Caught

[downhomeguy]

Hovering over her, our ragged breaths swirling together between our lips, I felt her hands holding me close…though I had no intention of leaving her anytime soon. Resting my weight on one arm, I reached down and wrapped my other hand around the base of my shaft. Slowly dragging it across her inner thigh, I sought out her most intimate area. Had I been inclined to break her gaze, even for a moment, my efforts would have been aided; I knew, though, that I would rather look into her eyes, even if it took a few more seconds. Our faces were so close, eyes locked together, that I could almost see my own reflection in her pupils.

When I finally felt it, warm and wet against the head of my cock, I groaned and leaned forward. Momentarily stunned by the feeling, my body tingling from head to toe, I quickly brought my arm up to catch myself. Holding my frame as still as possible, I knew that things were about to change. The playful teasing and the cautious advances had all been leading to this moment, the first breath of true happiness that we would share. And all because I left the blinds open, I thought. I wondered if this had been what she was thinking about when she watched me, though that seemed like a lifetime ago. I didn’t think there was any way that she could have imagined the connection that would form between us, which had now become a large part of the moment.

Lowering my hips, I slowly sank my entire length into her and paused. Holding our bodies against one another, our sweat-coated skin pressed together and her nipples pressing into my chest, I savored the moment. This moment was special; it was the first time our bodies had been totally connected, bound together in a way that seemed to transcend mere physical ties. I was almost certain that it wouldn’t be the last; but, regardless, there would never be another first. I wanted to imprint every feeling, every sound, and every bit of the moment on my brain so that I would never forget it. The brush of her fingertips across the nape of my neck, the warm touch of her thigh against my leg, and the fire burning in her eyes were all locked away into my brain.

Lifting my hips, I slowly pulled away from her until only the head of my cock remained. I could feel her body fighting me the entire way, her tight walls squeezing my shaft and trying to pull me deeper into her rather than away. Obliging her body’s wish, I slowly eased forward again until our loins were pressed together again. It felt as though the room had become a vacuum; my ears detected no sounds apart from our slow, rhythmic breathing and the quiet sounds that escaped our lips in between breaths.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Everything from this moment forward would be filed away in my head as after; after experiencing true happiness for the first time. I looked into his eyes, so close they were almost blurry. Even as the candle light flickered in the warm darkness, his gaze was steady. This was the part where I would have closed my eyes, or turned my head to avoid revealing what was in my heart, had it been anyone else. But I knew nothing true would ever come of this if I shied away now. The vulnerability I felt was retreating with every breath we shared, almost as if he were taking it from me and causing it to disperse in the air around us, stripping it of its power to intrude here where it was not welcome.

He hesitated at the entrance to my pussy, the head of his cock resting against the lips. I refrained from arching my hips up to meet him, instead letting him sink slowly in, savoring the intimate moment that it was. He filled me and satisfied the ache, the need, the longing that had been threatening to take over from last evening. Everywhere his body pressed into or weighed on me felt suddenly weightless, alive, satiated yet ravenous for more. The heat that had been almost oppressive moments before only served to provide the necessary fire for the sweat that coated out bodies, so that anywhere we touched was warm and wet and slippery.

I felt his shoulders tense in my hands as he pulled slowly away, and felt my inner walls protesting before I felt the cooler air rush in between our bodies. As welcomed as that was, I wanted the heat much more than I wanted to cool off. I clenched my inner muscles, squeezing the head of his cock as tightly as I could without thrusting my hips against him. The reward for my patience soon followed as I felt him push forward, his hips rocking against mine. I exhaled my relief and smiled up at him, wanting so much to tell him how I felt, yet sure he was aware and feeling it too. Words would be for later. Right now, all I wanted was to feel this new emotion he and I had created together. It might not be new to everyone else in the world, but it was certainly new to me.

Physically, I might have been somewhere close to where we were now. The desire wasn't necessarily new. The sense of being on a journey together, though, was foreign to me. Trying to reach that elusive orgasm, find a mutually acceptable place where we both got off, was nowhere on my agenda. I didn't even have an agenda. That journey to true happiness we had agreed to embark upon had already been boarded. Now, we were enjoying the ride. And what a ride it was turning out to be.

 

[downhomeguy]

There were so many things that I wanted to say, but I was too caught up in the moment. The look in her eyes, the slight curl of her lips, and the feeling of her hands squeezing my shoulders was too much for me to handle. The ultimate connection between our bodies left me temporarily tongue tied, only strong enough to draw ragged breaths. Part of me wanted this moment to last forever, our bodies tied together without a care in the world. The rest of me knew that this was only the beginning. "Slow," I thought, repeating the mantra that I had all but forgotten until now.

Slowly dragging my cock almost entirely out of her again, I could sense her flesh anxiously awaiting my return; similarly, my body ached for nothing more that the feeling of being inside of her again. I wanted our first time together to be memorable, as special as the rest of the connection that we had developed together. I wanted to stay with her, our sweaty limbs intertwined and bodies joined as one, until we reached that otherworldly moment when both of our bodies surrendered to pure, unadulterated gratification. Mustering the courage to tear my eyes away from hers, I leaned down and tucked my chin into her neck. Kissing her soft skin, gently nibbling on her earlobe, I rocked my body forward and buried myself inside of her again. Just as it had the first time, the sensation elicited a moan from deep inside my body. I exhaled sharply, bathing her neck with my warm breath and groaning her name.

"Brooke," I whispered her earlobe falling from my teeth as my mouth fell open in elation.

My hips, taking on a mind of their own, began to rise and fall; achingly slow at first, each span of motionlessness slightly shorter than the last. Nothing I had ever experienced could even come close to the feeling; each thrust felt as though I was penetrating her deeper than before. Her hands, still gripping my shoulders, urged every drive forward I made. Though what we were doing was nothing new, an act as old as time itself, it was an experience brand new to me.

Reaching down, I lifted her other leg up until her foot was flat on the bed. Sliding my palm over her thigh, I gave it a light squeeze. I still wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything; if anything, the feeling had grown since I had first expressed it. In exchange for the opportunity, I had surrendered my entire being to her. My body, mind and soul were hers for the taking, just as she had indulged in my desire for her.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The intimacy of the moment was sealed by the sound of his voice whispering my name against my ear. His breath was hot, the accompanying groan left a trail of heat as his lips found my neck. My fingers traced damp lines along his shoulders until I found the place that fit my grip perfectly, then I held on. A little faster? Oh, yes, Carson, that's just perfect. A little harder? Let me find your rhythm, oh, there it is, and I'll meet you thrust for thrust. I gripped the bedspread in my toes as they curled in response to his touch, arched my back to press into him with all my might.

