2 comments/ 14393 views/ 1 favorites Pearls of Desire Ch. 01 By: opal_fusion Spring. The cherry trees are in full blossom, petals of pink and white fluttering through the air, just as my heart flutters in my chest. We've met a thousand times, but not once in person, not once in flesh and blood. Now here I am, walking the downtown streets, hoping I might catch a glimpse of you. I haven't told you I'm here yet. I want to surprise you. Tonight when you sit down at your computer to tell me about your dreams, I will tell you about mine. I will tell you of how I wait for you in a hotel room just blocks from where you live. I will tell you to come to me, to join me, to spend the evening with me. Or perhaps I will tease you, elude you, make you guess and wonder at if I'm really here or not. Perhaps I will give you one night to prepare for me, one night to lie in wait with the knowledge that I'm close enough to touch, to taste. One whole day to anticipate the night of your dreams. This all sounded like a good idea, until it became clear that I would suffer equally as much, sitting in my hotel room, watching your words flash across my screen, growing hotter and wetter by the moment, knowing that you were close enough to touch, to taste; the anticipation growing within me faster than the speed of our internet connection. One more night. One more night of torture by text messaging before I could have your body next to mine for real. We talk into the night, planning, dreaming, hoping; wondering if we will feel the same connection in person that we've shared online for the last several months. You are sure that we will. I am less certain. Yet I can't deny the all consuming desire your words incite in me. I feel my limbs tingle just thinking about the things you've described to me in exquisite, inviting detail. And thinking about that first time we came, together, online, has my body humming with awareness at the memories. I spend my day shopping, a laundry list of items to buy in hopes of pleasing you. You told me what you'd like, you told me what would turn you on. And so here I am, gathering my arsenal of womanly wares, setting out to turn one night of passion into a night of carnal bliss to last us a lifetime. Back in my hotel room, I prepare for you meticulously: shower, shave, trim. I stand naked before the full length mirror, my long hair curling around my face, across my shoulders, over my front, down my back. Languidly, I trace a finger from the hollow of my throat down my chest, between my full, round breasts, nipples puckering in response to my thorough self appraisal. Inhaling deeply, I let my finger continue its path over my flat, tight belly, acquired by weeks of shaping exercises. I draw my finger lower still, over the indent of my belly button, over the smooth skin below it, finally coming to rest on my pubic bone. Momentarily, I study the trimmed patch of dark hair that guards my secrets. My eyes travel lower, accessing my long, toned legs. Turning to the side, I study my firm, but ample behind. My sun-kissed skin glows bronze in the muted overhead light. I lower my eyelids and try to see myself through your eyes. A shiver of anticipation chases up and down my spine. I reach for the lilac scented body spray and mist it into the air. I walk through the perfumed cloud, shivering as the cold droplets bead against my heated skin. I close my eyes, inhaling the unmistakable scent, visions of spring and new life dancing in my mind. I hope that the scent of lilacs in the air will always remind you of me, of us, of the night to come. I look at the clock and my heart races. Thirty minutes. I have thirty minutes to become the woman of your dreams. I slip into the bra and panties set I've bought for you: a slippery black satin confection. The panties are barely there, covering the essentials, yet hiding just enough to add allure and intrigue. I imagine you grasping the thin satin-covered elastic side strap with your teeth and breaking it, you being too hot and hurried to take the time to remove them properly. That image still fresh in my mind, I slip my arms into the bra, feeling the caress of satin against my bare flesh. The bra manages to contain my breasts just barely. Leaning over, I reach for the dusty rose-colored angora sweater that I've laid out on the bed. It is soft, so soft, and I chose it because it exactly matches the color of my nipples. It slips on like water, flowing over my curves, defining them, clinging in all the right places. The V-neck front dips low, revealing the soft upper curve of my breasts. I wonder if you will deign to run your tongue along the cleavage I've put on display for you, or if you will only think of doing it, not daring to take the chance. The black skirt I've chosen to complement the outfit is snug around my waist and hips, flaring out playfully into a miniskirt below. It barely covers my behind when I'm standing