0 comments/ 26882 views/ 6 favorites Your Body By: eightyfiveon31 I miss your body so. Even though I've never had you, I still miss your body. Even though you've never been next to me, beside me in bed, I've fantasized about it so often that it seems like you should be. I think about you all the time – the way you'd feel, the way you'd smell, how I'd touch and taste you if you were here. How much I want to please you. How much I need to please you, my darling. I know you've never been with another woman before. I know you've never been with anyone at all – you're so very innocent with your smiles and your unanswered lust. But I know I could please you, if you'd just give me the opportunity. So that's what I've been doing this evening. Fantasizing about you. Dreaming about making your first time so very special. In my mind, you're lying in bed next to me, and you're smiling, and I want you. You're so soft, so soft in my mind that I have to reach for you. I've always dreamed about pulling you close to me, your head resting beneath my chin. I wish I could wrap my arms around you, one hand in your hair, the other moving up and down your belly in circles. You're so soft beneath my fingertips and I want more. I want all of you, as a matter of fact. I wish I could roll you onto your back, tug your shirt over your head, and taste your skin. Your skin, in my mind, is so creamy and smooth under my mouth, so perfect and unblemished. I want to blemish it. My lips run over your skin so gently, but now and then, I have to take a tiny bite. I hear you cry out in surprise, in pleasure, and then I bury my face in your neck. I suck and bite, leaving angry brown bruises in my path. I like it. I like it a lot, and I think you do too. I want more. I trail kisses down your neck, going left, and I kiss ever so slowly around your left breast. I deliberately avoid the nipple, running my tongue around and around in circles, before so carefully flicking my tongue over it. You moan, and you squirm, and I have to keep that feeling going. So I go to your right breast. I run my fingertips so slowly around your breast, trailing kisses down the side, before taking your nipple roughly in my mouth. I can feel you digging your nails in my back. Somehow, I hope you draw blood. I move down your belly, my hands leading the way. Your bellybutton is of great interest to me, and I run my tongue around it, then into it. I slide my hands beneath you, cupping your ass, squeezing it. "Get on your knees," I whisper to you, and you always do. Your ass is up in the air, your face buried in my pillow and you always love it when I run my tongue into your crevice. I lean over, tonguing your ass, and I can hear your muffled cries through the pillow. I love the way you taste, my darling. I pull you over, returning you to your back. My hands are on your thighs, pulling them closer to me, spreading them apart, and then my mouth is on you. It's on you and I move my hand lower and I'm inside you... and oh God, can anything else be so divine as the way you tastefeelsound when I'm fucking you? Your pussy tight around my fingers, and I'm the only one who has ever felt you this way. You're so tight, so warm, so fucking hotwetsweet. My tongue runs over your clit quickly, as if I'd die without making you come. My other hand moves down to finger your tight ass, and you positively scream as I penetrate you. I love being so deeply inside you, fucking you every way I can, my mouth devouring you. And so you come for me. You always, always come for me. You cry out, shuddering, and collapse back on the bed. I can feel your ass contracting around me, your pussy releasing my fingers after it has spent itself. Your wetness, as always, is overwhelming. My darling girl... I take you in my arms, letting you rest. Your sweat-drenched curls hang in your face, and I reach up to pull them back. I kiss your mouth, to share the taste of you, beautiful girl. And then we both collapse in sleep, exhaustion overcoming us at least until next time. I miss your body so... even when it's only in my head. Your Body is a Winter Wonderland Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. "Come here, already," I said. I was lying on the floor, my head under the Christmas tree. I could see your feet and calves on the coffee table, but I had to call for you twice before you lowered yourself to the carpet and scooched under the tree with me. "Well, hi," you said, with a slow grin. "Fancy meeting you here." A quick kiss and then, distracted, I mused, "This is so pretty. Just look up at all the little lights." For a moment I gazed back at what seemed a