The instinctual side of my brain began to intrude, not without some welcome from my body. The slow easy pace we had begun was starting to give way to a more urgent one; one that would eventually take over, I knew. The edge he had already led me to once loomed ominously close again. My body was responding to his touch not only in that most intimate of places, but all over; the hair on his thighs brushing lightly against my skin, his abdomen flat against me, his breath on my neck. I tried to focus on just one sensation, but my mind simply would not separate them. They swirled together inside me and made every nerve ending raw. Trying to resist the climax that was building beneath the surface would be like trying to swim against the tide of the ocean. It simply wasn't possible.

I wanted to tell him, warn him, what he was doing to me, how close I was, that I couldn't hold back this time. Every time I attempted to speak, though, all I could manage was a a syllable or two, followed by shorter, faster breaths. I let go of his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face closer. My feet, no longer content to push against the mattress, raised up and wrapped around his ass, silently urging him deeper, my insides crying to be consumed by him. That feeling of indifference to the ending had suddenly become an all encompassing need to feel him release everything he had inside me. Not that I was anticipating the end, but I was anticipating what that release was going to feel like when it washed over us. Every muscle in my body was taut and trembling, begging for relief, starving for oxygen, yet already craving this state of yearning again.

My hands released his neck and pushed back on his shoulders. I wanted to see his face, look him in the eyes. This moment was nothing like I had ever experienced before, and I wanted to experience it through him, as well as with him. The look in his eyes, the set of his jaw, the tension in his neck; I wanted to see how those things changed as we reached the peak together.

"Carson," I whispered against his head, feeling the damp strands of hair tickling against my lips.

I tried to warn him, but I was overcome by the first wave that rocked my belly, sending ripples through me that took my breath, and my ability to say anything further. The spasms deep inside me grew, pulling him in deeper, setting off sparks that left hot trails reaching into all of the sensitive crevices of my womb. Every stroke set this fire off anew, gaining inroads to places I was sure I'd never been touched before, at least not in the way he was touching me now. For this moment, I understood what people meant when they talked about two becoming one. Every molecule of me was his. But I didn't feel like I had given anything away. I felt like I had gained everything.

 

[downhomeguy]

The feeling of our bodies pressed together was intensified by her arched back; her nipples no longer grazed my chest, but pressed into it as her hips ground against my own. Thrusting forward, the sound of our skin lightly slapping together began to emanate from between us. With every pull away from her, my body ached for nothing more than to be inside of her again. As her legs lifted off of the bed, wrapping around me and willing my body deeper into hers, I looked into her eyes and smiled. Our flesh was as tied together as it had ever been. It was no longer pressed together, slipping and sliding in the coat of sweat that we were both wearing, but working together in a sacred dance. As if synchronized, our limbs and torsos worked together. I pulled away, and her body dropped back onto the bed; I pressed forward, and she rose to meet me.

There was no need to say anything, no need to moan into her ear that I wanted us to come together. Our bodies were in unison, tied together by the bonds we had formed, and there was no force in the world capable of breaking them.

When she mustered the strength to whisper my name, the first coherent string of syllables that had passed her lips since I began thrusting, I could tell that she was close. Her voice, warm and sultry in my ear, made me begin to question my own ability to hold on. Then, her body sealed my fate; her hips rose off of the bed to meet me, her legs pulling me down. I knew that our journey had reached its crescendo, the final hurdle towards true happiness rapidly approaching. Her body drew me in, contracting around my shaft and signifying her arrival at the moment that we had been slowly building up to.

For a brief second, I contemplated rocking back and standing up with her in my arms, her limbs still wrapped around me. I knew that in doing so, I may be forced to break her gaze. To do so, even for the slightest moment, was something that I couldn't bare to do. Instead, I focused on maintaining my pace and fighting the urge to vary from the course already set.

Unable to hold back any longer, I flung my body into her with a final groan. My entire body shook, every inch of my skin tingling with an intense sensation originating in my thighs and rapidly spreading throughout my being. My cock throbbed, releasing my pent-up arousal deep inside of her. Every pulse of her body around me coaxed another wave from my loins, each accompanied by a feeling similar to the original rush that I had felt just moments before. My arms trembled as I held myself over her, every nerve from my feet to the top of my head on fire.

After what felt like hours, my orgasm dissipated and my body began to return to normal. Hovering over her, our limbs still intertwined and our breathing slowly synchronizing, I knew that true happiness had arrived. "True happiness" felt like an understatement; the slurry of emotions surrounding me seemed like so much more.

Staring down at her, the slight curl of her mouth indicating that we had reached our destination together, I smiled and leaned down. Parting her lips with my tongue, I slowly kissed her. The rush accompanying the soft press of our lips together made it feel like the first time, and in a way it was; it was our first oral embrace since surrendering our bodies to one another.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Riding to that crescendo, then experiencing the zenith together brought all of the moments leading up to this one to an exhilarating splash, the impact cushioned by the waves of the previous collisions of our bodies. Giddy and breathless, I could feel his body start to relax with me, every ragged breath a reflection of my own struggle to regain some balance in the need for oxygen and the desire to feel his warm breath against my lips. Hypoxia would eventually win out, but not before I felt his kiss. Light at first, then his tongue breached the moist divide and drew me into him, where necessity seemed to shift to things that before were merely desires.

My spent thigh muscles trembled as I let them fall away from his body, and I felt that same tremor in his shoulders as he held himself over me, still. Finally, the cool air that had been chased from the room started to settle back in over us and make it easier to breathe. I expanded my lungs and pressed my chest against him as the oxygen began to course though my body. Now that we had taken care of the most urgent of our needs, that need to experience each other completely, I couldn't stop smiling. Everything I wanted was right here. Well, maybe not everything. My stomach growled, reminding me there was pie and ice cream waiting to be had.

"Mmm Carson," I whispered between kisses. I liked the way his name felt in my mouth, almost as much as I liked feeling his body on top of mine. "Thank you for, well, just thank you. I don't know what this is, but it's the best I've ever known." I kissed his lips, rubbed my nose against his, and let out a contented sigh.

I could lie here looking up at him until the end of time, I knew. But life was going to have to carry on, there were classes to attend, cats to feed, other things that had to get done. Those tasks were simply going to fall into one category now; things I have to do that aren't this.

"I think I'm starving. Let's break out dessert, then see what kind of strength we have for more exploring, shall we? I asked, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and burying my face in his neck.

I was still ravenous for him, maybe it wasn't the pie I was after. But then my stomach growled again, loud enough to startle me. Yeah, we were going to need to eat again if we planned any further adventures. I pressed my chest against his, knowing I couldn't possibly push him over, he was too strong for that, but nudging him gently. I didn't want this embrace to end, but I didn't want to pass out from hypoglycemia, either. Our activities had spent me in all the ways I had to be spent. I didn't think I would ever not be starving for him, but I knew we could satiate the hunger that was gnawing at my belly with a little something sweet.

 

[downhomeguy]

"I don't know what this is, but it's the best I've ever known."

