I woke in the night to find you standing by the bay window, staring off, unaware that I am even awake. Tonight I take my time, letting my eyes drink you in, loving your muscled form in the moonlight and eyeing your sweet ass cheeks, that are just the right size for my hands; just begging me to feel, squeeze, touch and rub.
Knowing that you are troubled about something, as you only do this late in the night, I silently pull the covers back and tiptoe up behind you. Ever so lightly, I rest my hands on your sides but you do not flinch. Neither do you look or turn around. It is as if you know my presence and I love that about you.
Wanting to ease your burdens, I rub the entire surface of your back lightly, moving my palms over you to find the hidden knots in your naked form. Then I knead your shoulders deeply, concentrating only on that, until I feel you relax in my grip. I move my fingers, hands and palms over your back, until I feel all of the knotted muscles loosen and your back is a smooth surface again.
Aching to touch you everywhere, I slide my hands over your buttocks, pushing you forward into the alcove in the window, where you lay down and pull me down on top of you. I push my fingers through your hair and down over your neck while I straddle you there, in the moonlit window, not caring who might be watching.
You hold my thighs firmly as my whole hands sluice through your chest hair, languishing in the feel of your firm chest, your muscular torso and taut pelvis, until I wrap my fingers around your swollen cock, one by one. Then you push your thick girth through my grip; softly at first, and then faster, until I push you into my craving pussy, needing you to extinguish the raging flames that I started.
Then you pull me, hands on my waist, to guide me up and down over the length of your granite erection, until I am lost in feeling you inside me; then you change the pace gradually, moving faster and harder, almost frenzied and so unbearably hot. My breath comes faster, making me light headed, so I force myself, with great concentration, to make you feel the same.
I slow our rhythm until you whisper my name... and then I make you wait
, slowly riding your entire length up and down, in deliberate, long, slow strokes, while passion, lust and longing consume you, but I persist. I know how much you want release but I am not ready to give up this sweet torture yet.
You whisper softly, again and again,
"Please, baby. Now."
But I slip away and slide my body down until I can hold your rock-hard length with both of my hands. I stroke you firmly, increasing the pressure slowly, fucking you with my hands and fingers until I must
feed you to my hungry lips.
I stroke and kiss the head of your cock, then lick and suckle you there, just barely at first, and then harder, sucking you into my steamy mouth, agonizingly slowly, then harder still, increasing suction until you can't bear it a second longer. Your growls surround and encompass me, and it only arouses me more, as I continue to touch, kiss, nip, lick and suck; torturing both of us.
Tilting my head back, I swallow hard against the full, firm length of you to pull you down my throat. You buck and thrust until your balls slam into my lips, fucking my mouth hard and fast but, just before you climax, I pull away and return to rest beside you.
You turn to me, smiling softly at how I tease you, with our legs and arms still tangled together, and then kiss me deeply; tasting your pre-cum on my lips and sucking it from my tongue. Then you force your strengthening cock into my womanhood, in one long, hard stroke, forcing my tight, little cunt open to you. Finally, you fuck me so hard and fast, that I can barely keep up and I fight to match your frenzied rhythm. Then, suddenly, you tear away, evoking a cry of protest from me,
My cry falls on deaf ears and then I realize that you have a plan. You hold me at my waist to force me onto my stomach, and up onto hands and knees, one fluid movement that lets me know how much you want me, and my wet slit is aching with intensity that only you can quench.
You fist my hair with one hand and use the other stroke the curve of my waist. Gently, you kiss my cheek and lips. You suckle my neck in the very spot that you know will leave me limp, quivering and clinging to you, while you ignore my pleading whimpers. Now you
wait. Then, suddenly, you stop and move quickly off the bed, evoking a wounded plea from me,
"Baby, please! Please don't stop now!"
But you pull me by my ankles, to the edge of the bed, as I fight the need to scream out loud. Taking a seat there, you pull me into your lap, my back to your front, as you slide just the head of your cock into me. Then you push and pull me, not letting me have the entire length of you inside me. Your hands are free to touch, feel, tantalize and tease, and you do so leisurely; sensually seeking out my every pleasure, meaning to torture me now
Your deft fingers part my slick, hot cunt while a third strokes my clit almost teasingly; first in small circles and then up and down, dipping your finger into my soaking wet pussy to stir the flames of my desire.
Then I let the tension build, knowing how close I am to climax; oh so close to my explosive, ultimate release. My burning, little snatch is on fire for you, but you take your time, stroking and fingering my little clit feather-lightly, until my moans become indiscernible pleading.
Finally, you stand and pull me up with you. By now, I have learned to follow your lead without question. You push my back to the wall and drive your full, steel-hard length into me, slamming me against the wall repeatedly. I am glad for the solid surface behind me, where I anchor myself and return thrust for thrust, meeting and matching your frenzied desire.
You have me near to fainting as you push faster and deeper. Frantically, I kiss your hair, your lips, your neck and chest, and then wrap my legs around you. I grab two handfuls of your fine, fine ass, greedily, to force you into me more deeply, until my hungry cunt explodes, spasming around you in near-violent waves of orgasm.
You throw your head back in abandon, breaking free from my silky thighs to pull all the way out and push all the way back in. Again, you start slowly, and then thrust into my molten center hard and fast, and then slow and sensual; keeping me off balance until your rock-solid cock erupts, throbbing and pulsing deep inside of me. I've always loved that I can make you cum so hard and so long.
Your moans and whispers are no longer intelligible and I am shaking with white-hot appetence as you drive me over the edge again. My entire body shakes with fiercely tumultuous waves of orgasm and still, we do not slow down; not until we are both too exhausted, too spent, to go on.
Then, finally, we slip to the ground, giggling and whispering like children; both of us too worn out to even try for the bed that is only feet away. Still kissing, touching and talking, with our limbs still entangled, we let our breathing begin to slow.
With the last of my energy, I stretch for the edge of a blanket, that is hanging off the bed, and spread it over us. I lay my head on your warm, broad chest; close my eyes and say,
"Again in an hour, baby?"
Then I kiss you quick so you cannot protest!
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