upright, and doesn't have a chance when I'm sitting down. I imagine Marilyn Monroe and see the picture of her dressed in white, standing over the grates, holding down her skirt being blown upward from underneath. She wore something akin to this, but longer. I twirl in a circle, watching the skirt flare out, my panties playing peek-a-boo with the casual observer. One last finishing touch, the crowning element of my ensemble. Sitting on the bed, I remove the brown paper lid of a rectangular box and unravel a mass of fragrant white tissue paper to reveal strappy, black stiletto sandals. I slide them lovingly onto my feet, criss-crossing the thin black straps around my ankles. They make me feel feminine, delicate. They make me feel sexy. I stand and admire how they emphasize my long, long legs. My golden brown hair lays in waves around me and I decide to pile it in a curly mass atop my head, held in place by only a string of pearls. Stray tendrils remain to frame my face. One small tug, and the whole mass of curls will tumble down around us both. That inviting image leaves me feeling warm inside, anticipating a time when I can do just that, leaving our naked bodies bathed in my soft curls. And the thought of what you might do with those pearls, the sensual adventures that await me, makes me shiver in response. I apply my make-up carefully, enhancing my features, not hiding them. Brown eyeliner on my lower lids to emphasize my caramel colored eyes, a tawny brown eyeshadow on my upper lids, edged and heightened with a dusty rose matching my sweater, my nipples. A slight blush on my cheeks. A deeper rose lining and coloring my lips, teasing you with the palette of colors that awaits you below; the color of my nether lips. Small, teardrop diamond earrings set in gold and a matching necklace are the last to be added. The pendant of the necklace dips invitingly between my breasts; the better to draw your eyes there I muse. I hold my breath and take one last look in the mirror. It is silly to be so nervous about how I look now, when I already know you think I'm pretty. But it's our first real life meeting and I want to look my very best for you. I want to look hot for you. I want to be desirable to you. I want to be the fantasy woman you've seen in your mind's eye for so long. Just then, there is a knock at my door and I think my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. I consider laying lavishly on the bed, waiting and willing, calling for you to enter, but I decide against it. Nervously, I twirl a stray curl in the fingers of one hand while reaching for the door with the other, wondering what you will look like in person. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and turn the knob. Pearls of Desire Ch. 02 You stand before me, filling the doorway, drinking in your fill of me as I take in all of you. My heart skips a beat. The pictures you'd sent me don't do you justice. You are dressed all in black. Black polished shoes, black pants, black button-down shirt, black suit jacket. You smirk as my eyes travel the length of your body and I blush at being caught, but I can't help myself. You are here. You are real. And you are smiling at me, oozing confidence and sexuality. The promise in your eyes leaves me feeling breathless and nervous. I swallow at the unspoken desire that lies between us and step back. Any thoughts of not feeling that connection, that spark, upon meeting in the flesh fled the second I opened the door and your eyes locked with mine. It was all right there, waiting for me, just as you assured me it would be. "Dinner?" you ask. Dinner. The word swirls around in my mind. Yes, dinner, of course. That was to be our signal. If I was feeling uncomfortable or needed more time, all I had to do was suggest eating first. But food is the last thing on my mind. I look up at you. You are waiting for my answer. It occurs to me that your stance hasn't changed. Your legs are braced shoulder length apart, your hands at your side. The only indication of your impatience for my answer, my approval, is in your hands. I watch them flex and release, as if you are trying not to reach for me. I shake my head ever so slightly. "Dinner can wait," I say. The light in your eyes changes to one that does funny things to my stomach. I've invited you down this path, and there's no turning back now. Suddenly, I feel like a caged animal with no place to run. That, in itself, is more exciting that I would have ever imagined. This is real. No more black pixels flashing innuendos against a white screen. No more sitting on edge, waiting for the next words to appear. No more placing my hands on myself, imagining that they are actually yours. Time spins to a halt as you reach for me. I stand frozen, holding my breath in anticipation. You brush your knuckles across my check. