I looked down to see her, as beautiful as ever, still gently licking my now soft and wet penis. She licked up every drop of semen that had escaped her beautiful lips and fallen onto my abdomen. She looked up slyly, licked her lips, and embellished a swallowing sound as she smiled.
“Was that okay?” she asked.
I did not even need to respond. My still quick breathing told her the answer.
I smiled and shut my eyes for a second, but that was all I needed. My desire had been growing. I could not stop it for one more second.
After turning off the lamp on the nightstand beside us, I reached down and pulled her up until she was lying on top of me once again – our now sweaty bodies almost gliding into position. I could smell her sweetness. It called to me. I began to kiss her lips and run my fingers up and down her back, massaging her tense muscles and working through a few knots that had formed from her long days at work.
My hands drifted down to the small of her back - one of my favorite places to touch. There were so many places, but this one was different. From the side, if she was on all fours or standing with nothing on, her figure was astonishing. That one curve in her lower back stole my eyes’ attention. It made me imagine all the things I wanted to do to her while I sat in my office at work.
I loved how it complimented her other curves: her chest and hips and where her neck met her bare shoulders. Every inch of her body was a masterpiece, a priceless painting crafted with the deepest longing and strongest desire. I pined to uncover it.
And so I did.
I flipped us both over so that she now lied on her back with me on top, still kissing her lips. I stopped for a second and looked into her eyes.
“I love you. So much.”
“I love you, too,” she responded.
I kissed the side of her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, and stomach – moving up and down – attempting to maximize her satisfaction. I massaged her breasts while kissing her neck, rolling her nipples between my fingers until both were hard and erect. Her breathing deepened, reaching down, as if something was trying to escape.
I moved one hand down to her vagina, which had become hot from her desire. I slipped one finger in her opening and massaged her pelvic bone with my thumb. She was so wet.
She moaned with anticipation.
The more I rubbed, the more wet she became. But the pleasure increased as I began to kiss her nipples and massage her vagina simultaneously. Every two seconds or so, she let out a small moan. Each was a small spark pointing me to the upcoming fire.
I continued until I could sense, and feel, that she was coming close to orgasm. I stopped and kissed her lips, smiled, then slowly drifted down her beautiful body. I dragged my tongue to her left breast, then right, slowly encircling each nipple. I then made my way down to her stomach and kissed her abdomen. Before I continued, I looked up hoping to meet her gaze, but her eyes were closed. Her hands were clenched by her sides, holding the blanket beneath her. And every time she breathed her back arched upward, showing off her perfect body.
I moved my mouth down to her vagina and breathed hot air onto it as I flicked my tongue inside the opening. I licked inside and outside the labia, massaging with my tongue. Every now and again, I took it all and sucked the skin into my mouth. Each movement caused her to gasp. She was soaking wet now. I could taste her.
There was something about it I could not explain every time she asked me. It turned me on to no end when I controlled her pleasure in my mouth, tasting her wetness. It tasted like love and desire and pleasure. It was connection. She trusted me with her body. I was hers, and she was mine.
The tip of my tongue entered deeper into her opening as I pulled the skin around it into my mouth. I began to speed up as her wetness and my saliva combined. I could feel it. I could taste it. She was getting close.
I stopped briefly, looked up, and wet my middle finger in my mouth. I continued to lick the inside of her labia as I slowly pushed my finger into her.
She gasped deeply and moaned.
My motions were precise. I made a “come here” motion with the inserted finger, touching her sensitive spot repeatedly. I moved in and out while still licking her rapidly with my tongue. Her moaning got louder. My finger went faster. I sucked the skin from her labia in and out of my mouth.
All in one motion, her body began to buck back and forth, and the small of her back became more arched with each movement.
“Don’t stop!” she almost screamed.
She let out one long and quivering moan as she climaxed and released. I removed my finger but continued to lick up and down near the pelvic bone, in her opening, and around her labia until her breathing began to slow down and she lay flat on the bed again.
She pulled me up as I did before, and we lay there together – wet with even more sweat – and nothing but our love and the moonlight from the open window cascading between us.
Our love grew every day.
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