| We are in the lounge, the lights
are low, and you are playing the piano. A very romantic song. I sit beside you on the
stool and let myself drown in the music. I can smell your perfume... really. I stroke your
hair as you play. It's so very soft and lustrous. You shift slightly and lean into me. You
continue to play as I kiss your hair and then your ear. Soon, you are leaning heavily,
enjoying the feelings as I enjoy the contact of your body against me. I feel a slight shiver in you as I trail my fingers lightly up your spine. All too soon, the song comes to an end, but, by now, I can sense the anticipation in you... The flush of your skin, the quickening of your breath. We move to the lounge, you stand before me. I know that, under your dressing gown, you are naked. I reach up and slowly, very slowly undo the sash. As it opens, you shrug your shoulders and then, you are totally nude before me. My arm snakes around behind the top of your thighs and I draw you closer to me, parting your legs with my knee to straddle me, until my face is buried between your breasts. Your heat is surrounding me, enveloping me. I draw back slightly and trail the tip of my tongue, first to your left nipple, and then to your right.. Never losing contact with you. At each one, I trace the circle of your nipples, feeling them grow even harder as they shine in the candlelight with the moisture from my tongue. At the same time, my fingertips are trailing down the back of your knee and up the inside of your thighs, but stopping just millimetres away from your sex, and returning to your knee. I can sense the frustration in you as you bend your knees, trying to lower yourself to make contact with my tormenting fingers. To no avail though. Your fingers are running through my hair as you direct me to your pleasure spots. To distract you, I quickly slide my hand up your inner thigh until it makes contact with your sex. You jump at my touch as though by electricity. My hand is quick though, and contact is unbroken. As you settle, I begin my exploration of you, lightly tracing, searching, probing. Your hips move, trying to guide me. Your body is fast becoming a blur of pleasure and a soft moan, almost of frustration, escapes your lips. My tongue has widened the circles around your nipples. Wider, ever wider. In anticipation, you lift your breasts, giving me access to the sensitive underside. Your fingers automatically squeeze your nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb. Again, your breath catches in your throat. Your legs are trembling now. I raise my head and look deep into your eyes. No words are spoken, but we are so much in synch, you know, by instinct, what is to come..... Reluctantly, you step back, removing yourself from the pleasure. Moving to my right, you settle onto the lounge, laying back in a reclining position. Your right leg is still on the floor, your left resting on the top of the back of the lounge. Through all of this, our eyes have never broken contact. I can see a moment of hesitation as you display yourself so openly for me, but you draw on the assurance I'm projecting to you. I smile at your hesitation, but that only strengthens your resolve... As it should. Yet again, no words are spoken, but none are needed. Your hand slides down to your sex, caressing yourself, lightly, almost modestly at first. You sense my pleasure and increase the tempo and pressure. Your fingers part the lips, revealing the shine of your juices inside you. You gasp as your finger brush across your clit. Suddenly, all thoughts of me disappear as you concentrate on your own sensations. You revel in your world of pleasure, feeling the tickling sensation increase as you climb to the peak. Your eyes, still locked on mine, start to glaze over with a greediness so recognisable. I take hold of your hand now, stopping the frenetic movements. A questioning, confused look shows in your eyes now. I take your fingers and use them to spread your lips wide apart. Your clit is almost throbbing visibly. At the thought of the sight that, to you, you must be, you blush furiously. All thoughts quickly disappear, though, as I rub the ice cube, from the bucket, on your clit and then down the lips. The exquisite pleasure takes your breath away yet again, setting you back the first of what will be many times. Even though the pleasure is but a hair's breadth from pain, you steadfastly keep yourself open, wanting, even needing the sensations. I bend my head forward to taste you, to drink deep of the innermost you. your other hand slides down and your fingers now are spreading your lips almost painfully wide. My lips lock on to your clit, drawing it into my mouth to my waiting tongue. Those familiar sensations of the climb return quickly as you lose yourself once again. Your legs are drawn up to your chest now, your arms wrapped around them, spreading yourself almost wantonly. Time and time again, you near your peak, only to be held off near the edge. I can sense now your impatience and frustration. I raise my head and lock my eyes into your's. The pleading look is exquisitely beautiful. Any thoughts of inhibitions are gone now, replaced by a screaming need for release. At my signal, you slide to the floor and position yourself, on your knees, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your head resting on the thick, luxurious rug. The music and wine are forgotten now... Only the burning desire for fulfillment. I am behind you now, rubbing myself up and down your sex.
Impatient now, you reach back between your legs, grasping me, guiding me into you. As I
drive myself deep into you, a unintelligible sound of pure pleasure escapes your lips. The
intensity grows as we move in unison, more quickly now. The feeling of fullness in you is
all consuming. You feel us climb over the edge as I fill you with my juices, which, in
turn, triggers your own. So many times of denial take their toll on you as the sheer
intensity forces a scream of pleasure from your lips. Your legs are unable to hold your
body now and you collapse on the floor, taking me with you. Still locked together, we land
on our side, ending up in a spoon fashion position. Even now, your climax refuses to
finish, wave after wave washing over you. Slowly though, it diminishes, leaving you
exhausted. My arm wraps around you as you drift towards sleep, protecting you, comforting
you, caressing you. The last thing you remember is looking back into my eyes, the look of
adoration in them so apparent. You are home.................. |