1 comments/ 10497 views/ 0 favorites Night of Passions Ch. 02 By: Coeur de Dragon The Room You get on the bed. On your knees you "walk" onto the sheets, still holding my cock. You can feel my pulse race in the palm of your grip. The warm skin, the hard but spongy crown nestled in your palm. You release me and turn around, facing me. I’m standing at the bedside. You go down to your hands and knees, eyes level with my cock. Watching it bob and bounce in time with my heart. You take one hand and trace down its length with your fingernails, causing it to swell even larger. You take that hand and cup my balls, heavy in their sack. You bounce them in the palm of your hand. Holding onto them, you lean forward and taste the tip of me with your lips and you can feel my pulse with them. My crown is purple with desire, hard and yet still soft. Your tongue darts from between your rose lips, tracing around the edge, tasting the tiny slit. Your lips engulfing me, squeezing me, teasing me. Laughing you sit back on your heels, then lean all the way backwards so you end up on your back and offer me a silk encased leg with toes pointed. I kneel on the bed and start to roll the gossamer down your legs, tracing its path with licks and kisses. You watch me with eyes of mischief. Down your thighs, to your knees, your calves, and your ankles until it rolls off of your toes and onto the floor. I take a moment to massage the ball of your foot with my thumb, releasing the tension that's there. When you groan slightly I know I have found the spot and work on it for another minute or two. Turning slightly I pay attention to your other leg and roll its silken cocoon as well, administering more wet kisses and licks along its length, revelling in the firmness of your thighs, the shape of your calves. This foot is the same as the other, in need of a few minutes of firm pressure to cause you to close you eyes and exhale. I finished with your feet, your eyes half shut, your breath regular and your breasts rising and falling, I reach down to the foot of the bed and take a half-melted ice cube from the champagne bucket. Leaning over you I run it over your lips, wetting them, watching as your tongue comes out to taste it, to dart along its surface, cold, wet and melting. I watch as your lips close around it, sucking on it, taking it into your mouth. Gently I pull it from you lips and run it down over your chin to the base of your throat. Then down your breastbone over the freckles that nestle between your breasts, under your right breast into the fold where it meets your chest around to top, across your freckles again and under your left breast, leaving a melting silver trail on your skin. Once finished this circular route, I trace slow concentric circles on your right breast, drawing an intake of breath from you as the ice leaves an icy trail on you. I watch your face. Eyes still closed, biting your lower lip as the cube makes it journey slowly towards your nipple in smaller and smaller circles. Finally it reaches its goal. I trace around your areola, watching your already long nipple get larger. I run the cube across the nipple and it swells even further. You wince a little, as it is so hard and tight. To tease you more I lift the cube to your other nipple to see if it will do the same, and it does. Now with my ice getting smaller and smaller, I palm it in my hand and commence my journey downward, between your breasts again, across your flat stomach, where you giggle as the icy drips run across your skin and tickles you. I stop for a moment to try to recover a rogue drop with my tongue. But I miss it as it hides around your diamond stud and then proceeds to drop into your belly button. I have to stop now to recover a new ice cube as the old one has melted its last drop onto your skin. Taking the new cube I trace from your belly button to right leg to discover that your ticklish as well along your inner thigh. When I take the rapidly melting cube along the crease where you right leg joins your body, you giggle again and pull you leg upwards to wards your body in reflex. Curious, I run it along the crease of your left leg and you react the same way. Now that you have pulled both legs up as you start to laugh louder, you have given me complete access to your pussy and the temptation is too great. I take the last little sliver of ice that I have and hold it between my now numb fingers and trace alittle circle around your clit. Already long and elegant, the ice cold urges it to a new tightness, like your nipples. Now with the ice completely melted and silver trails all over you body, I lean down. I can feel its hardness on my lips. I taste you. I can feel your heart beat through it on my lips. I feel your hands in my hair, your hips rising. "I want your cock" you whisper, "I want you inside of me" I kiss your button, your hands pulling my head up to your face, to your lips, where you taste yourself on my lips. Our tongues duel over each other's lips and teeth. You spread you legs tempting me. My cock still hard, throbbing pauses at your smooth delicate folds. Releasing one hand from my head, you reach down and take my cock, trace it along the your slit, across your button. You find the spot you want and you push upwards. My cock head just parts your lips and I start to lower myself onto