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined," you say, your voice rich and deep, your words overlaid with sensuality. I am thinking the same thing about you, but am too stunned by the way your touch makes me feel to form the words. I fleetingly realize that you are the first man to leave me speechless, but then you are leaning towards me, and nothing much matters anymore other than the feel of your mouth against mine. Our lips touch only briefly before you pull back, your eyes burning into mine. "Let me take a look at you," you say, your hands on my shoulders, holding me in place for your perusal. I feel your eyes travel over me like a caress. And, like a caress, I feel my body responding. My heart beat increases and my nipples pebble against the black satin of my bra. I wonder if you've noticed, but one look at where you eyes are tells me that you have. "Nice," you say before raising your eyes back to mine, pure male satisfaction written across your face. I feel the urge to look down, to see if you've responded to me as quickly and as easily as I have to you. As if reading my thoughts, you say, "Do you want to touch him and find out?" I look at you, startled by your forwardness. You laugh and before I can respond, you lower your lips to mine once again and kiss me. This time for real. I close my eyes and melt against you. Good lord you feel good. Better than I could have ever imagined. I had worried about things being awkward, moving too fast, moving beyond my control, but now, none of that matters. Now, I just want you, all of you. I want the promise of carnal ecstasy that I see in your eyes. I want you to make me sing. And, I want to do the same for you. I want to be all the woman you ever dreamed of and more. I've imagined this so many times, but nothing comes even close to the feel of your body against mine. I can feel the heat radiating from you and I snuggle closer, my breasts pressing against your chest. Your hands slide down my back to cup my behind. You pull me into you, into him. Oh. Well. No question there. I feel him hard against my stomach and I smile against your mouth, a smile of pure female satisfaction. Before I know it, you are backing me up towards the bed. I think fleetingly about slowing things down, but for what? We've waited so long for this, done things over the computer that I'd never dreamed of doing before. My mind makes one last feeble protest while my body shudders with eagerness, warm moisture marking my readiness. I press harder against you, trying to relieve the pressure building in my loins. The feel of your arousal elicits waves of desire to course through me. I moan against your mouth, a sound of pure pleasure, and in that instant, I feel you grow harder, larger, your lips more frantic on mine, your tongue, searching, seeking, mimicking the movements the rest of your body is seeking; in, out, swirling around. You rock your hips into me and I nearly give in, but there's something I want to do first, something I've been dreaming about doing since that very first time you took me down this erotic, sensual road. I may have been a cybersex virgin, but I know that when I take you into my mouth, you will be the one feeling like a virgin. I shudder in anticipation and, putting my hands on your shoulders, I step back. This time it's my eyes conveying the promise of carnal ecstasy, and my lips tingling at the thought of what awaits you, what awaits us both. Pearls of Desire Ch. 03 The thought of what I am about to do to you makes me run like honey; dripping and sticky. I take a deep breath and look into your waiting eyes. My hands still on your shoulders, I push down gently, urging you to sit on the edge of the bed for me. We've spent hours chatting about this, our words directing each other's hands, our minds filled with fantastic images. Now, here we are. And now I want to do this for real, give to you the sensations with my lips and my tongue that my text messages could only hint at. I may not be the most experienced woman on the planet, but I know what I'm good at, and giving mind-blowing blow jobs is one of those things. Obediently you sit, your expression one of amusement before you realize what my intentions are. Then, your eyes darken, your pupils dilating, and I watch with satisfaction as you suck in a quick breath, a telltale tremor racing through your body. My eyes never leave yours as I step back so that you can see me better. With ultimate care, I slip my arms from my angora sweater, and slowly, sensually, lift it over my head, imaging your mouth watering at the sight of my breasts clad in black satin, a stark contrast against the color of my skin. I skim my hands down my sides, coming to rest on the waistband of my skirt. I watch your eyes follow my movements and smile seductively. Then, in slow motion, I slide the skirt over my hips and down my long legs, feeling a thrill of excitement as your eyes follow my movements. Standing before you in a sheer bra and panties, thigh high sheer stockings, and stiletto sandals, I turn in a circle, letting you drink your fill with your eyes. I stop with my back to you, and looking back over my shoulder, I unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor before me. Then, I slide my panties off and step out of them before turning around. The appreciation in your eyes makes my blood run warm. I watch as you unceremoniously strip out of the rest of your clothes, leaving yourself totally open to my perusal. You sit before me, fully naked, and fully erect. The sight takes my breath away. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I yearn to reach out and stroke your face, let your silky hair slip through my fingers like water, run my hands down your chest, playing with the dark nipples that make my mouth water. But what I really want, more than anything, is what lays between your legs, waiting for me, heavy and ready. The sight of you alone, all male, all mine, makes my anticipation grow beyond anything I've ever experienced before. I can feel the moisture gathering between my legs. I wonder if you have any idea how aroused I am. I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks and spreading across my chest, my nipples pebbled and hard. With only a moment's hesitation, I close my eyes and slide my hands over my breasts, letting my palms caress my nipples, before sliding my hands down farther, over my abdomen, and farther still. I let my fingers trail into my curls, finding my entrance eager and weeping. I hear you hum in appreciation. Soaking my fingers with my own juices, I touch myself a moment longer, the desire coiled deep within me only heightened by the knowledge that you are watching my every move. I step forward to stand between your legs, but shake my head when you reach for me. Tentatively I reach out, brushing my essence-wet fingers across your lips and feel a thrill of excitement as you inhale sharply and suck my fingers deep into your mouth. The sensual promise in your eyes is enough to make my knees feel weak and my head spin. Slowly I lower myself to my knees before you, openly appreciating the sight before me. If I wasn't so aroused, I would spend longer teasing you, perhaps running my fingers through your chest hair, suckling your nipples. But as your erection bobs in front of me, and the deep ache within me flares, nothing else matters. With a delighted sigh, I reach out with one finger and very lightly trace the curves of your manhood. I have never seen you before in flesh and blood, and my imagination didn't even come close to this. You are incredible. I ache to touch and taste and experience things I've only dreamt of. I raise my eyes to yours as I slowly trace the path my finger has taken with the tip of my tongue. The feel of your silken texture sliding along my tongue makes me tremble inside. When I had dreamed of this moment, I had imagined taking my time to appreciate every inch of you in slow deliberation. But the feel of you against my lips, hard and wanting, is more than I can take. I wrap one hand around the base of you and slide you into my mouth. I hear your soft moan and it pushes me farther over the edge. Moaning myself at the exquisite feel of you, I run my tongue over the small slit at the top, savoring the taste of the pre-cum that has gathered there. I vaguely register the sensation of your fingers slipping into my mass of curls and releasing them, the string of pearls slipping away before your hands return, massaging my scalp, making me ache for those incredible fingers of yours to be working their magic elsewhere. Your hips sway beneath me and I wonder if you even know. You taste so good, so masculine. Humming in appreciation, I suck you in deeper; slowly, sensually, exploring you with my mouth. As I caress the sensitive lower rim of your head with my tongue, I feel you buck beneath me and together we moan. I feel shivers of excitement run through me. I ease you deeper still, my lips meeting the hand that caresses the base of you. I hold you there for a long moment, relishing the feel of you embraced by my warm wetness. So intimate. So incredible. I squeeze the base of you and slide you in and out of my mouth until you are wet with my saliva. Gripping you firmly, I let my hand follow my mouth, sliding up and down the length of you as my lips and tongue follows suit, the combination sheathing you with each stroke, intimately enveloping you in heat and wetness. The thought of you inside of me, thrusting lovingly in and out just as you are now—the two of us, moving together as one––has me reaching for your package, holding it, weighing it, stroking it lightly. I feel it tighten, the muscles in your legs bunching in anticipation. The sounds you are making and the motion of your body are lighting a fire within me. I want nothing more than to feel you cum in my mouth. Not knowing if you will only serves to increase