It was an escape from Reality Hell, and limited only by their individual imaginations. She was a temptress who ravaged him with creative pursuits, pleasuring him most immensely when he least expected – he was a master at setting her free.
So it had been that morning. She snuggled up to him, curving her body into his, and he wrapped his arm around her, finding her breast with his right hand. He skillfully caressed her, affectionately pinching first one nipple, indulging his senses while stirring hers…then playfully explored the other, now erect with longing… and soon she turned to bury her face in the soft hair of his chest, wrapping her leg over his thigh.
She felt her blood rush when he touched her breasts… the indescribable feeling deep inside, wanting more. She couldn’t explain how intensely he affected her… express how her body responded to his whispers – sensual promises that sent shivers down her spine. She would listen – quiet –hearing his voice… falling into his world without resistance. Becoming his.
Just that morning she had taken momentary control, kissing him hard on the mouth as she moved, straddling him in a delicate ballet until her body was over his. He watched her, taking her soft, tender breasts in both his hands – extending her arms between his, she reached down and took his hard, pulsing cock into warm, inviting palms. Eyes lost in his, she guided him to her silky pussy… wet and hot with anticipation… and gently lowered herself onto him. Inside, deeper, slowly… watching him – until she felt him in the pit of her belly – and he could advance no farther. She danced on her knees, hips encircling him, and reached behind until she held his swollen balls in her hand. He squeezed her breasts hard – thinking his blood-engorged cock was about to burst.
In only a minute, he could hold it no longer. She hugged his throbbing shaft tightly from within, intensifying his orgasm… and watched his expression with delight. Only she could do this to him… and she knew it.