million tiny white lights, their brilliance softened by the shadowy pine needles. A glance back over at you..."You're not looking!" "I am looking." "Looking at me," I conceded. "That doesn't really count." I rolled onto my side so I could face you, my left shoulder just brushing the lowest limbs on the tree. "I'm telling you, it's a really pretty view." "Oh, I agree," you murmured, smirkingly pulling me closer, the tree skirt wrinkling underneath me. "I'm sorry - I'm just not in the mood for a pine needle in my eye." "All right, cranky," I snarked, though I couldn't keep the corners of my mouth from quirking upward. "Let's get out before the tree takes its revenge on us." We lounged on the couch for a bit, lazily kissing, but I was antsy - I wanted it to just BE Christmas already. I was so eager to give you the presents I had wrapped (badly, but energetically) weeks ago. I kept asking if you might perhaps like to open just one, just a wee little one, but you said no, not until Christmas Eve, at least. "That's FOREVER away," I moaned like a 6-year old, only half-mocking in my mock-pouting. Then I had an idea. "Ohhhh, I have a present I think you'll want to open now," I cooed. I moved back onto the coffee table so you could get a good view. I was wearing one of those corset style thermals with no bra, so it was easy enough to strip my shirt off prettily - tugging it down so that my hardened nipples poked at the waffled fabric, and manipulating the hook and eye closures with one hand. I pinched my right nipple through the shirt and you moaned before I could. The lights from the tree dappled my skin as I tugged off the sleeves. Then came the jeans and panties together - I still haven't quite figured out how to take them off in a truly sexy manner, so I just distracted you by standing up and bending forward at the waist; letting my mouth nuzzle the front of your sweats as I pulled them off with one hand and tossed them aside. I'll admit, I continued to mouth you even after I was naked, though. There's something so sexy about feeling your hardness through the barrier of clothes, as if we're doing something illicit. You were breathing hard, leaning forward to trace my exposed breasts and neck. You said, "I - uh - I...." with a couple of gulping false starts, and I smiled a little to myself, to hear you so unsettled already. I wondered if you had been thinking about this for awhile. Then, in a rush, you burst out, "I thought you said you had something I could unwrap." I giggled. "Well, not exactly. "I said I had something you could OPEN." And with that I turned around in a mirror image of my previous position, so my elbows rested on the coffee table and my ass tilted up in front of you. I reached around and ran my palm methodically over my butt, just in case you had misunderstood my lame single entendre. I needn't have worried - before I could finish I felt your hands circling my waist, your mouth at the base of my spine. For some reason, I had expected you to plunge right in, but of course that's not you. Instead, I gasped, my hair brushing the tabletop, as I felt you gently spread me open for inspection; your thumbs cradling my clit and your warm mouth teasingly brushing. I kept saying, "Oh" -- a dozen different intonations of the same word -- as your tongue began to play over me. A little kiss on my inner thigh. "Shall we get in bed?" I laughed, stretching myself back up to my full height, as you hugged me from behind. "Yeah, all the blood was rushing to my head like that." "Mmmm -- I know that feeling," you whispered, and I could hear your smile. In the bedroom, I "helped" undress you, which no doubt meant that it took longer, but it was also quite a bit more fun. I couldn't resist taking in a mouthful of cock. It was far too close as I sat on the edge of the bed in front of you. I grabbed your hand and held it on the back of my neck, asking silently for your help in pushing it in farther. I love the feeling as you seemingly catch on a notch in my throat and then, pressing gently, slide free and deep. It's so reminiscent of the way you move into my other wet, eager channel, and the association always gets me dripping. You still find it hard to believe that it's my favorite kind of foreplay. This time you had other plans for me, though. I wonder if it ever feels like Twister -- one hand lightly circling my breasts, brushing my nipples until I keen. The other deep inside me -- a couple of fingers here and a couple of fingers there, gently fluttering and pressing against my walls like a terribly naughty sea anemone. Your mouth -- oh my. I find it hard to even remember exactly what you do with that lovely mouth, because it makes me so very stupid. Licking, flicking, sucking; I feel sometimes as if my pussy is literally a nether mouth kissing you back. In the past, most guys have been proud if they could just pull an orgasm from me. And fair enough. But that's not enough for you -- you tease and toy with it; feel it lurking just under the surface and yet deny me until my head flails and I am begging. Sometimes wordlessly, stretching and gasping, trying to maneuver for just a second's additional contact. Sometimes you push me too far; I lose all self-control and plead quite shamelessly: "Please, let me come now. Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh! Please!" My hands ball up until the nails press little half-moons into the flesh of my palms, but I don't even feel it until much later. Then it's just a charming souvenir. This was one of those times. When you finally allowed me to come I felt as though my cries were ripped out of my throat by a force beyond me. I shuddered and my torso tensed and jerked upward in little, useless sit-ups. You probably would have let me recover for a bit longer, but I was too aroused by my own wetness and the knowledge that you were also literally dripping with excitement. "Come here," I said once again, my voice now a bit ragged at the edges. "You know what I want." You took my head in your hands, kissing me. I could taste myself on your lips as I arched up under you. "Tell me," you insisted. I don't know if you were really unsure, or if you just wanted to hear me say it. Perhaps a combination of both. But I didn't question; just let my desire out in a rush of words. "I want you to fuck my ass. I want you inside. I'm so wet and open now, I'm sure you can slide right into me. I want you to fill up my asshole with your come." Saying these things just notched up my fever even more, and I wouldn't have stopped except that you closed my mouth with your own, kissing me desperately and moaning, growling, as if we were already doing these things. When you broke the kiss I didn't say anything, just pushed to the side so that we rolled together, exchanging places. I didn't want you to worry about hurting me. I rested one hand on the side of your face, looked into your eyes and said, "Now?" You couldn't even formulate the words to answer, just nodded and let out a strangled breath. I reached down with one hand to skim some juice from my cunt down to my ass, but it really wasn't necessary. I took the rest and stroked it over your shaft, which was already just as slick. It took a second to maneuver you in just by feel, but once I found the spot you slid in me like a billiard ball thunking cleanly into the corner pocket. There was that same kind of satisfying rightness to it. I reminded myself to relax and breathe deeply as you stretched my inner walls. But once I had you inside, I began to tighten my muscles up, gripping and releasing your shaft. I leaned forward, my hips rotating in a slow figure 8, and kissed my way up your neck. My tongue flicked out, tasting warm, salty skin. I mused, laughter in my voice, "Now, this is an interesting variation on sitting on Santa's lap. But I guess it's what all the bad little girls want for Christmas this year." Then I gasped as, for the first time, you drove your hips up against me, pulling down at the same time and burying your cock even deeper inside. You muttered, "Oh, I can feel how much you want it, you bad girl. You're SO sloppy wet." My hand tightened on your shoulder. "Oh! Oh, God!" I paused for breath and sanity. "You know I can't think clearly when you talk to me that way." Breathless but sly, you answered, "Oh -- is it the talking that's getting to you, then? And here - I - thought - it was -- the -- fucking." With that you pulled me down again, hard, and I screamed. I leaned forward so that I could more easily glide my hips over you. I tried some shallow movements, enjoying the feeling of your head rubbing at my entrance, but my own selfish need made it impossible to tease for long. Soon I was back to long, deep strokes. I bent over you and my clit rubbed against your pubic bone, giving little shocks that made me whimper and tighten up. I couldn't talk, couldn't even really think, and I started moving faster, my hips pistoning over you. You put your hands in my hair, holding my head tightly, and whispered, "Oh, that's it,sweetie," over and over. My own voice was foreign to my ears as I started to shake, little thrills scampering over my skin. In a dim corner I could feel an orgasm building, but I couldn't act on it. Somehow you knew, though, and