my excitement. I want you, all of you, and I want you now. As I feel you getting closer, your breathing faster, shallower, I let go with my hands and slide you all the way in, deep into my throat, my face pressed against your groin. I grasp your hips, pulling you even deeper, releasing you only long enough to breathe. I hear your mounting moans of release and my heart swells with anticipation. Soon, I am moving my hips as well, swaying to a rhythm as old as time, my body a torch lit only for you. I am moaning with you, rocking into you, taking you as deeply as I possibly can, urging you to cum in everyway I know how. And then you are there, crying out, hot spurts of fluid bathing my throat as you rock against me, your fingers tangled almost painfully in my hair, holding yourself deep in my throat. I can feel your pulsating release, the jets of fluid that I long to taste. I swallow effortlessly, humming in approval, wanting all that you can give me. Wanting everything, wanting more. Pearls of Desire Ch. 04 In one swift movement, you lay back on the bed, pulling me with you. You whisper your pleasure in my ear, and the feel of your tongue, flicking in and out suggestively, makes me squirm. I feel you smile against my ear as I wiggle closer, my body aching with a need only you can fulfill. As I lay on my back, you lay beside me, your head resting on your hand, looking down at me with open admiration. Our eyes meet and you smile; not an ordinary smile, but one promising devilish delights. Shivers of desire chase up and down my spine. My hips move of their own accord, calling out their own wants. You aren't even touching me and I can't help but respond to you, especially after how turned on I got from kissing you. Your smile widens and I long for you to put your mouth to better use. A moment of charged silence lays between us, as if we are both waiting to see who will make the next move. And then, you reach out and pick up the strand of pearls laying discarded on the bed, studying them for a moment as if deciding what to do with them. My mind races with possibilities while my heart beats faster still. You let the pearls drip from your fingers, leaving them to hang just above the hollow in my neck. With a gleam in your eye, you lower them until they are barely touching me, just a whisper really. With deliberate slowness, you let the smooth, cool beads roll across my heated skin. I can tell by the look on your face that you know how aroused I am. I want so much more than this, but the look in your eyes says, "Patience, my dear. Patience." And so I settle back to enjoy your sensual assault on my body. I close my eyes and feel the pearls slide between my breasts. I ache to feel them against my nipples. Instead, I feel them pool in my belly button. Just when I think you are about to move them, I feel your tongue slither between them, making me jump in surprise and delight. You swirl your tongue there for a moment. Who ever thought a navel could be so erotic? And then your warmth is gone, and I'm again left with only the cool spheres traversing my skin, a stark contrast from the warm wetness of your tongue; a reminder of how much more I want. The pearls almost mock my desire, except for the knowledge that you are using them to tease me, to heighten my desire for you. I feel the pearls slip downward, along the indent next to my hip bone, over the top of my thigh, almost down to my knee, where you reverse directions. I can't help but spread my legs a little further as I feel the strand of beads caress my inner thigh, working their way closer to the place I most need your touch. Opening my eyes, I see you looking at me, the most intimate part of me. I wonder if you can see the wetness that awaits you there. Pleasure shoots through my body as you drag the strand of pearls across my folds, the friction exquisite. I buck my hips, begging for more, and you oblige me by letting the pearls slide back down between my legs, then dragging them upward again. The touch is enough to drive me crazy, but not enough to give me true satisfaction. I squeeze my legs together to increase the friction, trying to hold them there as I feel them slipping away. I watch in awe as you lift the pearls to your mouth, sucking each one delicately, savoring the flavor of my juices on them. I stir restlessly on the bed, wanting more, needing more. Instead, you take your time, a look of rapture on your face as you taste each bead as if it is the best dessert you've ever had. You are watching me as well, entreating me to imagine that it is my bud you are sucking on, not just a pearl. That image has me reaching for you, but you gently push my hand away. "Patience," you whisper. "Let me savor you." Heat spirals through my body. This man wants to feast on me, who am I to rush him? I close my eyes again to block out the image of you, to keep hold of the fragile reigns of my control. I feel