I wanted to agree, but her lips pressing forward to meet mine kept me silent. Aside from the logistical problems that would arise from trying to speak with our lips together, I was also muted by the feeling. Hearing her lips exude my name was still thrilling, especially accompanied by the knowledge that it was no longer in the utmost throes of passion.

"Let's break out dessert, then see what kind of strength we have for more exploring, shall we?"

Just the thought of further exploration with her made me smile, hidden from her view by the position of our heads. Rolling off of her and onto my side, I gazed down at her and ran my index finger over her throat and between her breasts.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

Dropping my feet to the floor and standing up, I reached over and grabbed my discarded boxers from the floor. It seemed like a waste to put them on. Then again, I didn't want to run the risk of putting myself on display yet again. Dragging them over my hips, I turned around and leaned down to kiss her softly.

"Stay here. I'll be right back," I whispered before turning and walking out of the room, reluctant to leave her side but knowing that she would be waiting when I returned.

Ducking into the kitchen, I placed my hands on the counter and leaned forward for a second to catch my breath. A giddy smile formed on my lips, one that I couldn't fight back. It was the sort of smile that happens when you least expect it; you know what caused it, but you don't know why. In my case, I suspected that it was the result of pure, unbridled happiness. I was still coming down from the tremendous high that she had aroused in me, something that I had never felt before.

Taking a deep breath and standing straight up, I opened a cabinet and pulled down two matching bowls. Separating and putting them down on the counter, I reached over and gently placed the back of my hand across the top of the pie. It was still barely warm, slightly above room temperature despite the length of time that I knew it had been out of the oven. Scooting one of the dishes against the pie pan, I lifted the large serving spoon I had set out earlier and broke it through the crust, dipping out a spoonful and sliding it into the bowl. Just as I went to swap the full bowl for the empty one, I paused. Dunking the spoon back into the sweet, sticky dessert, I dropped another portion into the same bowl and eased the spoon down.

Turning towards the freezer, I pulled open the door and reached inside for the carton of ice cream. The cool air hit my chest like a wall, and I quickly shut the door. Peeling open the carton, I fetched an ice cream scooper from a drawer. Sliding it deep into the icy confection, white with flecks of dark, I lifted a frozen orb and shook it loose into the bowl. After dropping a second scoop in, I put the carton back into the freezer and dropped the scoop into the sink. Sliding open a drawer, the cutlery inside clinking softly, I withdrew two small spoons and stuck them into the bowl.

Picking up the dish, I held it against my side and walked back into the living room. The sensation of the varying temperatures on my skin, slightly warm and chilling at the same time, I walked over to the stereo system and paused. Music was still playing softly from the speakers, and had gone almost unnoticed by me until now. Balancing on one foot, too lackadaisical to bend over, I slowly punched the power button with my big toe. Turning towards the bedroom, the doorway now less intimidating than it had been earlier, I quietly padded my way back through the threshold.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I hadn't expected him to leave me in bed while he waited on me, in fact, had been contemplating the location of my panties when he leaned over and kissed me.

"Stay here. I'll be right back"

"Mmm hmm, see that you are," I whispered back.

When he disappeared through the doorway I felt the air change, cool off a degree or two. I sat up so the air would cool my back, oriented myself to the head of the bed and stretched. He had two pillows on the bed, tucked neatly under the cover. Well, not so neatly now, but still roughly in the same place they were earlier. I raised the closest one to my face and inhaled, only to be met by the faint smell of laundry detergent, or maybe fabric softener. Not him. I exchanged it for the other one and gave it the same treatment. Ohh, that's it. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, letting the scent settle in, imprint. I traded out the pillows, so I could bury my head in the one that eased him to dreamland every night. I wondered what kind of dreams he would have tonight, if we ever got around to sleeping, that is.

I could hear him in the kitchen, opening drawers, the metallic clink of the spoons hitting the bowls. I wanted the ice cream almost as much as I wanted his touch again. Lucky me, I would get both my wishes. While I'd never considered luck in the hands fate dealt me; I couldn't help but feel extremely fortunate. I loved my new apartment, I was looking forward to school, and now, well, now I had this. I was leery of ascribing words to it before I knew for sure what it was. The beginning of something big, I was certain, just not sure what.

He appeared at the door, carrying one bowl. What's up with that? I wondered silently as I watched him approach the bed. The candle light flickered, casting shadows over the room as he neared. The night had been one of grand gestures, like sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to bed. then there are the smaller, more subtle moves that speak volumes. I noticed not only did he have just one bowl, he had two spoons. Perhaps I was reading more into it; it may simply have been a way to decrease the dirty dishes for later. Regardless, it was an excuse to sit close and share. I appreciated it for that reason.

The spoon he handed me was coated in pie filling and a drizzle of melting ice cream. I put it in my mouth quickly, to avoid a mess, let the sweetness and the cool sensation roll around my mouth. My stomach signaled its appreciation with another rumble, causing me to put my hand over my belly and laugh. He must think I'm starving all the time. I thought I might be just that from now on; ravenous for him, though, not food.

The next bite I went for caused me to clash spoons with his, but it didn't deter me from getting the next spoonful. I offered the spoonful up to him, to make up for my lack of manners. It was also the perfect excuse to let a little of the dessert drip onto his chest. That's where I wanted my next bite to land first.

 

[downhomeguy]

Crossing into the bedroom, the first thing I noticed was her change in position. She had turned, laying on the bed as it was meant to be used with her head near the pillows lining the headboard. If she were to lean up a little, rest her head on her hand, it would have made the perfect scene for a painting. Moving towards her, I turned and dropped down onto the mattress. Swinging my legs up, I rolled over on my side to face her. Maneuvering closer to her, I set the bowl down on the bed between us and smiled. I watched as she took the spoon closest to her, lifting it to her mouth and closing her lips around it. When her stomach rumbled and she laughed, I smiled and reached for the second spoon.

Just as I began to scoop up my own taste of the dessert, I felt her spoon pushing back. The light clinking sound of the silverware brushing together made me smile, and I tried to think of a witty fencing term to say. Unable to come up with anything, I just watched as she lifted the spoon up and offered it to me. Parting my lips and accepting the end of the spoon, I used my tongue to clean the sticky-sweet film off of the utensil. Letting the pie and ice cream combine in my mouth and coat my palate, I chewed and smiled.

"It's perfect," I said, swallowing. "Not that I expected anything less."

Then it dawned on me that my statement went far deeper than a description of our post-happiness meal. Everything about the moment we were sharing was the epitome of perfection: the look and curve of her body in the flickering candlelight, the feeling of experiencing something that had previously been unknown to me, and the taste of peaches, cream, and flaky crust lingering on my tongue.