and into you. Slowly, with gentle thrusts we work my cock into you. I can feel you take me in, feel your muscles grip me, reluctant to release me as I pull out to push in a little further. I can feel your wetness. I can feel your tightness. You can feel me stretch you a little as I go deeper. You feel my heart race between your thighs, the delicate lips, and me inside of you. Our lips crush against each other, our teeth bite each other's lips. Your breasts are crushed against my chest as we pull each other tighter, closer to each other. I can feel your nipples like hard pebbles against my chest. Finally I am all the way in, I can go no further and we stop, savouring the moment. Then in unison we start the gently push and pull of love making. Like hand in glove we fit together so well. Your body fitting around mine, moulding to my shape, anointing my cock with your wetness. Taking a deep kiss of you lips I raise my head and try to catch my breath and roll to my right, turning you with me, putting you on top. I edge one leg out from under you, then the other. Puzzled you look at me, but all the time you keep up your pushing and pulling. I take my legs and wrap them around your body, pulling your legs together and pushing your body between my thighs. Now my cock is trapped between your thighs as well as inside of you and my legs hold them tightly together. Your body weight shifts so that now all of you lower body weight is on your pelvis, on your pussy actually, and your button now rests on my pubic bone. Holding you like this I can no longer take long thrusts and your button is in constant contact with that hard ridge of my body. Smiling now, knowing my intentions, you move in small circles on me. I can feel your button, so erect and hard against my skin. Your thighs pressed tight against each other squeezing my cock in rhythm. I can move but only an inch or two and I match the rhythm of your thighs. Your eyes show you're in total bliss now. Your button is being constantly teased and aroused, pushed and rolled with me, your lover deep inside of you. You lean down to me, kiss me gently on the lips and our motions speed up, become more urgent. You close your eyes, then open them again so that we can see into each other's eyes. I'm lost in your eyes. Our breaths are fast and short. We twist and squirm, drawing into each other. A blush starts on your neck, between your breasts. Your nipples turn dark and red. You make that low moan deep in your throat. I thrust one last time and freeze. Le petit mort. I feel you spasm around me You feel me cum deep into you. Adding to our wetness. Feeling our passions mix. Having your shoulders shake, your breasts move in soft delight, as you collapse on my chest Feeling your nipples burn into me. Hearing your breath hesitate then release in a slow expulsion. Your final moan, of release. Lying there in the bed, sheets tussled, the scent of our lovemaking in the air, our hearts stop racing and our breathing slowly returns to normal. We lie there, arms around each other’s bodies, legs entwined our bodies warm against each other. Our hair is tussled and all over the place and we both have a gentle blush to our skin. Your so beautiful. Gently we disengage from each other, untangling arms and legs as we pull pillows under our heads and the sheets up to our chins. Facing each other we kiss gently and re-wrap arms around each other, legs over each other. "Je t'adore " and "I love you" is spoken, punctuated with soft kisses. You turn around and let me spoon into your body, cupping breasts, wiggling against your ass. I whisper into your ear, "I am yours Chantal Rose, completely". You reply, "I am yours, unconditionally" We snuggle even closer and sleep the sleep of lovers. Night of Passions Ch. 03 12:08 a.m. My eye centres on the bedside clock. Its green numbers are staring into the night as I slowly come back into focus, bright green blurs in a room of ghostly shadows cast by the full moon outside. My body is still pressed against yours Chantal Rose, as I remember the passions of a few scant hours ago. I feel your hair on my face, smell your scent of rose and vanilla and the earthier scent of our lovemaking. Gently squeezing your breast I roll away from you and out from under the sheets and walk across the room to shut off the dim room lights. With the lights off, I can see the faint line of your body composed on the glass of the window. The out line of you cheek, the points of your nipples on the glass, the globes of your breasts around them, faint ghostly shadows reflected into the room by the moonlight. I pad across the room, walking into the chair with a thump on my way to the closet. I rummage around in the bottom of the open suitcase as it sits on the luggage stand, until I find the small bottle that I’m searching for. The full moon outside fills the room with ghostly shadows that contrast with the green glow of the alarm clock….... 