you reached a hand under me, slipping between our sweat-slapping bodies to manipulate me. I was gasping for air and half-crying with the intensity of it all. It was almost a relief to slip over the edge. It felt just like that -- as though the ground had fallen out from under me. I clutched you close, moving just a little, my spasms almost painful in their force. You came only a few seconds later. I'm not sure if you had been waiting for me like a gentleman or if my own orgasm had pushed you over. I admit, rather shamefacedly, that I had lost my awareness of you as anything more than my fuck toy. So, when I caught my breath, I looked at you somewhat shyly, as if reacquainting myself with you. You flexed your penis inside me and I jumped and twitched, feeling a bit oversensitive. I rested my head on your chest for a moment, hunching my back up like a cat, and listened contentedly to your still rapid heartbeat. I'd like to pretend I had something clever and Christmas-appropriate to say at the end. Something about resting merry, gentlemen, or having a holly, jolly Christmas. Sadly, my brain wasn't working clearly enough for that; I could have barely managed a paltry fa-la-la. I suppose I could claim that I invoked the reason for the season, our sparkling tree and eggnog and presents. I have my doubts as to whether he would want to claim this mundane little miracle, but, without a shred of irony, I said, "Jesus Christ, that was good." Your Body Is a Wonderland We've taken many showers together , however, immediatly upon entering the dark , steamy bathroom and hearing the steady rythym of the shower running you see the wanton desire blazing in my eyes as the last rays of light stream across my face before the door shuts behind us. "MMM , what's this? " you ask , " Shhh , baby, just enjoy " I whisper. Standing beneath the hot relaxing water your curiousity is enhanced by the blinding darkness as the anticipation builds. Staring at the shadowy outline of my beautiful water goddess the ache of my pulsating cock grows more intense with each passing second. But , this isn't about me , It's about seduction. My pleasure will come in time. As I work your favorite perfumed soap into a thick lather you lean facing against the cool wall , I step up behimd you working my strong hands along the subtle lines of your neck , gently coaxing those tense muscles , a soft moan escapes , slowly I glide across your shoulders and down your arms washing every inch with a familiarity matching your own. Gently kneading your shoulders once again I continue my exploration. Wandering over these contours I smile as the "love bumps" rise to my touch. Kneeling , your soft lower back eases quickly at my urging, since I am an ass man , my throbbing cock twitches violently as I frame that firm , round , delectable ASS of yours with my hands , squeezing , rubbing , worshipping. You push back writhing in response to my caresses, As I tickle your tight lathered asshole I can feel each quiver ripple through you. My resolve is dissolving rapidly , I slip my hand between your legs and across the swollen lips of your sweet pussy, rubbing the sensiitive clit fast and furious , you grind into me quaking with excitement. "Not yet, baby" I whisper softly My hands flow down the back of your legs, "Sooo tense, honey" , " I want you to fuck me , I need you wonderful cock!" you pant in response. Working my strong experienced hands up and down your thighs and calves ease the tension further. Now facing me, I begin the ascent. Rubbing along the shins , up your thighs, using both hands on each leg I squeeze , massaging deeply , hearing your constant sounds of pleasure is bringing me to my boiling point. As I look up at your beautiful face I am reminded why I love you so much. I gently lift one leg and drape it over my shoulder as I lean in , the sight of your delicious shaved pussy is so inviting , slowly my tongue runs along the wet slit, I feel a hand stroking my head prompting more , pushing harder, my tongue opens your wanton petals further, I feel the tiny clit throbbing , as I brush across it you shake hard. Knowing you crave release my pace suddenly goes from slow and soft to harder and faster. Using my lips to pull and suck your little bud feverishly, you grind your pussy into my face , moaning louder, your breath quickening. " I want you to cum on my face , baby " I beg. Continuing my oral assault on your clit , I draw it in with my lips and lick hard and slow keeping an even pressure. I reach up and grabbing your ass push you into my hungry mouth. With your tummy shivering I hear " Oh , fuck, Yesssss!!!" as