Dipping my spoon back into the bowl, I sought out a piece of fruit and lifted it up. Just as I tried to pass it into my mouth, a drop of melted ice cream broke free from the utensil and fell onto my pectoral muscle, leaving a small trail of white to where the majority of it gathered on my skin. My body had cooled down, and the cold feeling wasn't as much of a shock to me as it would have been earlier. Ignoring it, I tucked the spoonful into my mouth. I hadn't realized just how quickly dinner had been burned off, and each bite of dessert was welcome. I wasn't to the point of my stomach rumbling just yet, but it was closer than I had realized.

"Well," I said, decided to elaborate somewhat on my earlier statement. Turning the spoon around, I slowly dragged it out of my mouth.

"This might be one of the best things I've tasted in awhile."

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I watched his mouth close around the spoon, waiting for a drop of melted ice cream to drip onto his chest. Unfortunately, he was neat, and the spoon came back clean.

"It's perfect, not that I expected anything less."

Perfect? That may be stretching things a bit, but I had to admit, it was good; just sweet enough, and sticky on my lips. I tried to lick them clean, but the taste of cinnamon lingered and made them feel warm, very much like Carson's kisses had warmed them before. The cold ice cream should have cooled them down, but instead, just made me want to finish dessert so I could get back to that heat. My stomach appreciated the snack, but the rest of me wanted to taste more of him.

I was going in for another bite when I saw the drop of ice cream fall from his spoon and land on his chest. It landed just off center, lingering in a milky puddle before it began to run slowly down and to the center. The gentle thumping of his heart, combined with his slow easy breaths, eased it along its journey until it played out and became just a trace at the tip of his sternum.

"This might be one of the best things I've tasted in awhile."


"I think I know what might taste better," I said and leaned forward.

I started where the sticky line ended and worked my way up, letting the tip of my tongue trace the patch to where the drop had landed. The trace of sweet mixed with the faintly salty taste of his skin was, indeed, the best thing I had tasted in some time, if not ever. I fought the urge to reach for the rim of the bowl and spill the rest of its contents, creating the excuse to, well, eat him up. We were past the point of excuses being necessary to express our desires to each other. And while Carson a la mode sounded wonderful, I was sure it would be more of a mess than I wanted to deal with right now.

I dipped my finger in the bowl he was still holding, finding a puddle of pie filling. I ran the tip of my finger around to coat it, then rubbed it across his lips. In the candle light, the sticky sweet filling looked so enticing, clinging to his lips. Before he could lick them clean I warned him against it.

"No, that's mine," I whispered as I leaned closer.

His breath was warm on my lips as the met, tangled in the sticky sweet goo, delicious on my tongue, his tongue. I sucked his upper lip gently into my mouth and checked for any remaining pie. Finding none, I moved my search to his lower lip, savoring the taste of him as much as the pie, if not more.

 

[downhomeguy]

"I think I know what might taste better."

"Mmm," I moaned, as her head dipped down towards my chest.

Her tongue snaked out, lightly making contact with my skin and slowly moving upwards. As it continued it's teasing journey, the cool air flowed over the wake and made a strip of my chest distinguishable from the rest of my body. I let my head drop back, savoring the feeling of her slightly-rough tongue as it inched higher and higher. When she had reached the point where the ice cream and filling mixture had initially landed on my chest, I watched her finger slowly dip into the bowl.

When her finger raised up to my lips, I flashed back to earlier when I had held her hand in mine and slowly wrapped my lips around one of her digits. As she smeared the mixture over my lips, my initial thought was to lick it off; before I could, she stopped me.

"No, that's mine."

I assumed she meant the filling lingering on my lips, but she may as well have been referring to my entire body, physically and mentally. My mouth slowly pressed forward to meet her, a brief kiss before she began to clean my lips off. My mouth parted as she began to clean the sticky-sweet mixture from me, sucking my lips into her mouth and softly bathing them with her tongue in turn. Next time, we'll have to plan a dessert that pairs well with whipped cream, I thought to myself. When she was finished, I instinctively licked my lips and leaned forward to kiss her.

Holding the bowl to keep it from spilling, I inched closer to her and groaned. Reaching out with my free hand, I ran my palm over her stomach and let my fingers rest on her side. I doubted that there was enough ice cream left in the bowl, the carton, or maybe even in the entire state to supply all of the things I wanted to do with her. Always the optimist, though, I vowed to try. Pressing against her waist, I rolled her over onto her back and sat up. Lifting the bowl and holding it over her, I slowly tipped it until I began to see the milky puddle in the bottom of the dish begin to creep towards the edge. When it reached the precipice, I increased the angle a fraction more and watched as a thin stream dropped down and landed between her breasts. Moving the bowl slowly, the broken stream continued to drip down her chest and over her flat stomach.

Turning long enough to set the bowl down next to the candle, I kneeled over her and lowered my head. Pressing my tongue forward at the bottom of the trail, just above her navel, I licked and sucked at the melted cream dotting her skin. My hands rested on the bed at her sides, fingertips brushing across her ribs. Even in the absence of the ice cream, I presumed that her skin would have tasted just as sweet.

"And this," I whispered, slowly moving upwards, "is mine."

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The bowl was long forgotten by me, as I savored the taste of his mouth. Even though I had taken care of every remaining trace of pie, he still tasted incredibly sweet. His hand gained pressure on my body, pushing me back gently. I stretched back and relaxed, expecting him to join me on the pillows. When he raised up I opened my eyes. What was he doing? I wondered as he lifted the bowl over my chest and tipped it. I could have reached for his wrist, stopped him, but instead, I watched as he slowly poured the remaining drops of mostly melted ice cream on me. The opaque liquid, no longer cold, left a trail from my chest to my stomach. It wasn't cold, but it tickled where it ran, causing me to giggle.

Then, he was over me, his lips resting on the sticky sweet puddle at my waist, tongue lapping softly against my hot skin. The giggles quickly turned to moans, a soft sigh as I ran my fingers down his arms. All ready, that ache was beginning to well up inside me again. We might have emptied the bowl, but dessert was just getting started.

"And this is mine."

His face was between my breasts, his warm breath magnified by the wet trail left by his mouth. I felt his words as much as heard them, and I wondered if he realized his face was right over my heart when he whispered. He might have just been claiming the last taste of dessert, but everything in his sight, within his reach, was, indeed, his.

I stretched my body against him, arched my back to make contact with as much of him as I could. He stayed suspended over me, leaving enough room for air to circulate, for me to just touch my nipples to his chest when I inhaled. I smiled up at him and told him exactly what was on my mind.

"You're right, Carson, it's all yours."

 

[downhomeguy]

Her body rose and fell, each breath bringing her skin closer to my searching lips as I continued to clean off her torso. Passing my tongue up and between her breasts to the end of the cool, white trail, I turned my head slightly to let my cheek brush against her. The sound of her laughter slowly morphing into quiet moans coaxed me to continue further. Each flick of my tongue refreshed the feeling of the cool, sticky liquid on my tongue. Quickly cleaning it off, I immediately went back for more. Her heart thumped against my cheek, a steady beat that might as well have been my own.

