0 comments/ 7259 views/ 0 favorites His Touch By: Midnight Angel She begins awakening with a long slow sinuous stretch. The blanket covering her form caresses her bare skin, stroking her just as his hands had the night before. Lines of velleity stream down her chest, across robust globes that seem to arch forth to fill his hands. Hands that aren't there but linger in her memory and at the heart of the one writhing within her bed. Tight flushed nipples ache for the caress of his thumb, the bite of his teeth and the claiming of his mouth so moist and brutal. She reaches for him only to find his day has begun without her. Turning her head into the folds of her pillow she tilts her head back and groans. Auburn locks spread across the pillow, still untamed and mussed by the hands that had conducted the sweetest symphony of satisfaction upon her willing frame. The song still lingers upon her flesh in the form of welts that have diminished to dual lines of delight. A simple reminder of who is in control even when he is no longer at her side. The blanket continues its journey across her creamy flesh, drawing unforeseen fingers down her stomach, delving into the indentions at her hips to grip her soul and wrench it from the darkest corners of her heart. A slight gasp catches in her chest. She can still feel his masculine digits fan around her sides to cup her ass. In this dreamy state his hands seemingly draw the blanket down further across her sinuous form, raising it from her body so that she may be exposed for his eyes only. She can see him in her minds eye, he is taunting her while he takes what he pleases. Coiling her head to meet the soft caress of her pillow she slides one silken leg against the other, the whisper soft sound is but a mere cry for him alone. It beckons him from his journeys to cut his path back to her side. Regardless the hushed enticement has been put forth. These thoughts haunt her, making sensitive skin burn with a glowing hue, shivering with the slightest brush of air. The ache builds to a fevered pitch, her nether lips ache to be parted by his fingers so that he may explore the passion that's built for him. The blanket slides down to her ankles, pulled by an unseen force. Tis accomplished by the will of the man that speaks in a deeply hushed tone, making his intentions of a dark secret rendezvous known. She cannot escape these invisible bonds. His words make her grind her ass back into the bed and yet she whimpers for more, yes always more, begging her savior in her time of need. Dark intentions spur her memories. Ribbon once caressed her flesh then bit into her limbs to bind her tight. The bond had already been forged, wrought with a sexual deception to be played upon her flesh with a singular simple word stroked upon her back, scribed upon her skin to seep in and mark her in ways no other could fathom. From his lips to his fingertip to her flesh....and the temptation had only just begun. Mine. And now she fights this murky place between fantasy and reality. Denying the sheets that have been whipped from fevered flesh and the blanket that began the newest plight of pleasure he'd invoked. Another gasp marks the air followed by a litany of cries that exhale the agony embroiled in her loins to cum for him, to give him the gift of her subservience. Trailing her fingertips between her heaving breasts she opens lust filled eyes that tell the truth more so than her lips would ever impart. As her fingers travel closer to her moistly parted lips, she eases her legs wider apart. Her hand is his hand, carrying out the actions that his lips had murmured against her ear while she still slept. "When you waken, your hand does my bidding, your sheets tangled around your body are my limbs, claiming you as mine. The blanket that warms you is but my skin melting into yours. And when you touch yourself, it is my hand that vexes you with such pleasure, my hand that grows slick with your essence. Mine." Both hands sprawl across the sheets, grasping them to ball the fabric in her palms. Her grip so tight resembles his grip, the sweetest ecstasy that's searing through her core and straight to her throbbing clit. Every muscle is tight with the agonizing waking of her torment, flaring and blooming until it's the only thing she can feel. Breath after breath greets the air with the promise that soon she will crest from blissful agony and into full blown orgasm. Her hand slides two fingers between velveteen lips, spreading herself open, wide enough to accommodate the thickness of his digits had he been there. Bucking up she shoves her fingers in past her knuckles, the soft padding of her thumb tracing tiny circles against her slick rigid clit, just as his hand would conduct the orchestral maneuver. A solitary cry laced with need and conducive intentions breaks the breathy serenade that flows through her mind. It's the same serenade that had been coupled with his throaty groans the night before. Her other hand still cloaked in sheets draws in closer to her bucking body, forcing herself ever closer to the edge of erotic bliss. She can feel his voice so warm and thick, vibrating against the tender skin below her ear, urging her to greet the torrential flood of rapture that will soon coat his fingers and then her lips. Shaking her head from side to side she jerks her hips from the bed and cries out as wave after wave of euphoria wash over her. Curling her fingers she gasps and grits her teeth, "Come hither..." he chuckles, tugging once more to plant firmly in her mind that she does as he bids. Auburn locks sway into her face, plaited across her features in moist craggy lines of ravagement. "That's it kitten cum for me." A soft kiss is placed where his words have pillaged her soul, and once again at the hollow of her throat that's bared and open to him. A violent shudder births a sigh that makes her shake in it's wake, smiling as only one plunged into desirous ecstasy and devastation could smile. Sodden fingers are pulled from the heated silk of her cunt and caressed across her lips. The tip of her tongue flits forth to taste the sweetness that makes rosy lips glisten. "Mmmmm as you wish Sir." His Touch Deana was injured by a drunk driver, but not to the point where she was in a wheel chair or bedridden. There were some things around the house she could still do. Like change a light bulb, even if it required the small step ladder. She