12:08 a.m. I return to the bed and slip back under the sheets, back into the warmth of our bed, out of the coolness of the room. Snuggling down under the blankets and sheets, I spoon up to you again and you wiggle away slightly from my now cooler body. Your breathing is slow and shallow. I try to spoon again, pressing my self against you, wrapping my arms around you and you sigh gently and push back into me. I cup a breast, nibble your neck. I try to hold back a sneeze as your hair tickles my nose. A soft sigh escapes from your lips as you roll onto your tummy, the bed sheets slipping down your shoulders. I prop myself up on one elbow and massage your neck, the ball of my thumb resting on the nape of your neck. I take long strokes along the top of your shoulders, dragging my fingernails across your soft skin, working my way downward. One slow motion pulls the sheets down to your waist. The moonlight shows me a strong back, the ghostly paler marks of your bathing suit straps cross your back. I trace a light touch down your back, along your spine, making a long slow lazy trail over your skin, just brushing the top of the bed sheets as they sit bunched up on the small of your back. A final slow trail down your back, I take the sheets in my hand, toss them from your body. The moonlight illuminates strong legs, topped with a firm bum. A darker shadow rests between the cleft of your cheeks. I stroke the top of your legs along the crease where your legs join your body. You rock your hips and I know your nestling your button into the smooth cool cotton sheets and you open your legs slightly. I trace my finger between the cheeks, feeling your warmth, smooth, except where I find the tight little pucker. A soft moan escapes your lips. I take the bottle of oil that I had just retrieved from our luggage and pop the top open, drizzle a little of the oil between the cheeks of your bum. I take my fingertip trace between the cleft, top to bottom, then along your pussy lips. The warmth of the oil encourages you to open your legs a little more. I re-trace an oiled finger between the cheeks again and hesitate at the tiny pucker. You respond by wiggling your bum for me and you sigh softly. I reach out and take one of the bed pillows, and slide it under your hips, lifting your bum into the cooler night air. You to spread your legs alittle bit further apart as you lower your hips and nestle against the pillow, slipping your hand between your thighs you lay a finger along your pink slit, your palm on your button. I take to oil bottle, drizzle a little more at the top of the cleft of your bum, letting it run down between the cheeks over your most private spot. My fingertip parts your cheeks, finds your rosebud, circles around it. I can feel it relax and then tighten under my touch, as your not sure, wanting, but reluctant. I get behind you, straddle your legs.. ..pull you up and back so your on your knees, your face pressed against the bed sheets, your hand staying between your thighs. Your pussy lips draped over your single finger. Your button is a hot nubbin on the palm of your hand. Your full breasts hang heavy and move in time with your fast breaths. Each inhale and exhale causing your nipples to brush over the sheets, teasing them to become long, hotter, puffier. I part your cheeks, my cock, straight out in from of me, throbbing, bouncing in time to my heartbeat, nudge your darker rosebud with the swollen crown of my cock. Feel you resist.. I pause, circle you with a fingertip, feeling you slowly relax under my touch.I take my cock in my hand, hold it to you. You relax and I push gently. You close your eyes, gasp, and slip your finger between your pussy lips. I enter you. More oil and you yield slightly and I hear you gasp again, as my cock pushes its way in, feeling you clinch and relax as I start to take you, fulfilling your most intimate of desires. More oil. Some going around my cock, allowing me to slip even deeper into you as I thrust. A small trail of oil flowing past, downwards, past your rosebud, onto your pussy lips, as they are split by your finger, running down the inside of your inner thigh, onto the bed sheets leaving small damp patches. I hear soft moans of desire coming from deep in your throat and you lower yourself back onto the bed, your hips on the pillow beneath your hips. This drives your hand tight against your swollen button, forcing your finger deeper into your pussy. Your wetness spreads over your pussy lips, onto your fingers, onto the cotton billow sham. Suddenly, your body tightens, your breath stops, and you shudder, releasing a deep moan from deep in your throat, your eyes close as you climax. You have me trapped, held tight in you, unable to move and yet so close to my own release. You finally relax and I pull out of you, slip my cock head along your pussy lips, stroke my cock and I cum, spurting over your lips, your inserted finger, onto your button. The sensation of my hot cum, sticky on you, in you, over you as you circle your swollen, tender button with a finger covered in cum, makes you climax again. A softer, gentler orgasm but at the same time, more pleasurable as a second wave washes over you, making you sigh deep in your throat making you shudder again, your breasts pressed hard against the bed sheets, nipples engorged and hot against your skin. A long drawn out throaty exhale with my name, ” mmmm David” You purr. You turn to me, your hands in my hair and kiss me on the lips. I lean down, kiss your nipples, diminished, soft and pink, surrounded by the other little bumps around the outside of your areola. Your lips brush against my ear, “ C’est bon, mon amour” and I whisper back, “ Oui, c’est bon, mon Chantal Rose”.