"You're right, Carson, it's all yours."

The fire that had been smoldering inside of me was reignited by her conveyance. It's all yours. The desire was as strong as ever, as well as the whimsical thought of turning my bed into a monument of our time together. Monuments, however, are built as reminders...and I had no doubt that I would never forget what had transpired in the last 24 hours.

Folding my legs under me and rocking back, I slipped my hands under her arched back and pulled her up to me. Tucking my chin back into her sternum, I sought out one of her nipples with my lips. Despite having already teased them thoroughly, I was still hungry for the feel of the small, hard but against my tongue. I tugged at it gently with my teeth, then let it go. Kissing the top of her breast, then continuing over her collarbone and into the small dip between her neck and shoulder, I sighed and pulled her closer to me. Pressing my nose into her and inhaling deeply, I whispered softly into her ear.

"And what would you have me do with it?"

The entire night had been about us, what we could do together that would make us truly happy. Now that true happiness had come, I wanted to pursue the feeling before it escaped. And part of me being happy was contingent on her state of mind. We had already expressed our deepest emotional desires to one another; now, I wanted to know what her body was physically craving.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"And what would you have me do with it?"

How to answer his question? We were back to the verbal foreplay, the gentle teasing we had all but perfected in our short time together. I had thought, mistakenly, that I had offered up the open invitation that would simply be accepted, acted upon in the manner to which he saw fit.

His breath was so warm, so close to my ear. Already the feel of his hands on me was more than simply arousing. Where his hands held me seemed to become something different; there was a sense of connection so complete it defied description. It simply was.

And while I could sit right here, wrapped in his arms, and be perfectly content, that wouldn't be a response to what he asked, really. I would be a fool to pass on an opportunity like this, to start our time together with real expectations brought to light. A well-placed moan, sigh, or oh, god yes, can certainly direct, but to be given the chance to start out in that place, well, that didn't come along often.

Then I had an idea, and while it wouldn't answer the question directly, it would provide direction in a much more enjoyable way for both of us.

"Let me show you," I said as I ran my hands up over his shoulders, pushed him back against the headboard.

I didn't want him lying down, just relaxed. I wanted to be able to see his face at all times. When he complied and let me straddle his lap, I leaned forward and kissed him. I held his face, ran my thumbs along his jaw, raised up on my knees slightly, just enough to be able to look down at him. When I paused for a breath he opened his eyes.

"I hope you're taking notes," I whispered, then kissed him again, gently nibbling on his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, letting it go to start over on his upper lip.

He still tasted like dessert, and I voiced my appreciation at his sweetness between kisses.

"You taste so good, Carson, I'm going to eat you up," I breathed against his ear, nibbling the lobe.

When he stated to speak I put a finger to his lips.

"No, you asked me a question, and I'm still answering," I scolded him softly before I went back to my exploration of his face and neck.

I repeated the path he had followed on me when he was clearing the dessert from my skin, just in reverse. I kissed between his nipples, then down to his navel. I ran my tongue along the rim, watched his abdominal muscles tense at my light touch. Then I got to the boxers.

"Oh really, again? I asked as I slid my fingers beneath the elastic and moved back to remove the offending garment.

His cock sprung free from its cotton prison, silently thanking me for the release with a glistening drop of precum. I used my finger to claim my prize, licking it clean before going further.

"Now, I know we have some anatomical differences, but I think you can adjust as necessary when it's your turn to demonstrate, smart college man that you are," I winked at him as I eased them down the rest of the way and tossed them in the floor. This time, I made sure they weren't within easy reach.

This is what I was hungry for now. Him. I rubbed the smooth, slick head against my lips, licking softly around the ridge separating shaft from head. When he groaned softly and leaned back, I wrapped my tongue around him and pulled him into my mouth, savoring the way he felt and tasted as my fingers found their way to his inner thighs. I stroked him gently and felt his legs relax, his hard shaft press against my mouth. When I looked up and saw him with that look on his face, the one I was I already recognized as blissfully content, I winked at him. Then, I went back to my incredibly pleasurable task; enjoying the second course of dessert.

 

[downhomeguy]

"Let me show you."

Before I could say anything, I felt her hands pressing against my shoulders. Reclining back, my torso pressing into the cool, hard wood, I watched as she adjusted her position and leaned over me. From this position, I was willing to let her show me anything and everything that she desired to.

Trying to relax, I concentrated on the feeling of her lips and the steady rhythm of my breathing. Exhaling was easy, but my inhales were a different story. Every time her lips touched my skin, I quietly sucked in a lungful of air. As she nibbled on my earlobe, tugging it gently, I could feel her breath softly flowing in waves and washing over my ear.

"You taste so good, Carson, I'm going to eat you up."

Before I could say respond, she pressed her finger to my lips and silenced me; it was just as well, as I was certain any words I might have been able to muster would have come out as incoherent babble. Unfolding my legs, I pushed them apart to make room for her between my knees. Looking down, I watched the back of her head slowly move down my torso. Her hair fell over my skin, tickling me and serving as a frame to her lips and tongue as she teased her way down my front.

"Oh really, again?"

I could feel her breath, warm and cool at the same time, along the top of my boxers. I smiled, but remained silent; after all, I didn't want to be rude and interrupt her answer. I had donned them more out of necessity than anything else. As well as one night of textbook indecent exposure had played out, I hadn't been willing to risk it again. When she peeled away the elastic, my cock broke free and thumbed back against my body. In all of the excitement, I had been oblivious to my own arousal...but deep down, her earlier statement about further exploration had clearly peaked my interest. The pad of her finger was light as it circled the tip, almost torturously so, and watching her lips wrap around her fingertip as she looked into my eyes was too much to handle; my mouth broke open, a moan rising from deep down and breaking free.

When she slipped my boxers off and tossed them aside, I instantly felt more comfortable. Why, I wasn't sure, but it probably had to do with both of us being completely naked again. Before I could think on the matter any further, I felt her tongue tracing the ridge along the top of my member. As she fed more of me into her mouth, I groaned and sunk further against the headboard. My fingers were dying to slither across the back of her head, gliding between her auburn locks; but to do so might transmit a sense of urgency, and I wanted to do nothing of the sort. Laying my palms flat on the bed, I simply relaxed and yielded to her guidance.

Seeing her wink at me with my throbbing shaft buried between her lips was the last straw. Well, maybe not the last straw, but certainly enough to make my thighs quiver. I didn't know whether or not the moratorium on me speaking had been lifted; it wouldn't have mattered, because I had abandoned trying to construct full sentences. My body was transmitting words directly to my lips, bypassing my brain...getting rid of the middleman, so to speak.