you lay the pearls against by lips, dragging them sensually back and forth before you skim them over my cheek, down my neck, coming to rest at the place between my breasts. I hum my appreciation as you drag them across one breast and then the other. The feel of the pearls being wound around my swollen nipples causes me to suck in a quick breath, holding it at the intense sensation. I bite my lower lip as you pull the tight loop tight around my nipple. Just when I don't think I can take it anymore, your tongue lashes out and licks the exposed tip. I groan at the exquisite torture of it all and clench my fists in the sheets to prevent myself from grabbing your head and holding you there. As I writhe on the bed beneath you, you tug the pearls free, leaving me at a loss for the contact of them. But then you are wrapping them around my other nipple, your tongue bathing its tip, my body shaking with need beneath your ministrations. This time when you pull the pearls from my nipple, you wrap them around three of your fingers and drag your beaded hand down my abdomen, coming to rest on my pubic bone. The sensation of those cool pearls dusting my sensitive skin makes me shiver. "Open for me," you say. Obligingly, I spread my legs. I feel you shift your weight to poise between them. And then you are coaxing my knees to bend, spreading me even wider for your viewing. As you kneel before me, I feel your eyes on me. I imagine my clitoris, blushing pink, peeking out from its hood; my lips swollen and parted for the taking; my entrance, weeping hot tears of desire. In that instant, I feel the fluids seep from me, and your groan confirms that you've seen it too. I feel the pearls fall like rain against my eager clitoris, which swells even more in search of pleasure. My breathing labored, my body begs for what it needs, seeking more contact with the pearls, with you, with anything. But you are very good at this game you play, keeping me on edge, raising the stakes. The pearls slide away and I feel their absence to the bottom of my soul. "Touch me¸" I plead. "Keep your eyes closed," you whisper, and in that moment, my excitement doubles. I wait, breathless, the absence of being touched charging my nerves. And then, I feel them. The strand of pearls, wound around two of your fingers, stroking my entrance, seeking entry. I lift my hips and open wide for you, silently pleading for you to slip them inside, to let me feel them caressing me everywhere. I cry out as I feel your pearl-laden fingers slide inside of me, the pearls bathed by my own juices. I move against your fingers, my walls tightening around the pearls, my heart racing. The pearls rub against places I had no idea existed. The exquisite sensation makes my nerves dance in anticipation. I open my eyes to see you watching as you slide the pearls in and out, and in that moment, I lose it. I feel my orgasm approaching like a runaway train. I begin to shake and tremble. And then, your mouth envelopes my clitoris, sucking it in, my cries of rapture surrounding us. The pearls dancing inside of me, your lips and tongue stroking my clitoris, and my hips, bucking wildly against you, send me careening over the edge. Pleasure sears my nerves as a blindingly intense orgasm echoes across every cell of my body. The build-up of your barely-there touches has me writhing in ecstasy longer than I ever thought possible. As my orgasm peaks, I try to pull away, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Instead, you gently nip my clitoris, your teeth causing me to peak higher and harder than I ever thought possible. I scream out my climax, writhing against you, your name on my lips. Pearls of Desire Ch. 05 I can feel your recovered arousal pressing against my leg as you stroke my newly sated body. The hazy bliss of pleasure fades as I feel your fingers thread through my pubic hair in search of my treasures. I jump when you touch me, still oversensitive from the best orgasm of my life. You nip at my lips, while your fingers dance in my juices. "I want you," you whisper. Those three little words have my body humming for more. I turn into your embrace and kiss you with abandon; our tongues dueling for dominance. As my hand wraps around your erection, I hear you sigh. Then you are turning me over onto my stomach and pulling me up on my hands my knees. I feel my warm juices start to flow all over again. I lean forward, giving you the access you desire. I can feel you kneeling behind me, studying me from this new angle. Your hands slide up and down my back, you erection nudges my entrance. I reach between my legs for you and rub your tip against me, wetting you with my essence. Your hands come to rest of my hips and I tilt back as you push into me. We both inhale sharply at the intense pleasure––physical and emotional. For a moment, we hang suspended in this time and space, holding onto the feeling of being one. And