin was steaming in the red light. I laid motionless feeling as her fingers were exploring my growth, by barely touching forcing me to grow even more until the head reached out into her fingers. I closed my eyes, and felt my heart pounding in my chest as her fingers kept touching the soft surface of the head. I couldn't risk looking, and my nerves where like strings on a violin. I felt her moving slightly next to me, suddenly feeling her tongue on my nipple, circling it slightly before she moved out of bed, letting go of my body.
I could hear her move away from the bed, and the sound of running water from the kitchen or bathroom. I opened my eyes again, gazing towards the sound, and saw her walk to the bed again. She was wearing a thin red baby doll, or perhaps it was white colored by the red light. Her eyes were glowing in the dark even during those moments when the neon lights weren't lit, making her look almost possessed. She walked towards me, gracefully as a cat, still with some hesitation in her steps. As time passed she finally stood by my feet, still unaware of the fact that I was awake and watching her through the narrow opening between my eyelashes. I watched her kneel and like a panther slowly move up between my legs. The blanket was still covering my lower body, but I could feel her pulling it down, revealing more and more of my naked body until I could feel the air cooling my thighs a bit. I could see her eyes fixed on my crotch and she moved slowly closer until she could sit on her knees before she began to lean down.
Leaning on her hands next to my hips, she came closer and closer to my manhood, moving slowly not to wake me. Her wavy dark brown hair fell down on my thighs, covering the lights from outside to reach her face, and I saw the darkness reach my crotch. Her nose touched the thin fabric of my pants, and I could hear her inhaling. For a while that was all she did, just took my scent into her care. I was amazed about her boldness, but also the way she inhaled me as if I was some sort of drug. For a long time she kept inhaling me, her breath getting deeper with each breath, at the same time as she began to rub her nose against me, in small circles. It was a mysterious ritual she was performing, but so erotic, so passionate, so intriguing and I couldn't help feeling my manhood growing beneath the tip of her nose. I began to rise for her, and as she moved in wider circles, she suddenly touched the head, which felt like a bolt of lightning through my body. Yet she didn't react to my body's movement as she continued to rub her nose against me. I could feel her hands moving over my hips, and her slender fingers pulling my pants down underneath my balls, her nose holding my cock down towards my stomach.
She moved back, and as her face came into the light, I could see that her eyes were fixed on my erected cock. She was licking her lips, making them soft and moist, while her fingers were gathering in my groins, her thumbs caressing my balls gently, moving to press the root of my standing pole. Her fingers working around the base of the growth, as she gently lean forward again, opening her full lips, and before her face was covered in shadow, I saw the tip of her pink tongue reaching out to greet me. She moved her fingers slightly, changing the angle of my cock, so that the tip of her tongue met the nerve underneath my head, and slowly she began to lick it, up and down the half inch long area. I could hear her moaning as she tasted me, and I closed my eyes enjoying her touch and trying not to show her any signs of me being awake. The situation was so unreal, yet I wouldn't want it to stop.
"Turn on the light."
Her whisper was like a shiver in my spine, but it was inevitable. She knew that I was awake. How long had she known? I moved my right hand slowly up to the nightstand, found the a switch and a pale light began to glow above my right shoulder. The soft light forced the shadows from her face, and she smiled as she continued to lick the small area underneath the head. I looked at her, greeted her smile and licked my dry lips.
"Don't say a word, don't move an inch, please."
She was pleading like a thief catch in the middle of the act, yet with a glow in her eyes that said more than her words did. They told me that even a word from me now would break the magic spell, and neither one of us wanted that to happen, so I remained silent, only to lean my head back into the pillow as her tongue began to circle my head. With no reason to cover my reactions, I moan from the depths of my throat.
"Yes, it feels so good."
Her voice like a sensual whisper of thick cotton against my ears, at the same time triggering the back of my spine with magical intent, making me grow even more in her slowly moving fingers. The words coming from her like a ritual from a strange religion, yet so familiar to her, and spoken without hesitation. Spoken in perfect tempo, in a dark voice to enhance the expectation, the feelings, the weave of passion in my loins and I feel how my head is aching as her fingers darts areas around my cock and balls.
"High love of you Goddess, let your powers work through me your humble servant to convert this unknowing soul. Let your strength and wisdom guide me in the act that I'll do in your honor, and let all of your undying passion be shared in the flesh this room holds. Let my womb be your tool in the ceremony of love until it is blessed with the cream of love in my innermost sanctuary."
Her preaching made me grow with every syllable, and her fingers kept making me harder. The pale light in contrast to the flashing red light was electrifying. My body was tense from all reasons possible, with this incredibly desirable woman kneeling between my legs, her devilish fingers making me harder, larger than ever before. The head of my cock was shining between us, and she looked into my eyes as the words kept coming from her mouth.
"For you lover I deliver all of my given love to please you and to drain you from all of your juices. Your body will obey all my commands as the Goddess will give me all the skills of love making in each movement of my body."
While she was speaking, she leaned down towards my raised hips, and met my cock with her lips in a perfect match, and with that her words stopped as her tongue feathered my cock with rapid light brushing movements. Our eyes were fixed in an invisible bond, as a tight thread between them forcing our eyes to remain in each others. My breath was as rapid as the speed of her tongue and I almost felt nearby fainting as she stopped.
She placed the tip of my cock against her forehead, letting it slowly move down her nasal bone, and with her slow motion my breath calmed down. Her lips met my cock and I saw how I began to disappear in between her lips, met by her demanding tongue and I tried to lower my hips to the bed, but I couldn't. Her mouth was all I could see, all I could think of, and the thought and sight of her lips sliding further and further down the shaft was all that existed. Her lips stopped when she had taken in half of me, placing her hands on my legs, and forcing me down to the bed, letting me slide out. The sheets felt slightly cold against my lower back.
My chest hurt and I pushed my head back into the pillow. Breathing was almost impossible, the air felt cold and rough as I inhaled and exhaled. She smiled at me as her lips left my cock, and she began to whisper again, that hot sensitive whisper that penetrated every cell of my body.