"Mmm, Brooke," I whispered, her name rolling off of my tongue like the most natural thing in the world.

Bending my knees and turning my feet inwards, I slid them towards her until the pads of my toes were lightly touching her. My toes weren't curling just yet, but I expected them to be soon. My hands had already begun to grasp at the bedspread, bunching it up softly and giving me something to hold on to.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

He followed instructions so well, and I could forgive him the slip up, as it was my name he let slip from his mouth. Besides, I knew it was simply an involuntary reaction to my mouth on his organ. Had my mouth not been otherwise engaged, I might have chastised him anyway, in the spirit of playfulness that had developed between us. Instead, I continued my oral assault on his most sensitive flesh, intent on taking him to the edge before I released him from my warm mouth.

I let my tongue lead the charge, licking in slow waves up and down his shaft, wrapping around the head when I got there, relaxing enough to take most of him into my mouth before gasping for breath. His toes curled against my calves, tantalizingly close to that scratch, close enough to cause the ache I had grown to enjoy so much. I let my palms rest on his thighs for balance, and to feel those muscles tense and relax against my hands. The short hairs on his thighs brushed against my skin and made me grip him more firmly, digging my short nails gently into his flesh. I felt the muscles tense, then release when I eased the pressure on his skin.

The candle was still providing enough light to illuminate most of the room, giving me a warm, golden view of this man, this body I wanted to devour in every way possible. Yes, I wanted to feel his release, the one building at this very moment, partake of him in this most intimate way. But I wanted to taste all of him, every last bit of him, head to toe, then back again and again. His fingers, clenched tightly, gripping the bed cover in hard knots, would feel so good between my lips, prodding gently at my tongue while I nibbled softly, palm against my chin. I was planning my next feast before the one before me was completed. That's how much I craved him.

Mmm, I hummed softly against his stiff member, looking up, willing him with my eyes to relax, enjoy, know that I was never happier, never more content, than I was at this moment. When he was near, trembling on the brink, I wanted him to stay right there, in that place between physical, erotic release, and the instant before that happens, until he couldn't stand it another moment. I wanted to take him there now, so I would remember how to do it again. And again...

 

[downhomeguy]

Every time her mouth pulled away from me, I briefly felt a sinking feeling stemming from the fear that it wouldn’t return. Before my anxiety could take root, though, I would feel her tongue slowly running along my length and conforming to every ridge that it came to. Her nails scratched me softly, fingers digging into my thighs and adding another layer of sensation to the experience. When she would sink her lips down over me, I could still feel her tongue pressing against me, bathing my shaft as her warm mouth radiated heat around me.

Her back arched as she brought her lips to the head of my shaft, her ass lifting into the air behind her body. It lingered out of my reach, only furthering my desire to run my palms over it and knead it softly between my fingers. My hands were instead ostracized to the bedspread, which was squeezed increasingly tighter as she continued. My legs had more or less turned to jelly from the knees down, unresponsive to any attempts to move them. They continued to lay against her warm skin, my knees pushed out to accommodate her.

When her lips vibrated around my shaft, my body flinched involuntarily. I could feel the familiar tingling in my loins, the heavy feeling in my stomach that came with the feeling welling up inside of me. I was so close to the edge, and I knew that my body language was conveying my state to her. Each moment was a blessing and a curse; I wanted nothing more than the feeling of sweet release. And yet, at the same time I knew that every delayed moment would make the final act that much better. It was that feeling that kept me from begging her to finish what she had started, despite the primal urge to do so. Any thoughts of drawing a normal breath had long since been abandoned, my air supply now being refilled by quiet panting interrupted by the occasional groan or sigh.

Part of me wanted to stop her, to pull her up into my lap and sink my cock into her so that we could come together. But if speaking was against the rules, then changing the nature of the moment without asking would certainly be forbidden. After all, I had asked her a question…and the answer to it had been hers to give. The glint in her eyes, peeking out at me from behind a veil of hair, suggested that she was content in her answer.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Are you getting this Carson? I wanted to ask, but had no intention of doing so. To pause, so close to the finish, would have been cruel. Playful is one thing, torture is an entirely different game. I could tell by the pressure of his thighs against me, the clawing grip he had on the bed covers, that I was fast approaching that line. My hands found their way to his hips and gripped firmly, and my thigh muscles contracted and stretched in rhythm to the movement of my mouth. My entire body was now engaged in bringing that sweet release to him.

Instead of allowing the head of his cock to slip past my open mouth, I tightened my lips on the ridge and licked in circles every time I reached that place, lingered there until he would moan. Every sound from him directed my actions, I was so completely in tune with him now. When his hips tensed, bucked against me, I gripped him harder, pulled him to me. I didn't need to see his face to know what to do next, though I longed to look into his eyes, see that moment approach, then arrive.

The air in the room was beginning to heat up again. I could feel the perspiration causing my grip on his body to slip, letting my fingers push harder into his flesh without pinching. I relaxed my grip slightly, so I could savor the give of his flesh when I tensed my hands again, feel the skin meld to me. It was so similar to the sensation of my tongue working his flesh in my mouth, wrapping around and stroking along that ridge I knew was most sensitive. I found myself rocking gently to the motion of my mouth on him, rubbing my thighs together and feeling the warmth radiating from between my legs. My hands moved up his body, resting on his chest, feeling the rapid intake of breath, almost keeping pace with the frantic pace of his heart thumping along in his chest. When he groaned, I felt it as much as I heard it. I willed him to relax, let go, give in.

Let me be the one to make the earth shudder beneath your feet, Carson. Please, let me show you not just what I want you to feel, but what I want from you. The answer to your question is on my lips. I want you to take me where you are right now Carson. Then, I want to go there together.

 

[downhomeguy]

Every time her lips paused, tightening around the head of my cock as her tongue slowly circled around it, my body shuddered. A feeling of pleasure, so intense that it bordered on painful, racked my body and left me writhing on the bed. Her grip on my thighs and hips kept me in place, even urging me into her every time that my body arched upwards. Looking down my body, I could see her ass slowly wiggling back and forth over the arch of her hair.

When her hands snaked up my body, passing over my midsection and laying softly on my chest, I could feel her absorbing every movement my body made in response to her lips. My hands rose off of the bed and drifted over, sliding under her palms; my fingers slipped between hers, slowly intertwining together and gently squeezing. In a brief moment of clarity, I made a mental note not to squeeze them too hard during what I knew was about to happen. Part of me thought that I should warn her; but I knew that I wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence. I also knew that if my body language wasn't foreboding enough, nothing I could say would be.

Grunting, my back arched and my hips lifted from the bed. Thrusting to meet her lips, I groaned and gasped as her lips slipped further down my shaft and drew my length into her throat. Unable to stand any more, I felt my body erupt; a shockwave rippled down my spine, extending outward and riding along every nerve of my body until my entire frame was burning. Then, the wave reversed and shot out of my body alongside the first surge of my sticky seed.