then, you start to move. I want to relish the emotional bliss a moment longer, but your body is driving me to new heights. The feel of you sliding in and out of me, of your fingers grasping my hips, the sounds of your groans, has me succumbing to my body's insatiable desires. I drop to my forearms and feel you slide even deeper inside of me, eliciting a moan out of both of us. I feel your fingers flex on my hips as you thrust into me harder. Squeezing you with my inner muscles heightens our pleasure and I feel you grow harder as I grow wetter. I arch my back into you, yearning to feel you as deeply as possible. That slight position change causes your testicles to bounce against my clitoris with each stroke. Soon I am trembling beneath you, my orgasm fast approaching. You move faster, your little guys bouncing off of me enticingly, and I soar higher. I feel you reach for my breast while thrusting into me, harder, faster, caressing me everywhere, until I am screaming out again and shaking against you, my orgasm pushing me to take you with me. But as soon as I finish, you slip out of me and lay on your back. "Ride me," you say. "Ride me fast and hard. Make me come." Oh. Your words leave me breathless and make my stomach jump. I am amazed at how quickly you can turn me on. I reach down and hold your throbbing penis in my still trembling hands. Suddenly I feel like my last orgasm was just an appetizer, a prelude to more. I slip over your hard body and poise myself over your erection, your tip a whisper away from my entrance. Slowly I move above you, just out of your reach, teasing you with my curves of my body. Your eyes are alight with approval and desire. I sway to a dance all my own, teasing you with what awaits you. I reach behind me and trail the tips of my fingers up your inner thighs, careful to tease but not touch. Slowly, I slide my hands over my own body before returning them to yours. I slide my hands up your abdomen, my fingers weaving through your chest hair to find your tight nipples. I roll them between my fingers, watching your eyes dilate with pleasure. I lean forward, peeking at your penis bobbing with desire but still out of reach. Capturing your nipple in my lips, I stroke it with my tongue before sucking it inside my mouth. I graze it lightly with my teeth and am rewarded by a sharp intake of your breath. Your hands move to my hips, urging them downward, your body seeking fulfillment in mine. "Patience," I whisper, a devilish gleam in my eye. You lay back and let me torture you with my touch. My tongue teases your nipples while my hands explore your face, your muscled chest, your sides, your abdomen. My fingers weave in and out of your pubic hair and down to your package while my lips dance on your neck. Your hands squeeze my buttocks, lost in their own sensual adventure. When I can't stand the mutual torture anymore, I position myself atop of you. Our eyes meet and our gazes hold each others, enraptured, on the verge of something big. Your hands rest loosely on my hips, giving me free reign to take you when I'm ready. I close my eyes for just a moment, and when our gazes lock again, I drop, hard and fast, swallowing you whole. Your breath rushes out, and echo of my own. And then we are moving, together, as one. The exquisiteness of feeling you fill me in all one stroke has us both reaching for each other, the mating of our tongues mirroring the mating of our bodies. Our kisses are frantic as your hands caress my back. I relish the feel of you moving inside of me, stroking my inner fires and desires. I feel us both getting closer, but I want the moment to last a little longer. I ease myself upright so that we can see each other making love. I watch for a moment; me on top of you, moving, molding to you, you sliding in and out of me with liquid ease. You are watching too, and that thought has me squeezing and stroking you with my inner muscles. My eyes meet yours and you reach for my breasts. The feel of your hands there, measuring me, pinching my nipples has me rocking against you even faster. Your groans of pleasure light me on fire. You reach for my hips, seeking to increase our rhythm. I take my breasts in my own hands, picking up where you left off, caressing them and rolling my engorged nipples between my fingers for your pleasure as well as mine. I arch my back, reveling in the feeling of my clitoris rubbing against your public hair, arousing me more by the second. Your quickening breath echoes my cries of pleasure as we move together. I can feel you getting nearer as my nerves tremble on the verge of ecstasy. I shift our rhythm until I am the one in control, my hips rocking swiftly back and forth, riding you. Your hands on my hips push me harder, faster, until we are both screaming out, my walls milking you, your bursts of release inside of me sending me careening over the edge, both of us giving over to blissful oblivion.