didn't know why it happened, but she fell. She changed that light bulb numerous times before without incident. However this time when she went to climb down the small ladder missed the last step and landed on her backside on the floor. The noise caused Marcus to come running in from the den. He went over and comforted her and checked for injuries. He frowned and with a scolding tone spoke. "Deana I told you I'd change that bulb, now look you fell." She glared at him and hissed her reply. "I know but I am not disabled I can still do a few things!" "You think you can, now look lets just visit Dr. Stephens to see if you are okay." He called the doctor, and we told to come right in so he could examine her. They went to the doctor and after a quick look over the doctor informed her she was fine. "You're lucky you didn't break anything. You will be sore and bruised, just take Tylenol for the pain, and take it easy for a few more days." She smiled and replied, "Thanks heavens, but I did bruise my dignity." "You ought to let Marcus change those bulbs from now on and no climbing," the doctor ordered. Marcus spoke, "Let's get you home. Thanks doc." He escorted her home and pampered her for the rest of the day. Around eight pm she informed him she needed to go to bed. The look of her face told Marcus she was hurting. He assisted her to the bedroom, and helped her undress and get ready for bed. He then went and got her some Tylenol, and water. He offered it to her then stated, "I'll be in joining you in a moment, let me go lock up and shut the lights off." "Okay, I'll be here, you are such a help." She waited until he left the room as she hated for him to see her cry. It wasn't long until he joined her. He slid in next to her and carefully reached out to her. "Come here baby let me hold you gently. Let me kiss you and take your mind off your pain." She brushed the tears from my eyes and smile as she moved into his arms. His arms went around her and with a voice as smooth a Tennessee whiskey spoke. "Now let me dry those tears," as he kisses each eyelid. "Where do you hurt the most sweetheart?" "My lower back hurts the most." He brought his lips down on hers and his love for her radiated between them. "Okay let me help you take off that nightie and lie on your stomach. I have the solution to help ease your discomfort." She gave him a puzzled look. With his help she moved anticipating his gentle caress. "Be gentle honey I feel like a train run over me." "I will baby, now try and relax." With a touch as light as a feather he started massaging the middle of her back, working downward. He paused but only to reach for the lotion kept next to the bed. After placing some in your hands, you warm it then apply it to my skin. "Damn you're tight, am I hurting you?" "Some, but keep going a massage will do me good." Marcus worked each muscle group gently. With his touch only getting firmer as the muscles relaxed. He noticed her breathing was smoother and she had her eyes closed. "How's that feel, baby?" "It feels good. Guess what you are now hired as my personal masseuse." He laughed, kissed her shoulder, and resumed rubbing. He massaged lower, slowly, and methodically, knowing and see that it was helping. Slowly her body relaxed and she let out a sigh a relief as her pain begin to edge away. In her mind she said, 'Oh I knew there was a reason I love this man, he has great hands.' "You can do that all night if you want. Mmm, you always know what I need." He smirked. "Oh I have a plan lil-darling. I am going to rub you down in more places by than just your back by the time I'm done. But only if your into some sexy fun." "Keep rubbing, Casanova. Ask me in a few minutes then I will tell you yes or no. However, just being in your arms all night feels great to me." He kissed each area before rubbing lotion into it. When he came near her buttocks, his fingers slid between the cheeks teasingly. Moving downward, until he caressed her pussy. She didn't object so he kept going. "Honey, spread your legs I'm going to massage your legs too." She opened her legs and closed her eyes basking in the feeling. She could easily fall asleep as his caress was doing its job. Except that he also knows a backrub sometimes turns her on. Tonight was no exception; her nipples were getting hard and her pussy throbbing. "God, she thought I hope he notices." He runs one hand across the back of her bush supposedly unintentionally, ooooh she's wet. "Deana are you still hurting or are you ready for some sexy fun?" She purred, and winked, "Hum I forgot where I was hurting. Help me turn over so you can touch my pussy baby I think it needs massaged." "Let me take my boxers off after all can't have sex with clothes on. After helping her turn over, his fingers didn't touch her pussy. First he kissed her deeply as his fingers toyed with her nipples. Her lips were as sweet as honey. Following that his lips sucked and nibbled on each one. "Mmmm I love a titty man!" He kept caressing her with his fingers and lips moving downward slower than a snail, on purpose. He didn't really touch her pussy and it was throbbing. She blurted out, "OH FOR FUCK SAKE....EAT MY CUNT BABY!" He paused and answered, "In time doll." Then he resumed tantalizing her. After a while he moved between her legs, and spread the pussy-lips wide and moaned. "Mmmm you have such a pretty pussy. It looks good enough to eat." She quivered with anticipation and it seemed like a long time before his tongue touched her velvety folds. When it did she almost creamed all over his face. "Omg, that feels sooooo good! That's it, just like that, ooooh you know what I like. Mmmmm keep it up Marcus and I'll cum!" He stopped long enough to hiss, "Good, cum for me baby!" His words were music to her ears. The surge started in her head and moved down like a jolt of electricity. Her whole body spasms uncontrollably. "Fuck I'm cumming!" He didn't speak, just eagerly lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar, like a pup at a bowl of milk. His mouth and tongue made her climax again. Following that he rose up and immediately kissed her, hard, sharing her juices with her. She broke the kiss and exclaimed, "Fuck me!" "I thought you'd never ask! After all darling the night is young and the fun has just begun! How do you feel?" She giggled. "You know something, and I forgot where I was hurting. By the way, I don't care about sleeping, do you?"