When she had drained my body completely, her tongue and throat coaxing everything I had to give from my loins, my frame collapsed back onto the bed. My hands limply slipped from hers, bouncing down beside me; coated in a thin layer of sweat, my heart pounded in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. Were I laying flat, I would have been able to look at nothing but the ceiling; instead, from a reclined position, I was able to gaze down at her beautiful figure.

"That was..." I managed to say between gasps.

Then it hit me...I didn't know what word to use. I wasn't even sure that there was a word fitting enough to describe it.

"Amazing," I let out during another lull in my breathing.

Amazing would have to do for the time being, at least until my mind was able to recover and I could give more consideration to the limitations of the English language. Every word had to have been invented at some point for a specific purpose, and not seemed like the ideal time to add one. Turning my hand over, palm facing upwards, I waited for her to slide back up beside me. But deep down inside, more than anything, I wanted to regain my composure so that I could return the favor.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Mmm that's it baby, oh, that's it...I felt his body stiffen, every muscle frozen, contracted, then one loud, long, groan escaped his lips. I felt as much as tasted him as he climaxed, spilling his very essence, warm and thick in my mouth. I gripped his hands tightly, feeling the perspiration gluing us together, melding our hot skin. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I didn't want to miss any. I relaxed my lips just enough to allow my tongue more space to check for any remaining drops I might have missed. I was relatively certain I had been thorough, but I didn't mind checking again. And maybe one more time. Just because he tasted so damned good.

When I looked up his eyes were open, he was smiling, his chest was heaving with the force of his breathing. The sweat clinging to his skin gave it a warm glow in the golden candle light. I was watching his chest rise and fall, hypnotized by the beat of his heart against the slower rise and fall when he breathed. Kissing up his groin, around his navel but pausing to run my nose around the edge, I was aware of every inch of our skin that was joined. My outer thighs still rested against his now relaxed thighs, my nipples grazed his body, straddling the line my tongue took up his body. When I was almost resting on top of him, I rolled to one side and snuggled up against him.


"Amazing? That's all?" I asked while I nibbled his ear lobe. "I'll make note to do better next time."

The spot I had carved out for myself up against his body, his arm around me, wasn't just the most comfortable place I'd ever been. It was themost inviting, welcoming place I had ever known. It true happiness and contentment are related, this is where they had to have met. Leaned up against the shoulder of the only man who ever dared to challenge everything I thought I knew about life, and love, too, I was completely satisfied. I knew I was going to learn a lot more about myself in my time with Carson than I had up to this point.

My turn was up, but I wasn't ready for it yet. I was feeling selfish. I wanted to share in his afterglow, feel his body relax, and maybe just close my eyes for a few minutes. My mental diary would appreciate the opportunity to take notes. The most wondrous evening of all my years deserved to be captured for savoring later. And while I was reveling in all that was him, I closed my eyes and dozed off. Not completely asleep, but between the cool of wakefulness and the warmth of slumber. Peaceful, content, satisfied.

 

[downhomeguy]

I continued to lay still, temporarily drained of any strength to move, as she kissed and licked her way back up my body and rolled onto the bed next to me. Shifting my arm under her, I tucked it against her torso and pulled her into me. Her body conformed around me, making me feel like we were two puzzle pieces that had been fitted together after a lifetime separated by other pieces, so close together and yet so far away.

"Amazing? That's all? I'll make note to do better next time."

I could sense a smile on her lips, tucked behind my ear, and a playful air in the way she said it. Any better, and I might never recover. Instead of saying anything, I simply basked in the moment. My body was slowly recovering, each passing second bringing more sensation to the feeling of our bodies nestled together.

Looking over at her, I smiled. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, each swell pushing her breasts against me. Her lips were curled in a smile, matching the one gracing my own lips. Every few seconds, her nose would twitch or her lips would move a fraction of an inch; enough to suggest that she hadn't fallen asleep, but had simply dropped into a relaxed state, almost a trance.

Shifting my frame on the bed, careful not to disturb her, I turned my body to face hers. Reaching out with my free hand, I traced her the side of her body with my index finger; when I reached her hip, my hand turned to rest softly on top of it. Slowly following the curve of her body with my eyes, I sighed; when we had pledged to seek out true happiness with one another, I had never imagined it would bring us to this. I had been skeptical at first, curious as to whether or not such an undertaking could be fulfilled. Without knowing what such a state felt like, I had guessed that seeking it would be problematic. Its like looking for the back wall of a dark room, I thought. You can blindly set out towards where you think it might be, or you can feel your way along at a slow and steady pace. Eventually, though, resigned to the fact that it may not even exist, you might be forced to give up. Instead of giving up, we had found the wall...broken through it, even. And what we found on the other side was something I wouldn't have been able to fathom, even in my wildest dreams.

Slipping my hand over her side, I gently ran my palm across her ass and down to the back of her thigh. Squeezing it lightly, I curled my fingers between her thighs and held her closer to me. I could feel her breath pulsing against me lightly, seemingly matching the slow thump of my heart against my chest. Leaning over, I softly kissed her on the forehead and tucked her chin against my collarbone.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The place between wakefulness and sleep was so comfortable I didn't want to change a thing. His shoulder under my head, arm wrapped around me, body warm next to me, made a perfect space for me to meld into. I rested my hand on his abdomen and felt his chest rise and fall gently as he breathed. Contentment had been more an abstract notion than a tangible state until I met Carson. Now, I not only knew what it meant, I was intimately acquainted with the sensation.

When he rolled onto his side, I adjusted enough to maintain my position, and keep his body near. I left my eyes closed, though. I wanted to savor his touch without being distracted. His fingers were gently running own the length of my torso, almost causing me to shiver. I broke the silence with a sigh, keeping my words to myself for the time being, but not able to keep all of the warmth I was feeling from finding an outlet. He answered by simply pulling me closer to him, holding me there. I pressed my knee against his thighs, slipped it between when he relaxed, and sank into him further. Now, I could feel him against me, his neck tantalizingly close to my lips, pulsating gently to the beat of his heart.

That one soft kiss, just barely perceptible through the damp messy curls my hair had become, woke my body from the drowsy state my mind was setting. His mouth on me, just that hint of his breath against my scalp, was all it took. I pressed my face as close to him as I could get, kissed along the ridge of his collar bone, savored the salty sweet taste of his flesh on the tip of my tongue. That one sampling of him, lingering on my lips, making them salty when I ran my tongue across them, was the catalyst, and before I even knew what hit me, I was overcome with wanting him.

I stretched against him, pushing my hips closer, my chest pulling away as my back arched. My nipples maintained contact with his chest, refusing to relinquish their warm place beside him, teasing softly against his body. Now I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I couldn't resist reaching up and running my hand over his cheek, resting my thumb along his chin. The candle light was still bright enough to illuminate his features, make his eyes dance.

"I was wrong when I said the view from my window was the best in the complex," I said.

The set of his jaw changed and I felt his chest push against me, inhaling, ready to respond.

"Wait, let me finish," I continued, running my finger over his lips to gently persuade him to let me tell him the rest. I felt his smile forming before I saw it.

The view from this side of your pillow is so much better than the view from my window," I whispered.

 

[downhomeguy]

I sighed as her lips danced along my collarbone, her hips pressing into me and her nipples brushing against my chest.

”I was wrong when I said the view from my window was the best in the complex.”

You should see the one I have right now, I thought to myself. But before I could say anything, she pressed her finger to my lips.

”The view from this side of your pillow is so much better than the view from my window.”

“You think that view is good?” I paused to lean in and kiss her. “Wait until you see this one.”

Rolling my body over, our interlocked limbs carried her over onto her back. Leaning down, I kissed her softly on the stomach…just enough pressure to make my lips perceptible on her skin. Following a slow path downward, my nose tickling each spot after my lips, I turned and traced the inside of her thigh. Reaching down, I hooked my hands under her leg and lifted it up. Rocking back on my heels, I held her leg up in the air in front of me. Leaning forward, I slowly looked for the scratch on her calf in the flickering candlelight. When I spotted it, dark against the otherwise pale tone of her skin, I pressed my mouth to the end. Softly kneading her calf in my hands, I worked my lips along the length of the abrasion.

When I couldn’t feel the rough stripe under my lips any longer, I eased her foot back down to the bed. Lowering down slowly, I kissed my way from her knee to the inside of her thigh. I could hear her breathing, her chest rising and falling slightly faster than it had been. Her nipples strained upwards, like small peaks against the wall of flickering candlelight behind her.

My body slipped further and further down, until I was almost flat on the bed. Slowly moving her legs, I worked them over my shoulders; then, looking up at her, I smiled. We were right where we had left off earlier in the evening. The smile on her face, the slightly dead-weight feel of her body told me that she was finally relaxed enough to resume what had been temporarily put on hold. Leaning forward, I pushed out my tongue and drew the tip along the length of her pussy. When it bumped against her clit, I slowly circled it before taking the small nub between my lips and sucking on it gently, my tongue pushing forward as I did.

Lowering further, my nose pressing into her curls and nuzzling against her skin, I looked up along the length of her body. Her heels were pressed into my back, her thighs flanking my head. My hands rested on her hips, ready to hold her still or pull her into me if necessary.

“Better?”

Without waiting for an answer, I slowly pushed my tongue inside of her.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

“You think that view is good? Wait until you see this one.”

I had to agree, the view of his head against my belly, was pretty damned incredible. But his lips on my skin may have been affecting my vision. His kisses were so soft they made me close my eyes and let the rest of my senses drink him in. I concentrated on the feel of his lips, then, his nose, brushing softly along my body, snaking down to my thighs.

That scratch throbbed as his mouth made contact; made more intense by the gentle pressure of his hand on my taut calf muscle. Now, it was my turn to utter unintelligible sounds. The ache that started with that rough line traveled up my thigh, made the muscles feel like rubber bands, loose and completely at his mercy. There was nothing I could do, or wanted to do more, than just let go and give in. He made that decision so easy.

My skin was warming to his touch, again, the soft sheen of perspiration that had evaporated in the cool interlude began to coat my skin, causing his hands to glide softly over me. When he looked up, over my belly, my breasts, to my eyes, I felt his warm breath over my mound, I couldn't breathe. I knew what was coming, and there were no words necessary or even appropriate. I simply smiled, took a deep shuddering breath, at last, and leaned back into the cool pillow beneath my head. And then...

Ahhhhh, his tongue was there, at last, sliding between my moist pink lips, finding my clit. My hips bucked involuntarily; I certainly didn't try to pull away on purpose, my body just couldn't obey the signals. I was grateful for the pressure of his hands on me, holding me in place so his mouth could explore without having to fight me reflexes. I heard him say something, but I didn't understand. I hoped he didn't expect anything in response, because all I had was more of the same mix of moans and pleas that had been escaping my lips since he started.

His tongue was quickly turning me into a mass of quivering cells; all connected, but fighting to be first to find that release. When he pushed past the entrance to my womb, everything came together right there. Instead of a disorganized jumble of sensations; I felt a perfectly orchestrated fire building deep inside me, pulsing with life, warming me from the inside. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see his face disappearing between my thighs a little more with each thrust of his tongue, and watch my thighs clench tightly against him.

My breathing was beyond my control now, as was just about anything else. The short bursts of oxygen that hit me when I inhaled kept me focused, but I could feel that familiar ethereal sensation of being outside my body that followed a sudden sprint. When I lost that focus, felt myself slipping over that edge, I fell back and gave it all up to him. The climax started slowly, building from the inside, finding heat with every stroke of his tongue against me. Again my thighs pushed against him, and he held on tight while I let go.

 

[downhomeguy]

My left hand lay on her stomach, lightly pressing her down while it roamed in circles around her smooth skin. My other hand dropped alongside my face, and I quickly eased two digits inside of her. While my fingers slowly worked back and forth, my tongue lapped at her dewey folds. As her hips bucked and rose off of the bed, I pressed my mouth down into her. Her thighs gripped my head, holding me in place and partially muting the sounds in the room; looking up at her, I could see the glazed look in her eyes and the look of lust on her parted lips.

My hand slipped over the sheen of sweat coating her body, similar to the one that I knew I was wearing. The comforter beneath me was soaked, the front of my body burning. The cool air from the air conditioner was a welcome reprieve on my back, contrasting sharply with the other side.. Thank God we didn't eat all of the ice cream, I thought to myself. I knew both of us would need something else to boost our strength before too long. For the time being, though, I was as happy as I had been all night. I could feel her body trembling under me, her lungs struggling to collect enough oxygen from the room. Come for me, Booke, I whispered to myself. Let me feel you let go. Let me give you what you gave me.

Seizing her clit again between my lips, I sucked on it as my fingers sped up. Turning my palm upwards, I curled my fingers slightly and kept going. When she let her body fall back onto the bed, I could tell that she was close; her hips were rocking, meeting my fingers and lips. I could feel her heels digging into my back, he knees straining to meet one another; her breathing was out of control, her walls slowly tightening against my fingers.

For a brief second, I thought about stopping. I knew that doing so would prolong the experience, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to do it. I wanted nothing more than to bring her over the edge; I didn't even want to stop long enough to say anything. Nothing I said would be able to express what I was craving any more than what my lips were already doing. Turning my hand over on her stomach, I pressed my fingernails into her and ran them around her navel gently. Bracing myself, I prepared to ride out her orgasm. I intended to keep my head buried between her thighs until she couldn't bear any more.