you cum hard, convulsing, that sweet nectar flowing into my mouth , my tongue flicking and stroking , draining you. Nearing the end I release you and watch as you writhe in extasy. Regaining your senses and breathing returning to normal I again lather my hands and continue working my way up your soft tummy coating every inch. Looking up once again I see that your eyes are still closed tight and you are lost in your own world, the world of delight my hands are creating. I move up to those awesome breasts, rubbing underneath them knowing this is one of your pleasure "spots" , the soft moans begin anew. I take those wonderful orbs firmly in each hand as I begin to rise. Now fully upright with my hard cock dancing on your tummy I draw you to me, pressing my lips to yours , immediately we are drowning in passion our tongues twisting and twirling as if for the last time. My rigid cock throbs against you, begging for release. As you pull away slightly, " I love what you've done, baby, and I feel great, but, please do one more thing?", " Of course , honey, whatever you want I will do", " Good, I want you to fuck me hard, right here , right NOW!", " Your wish is my command" I respond smiling. Pushing you into a corner I lift each leg into my powerful arms, spreading you wide, my pulsating cock lined up with the swollen head pressed to your hot pussy " Yeah , baby, that's good, Now, fuck me, I want to feel that big , beautiful cock buried in me deep" With one long, hard stroke I sink balls deep stretching those tight inner confines, staying there for a moment drinking in the pleasure then pulling back leaving just the head in I quickly pound in fully again as my big cum heavy balls slap loudly on your ass then I begin jack hammering my cock, crashing hard with each stroke, fucking you like an animal. I love the feel of my big wet balls bouncing off your ass this just makes me fuck you faster. You reach up and grab my neck lifting yourself slightly , I pound again and again as , yet, another orgasm washes over you and soaks my cock in hot fluid. I can feel my balls tighten and that familiar sense building deep inside as I near my own orgasm. As my cock swells even harder you know now that I'm about to cum " OH, YEAH , baby, fill me with your hot cum!" you yell. I tense and moan loudly as one final stroke sends me over the edge and I explode deep inside your velvety pussy releasing a huge volley of cum blasts, splashing hard , coating those hot pussy walls to overload as I continue pumping violently releasing what feels like a gallon of cum into you draining my balls completely. Leaning into you we kiss deeply our tongues entwined as i feel the last shot jump from my cock and sliding into that wonderful clenching pussy. Your Body; My Pleasure I lay you back on the bed in nothing but your panties. We had stood, for a deliciously long time, kissing, moving in to each other, feeling each other. As we stood, our tongues searching, time stopped around us. You tasted sweet and full of promise. The room was charged with excitement as we moved around each other, in to each other, lost in the moment. I loved moving my hands over you, feeling your curves through your clothes. You wore a black dress that clung to your body. I could feel your panties underneath; and I could feel your breasts, naked beneath the material, straining against its tight constriction. At one point I kissed your neck and you sighed and in that sigh was the promise to me, that I could take all I wished from you. Your neck was soft and delicious. I envied the vampire, who would sink his teeth in to such soft, taut flesh. My passion rose and I wanted to bite you...wanted to define the intensity of the moment with a pin-prick of pain. I wanted to bite you - yet I knew it was out of the question leave a mark. We weren't allowed to leave a mark on each other, we both knew that. Teasingly, I let my teeth graze your soft, sensitive skin and I bit you so, so gently. We rode close to where the pain was but we kept just out of reach. It was agony for us to do so - but we knew we had no choice. I loved it when you stood there, as I pulled away. Your eyes were closed, you were in your own world. I could only wonder what your imagination was adding to our scene. I stood and admired you and you remained still, passive, as I unzipped your tight black dress and gently, slowly, deliberately eased it down, over your curves. Your breathing was hard and I knew, as your breasts heaved free, that you were feeling the cool air of the room playing against your skin. I knelt behind you and slowly pulled the dress down, further, over your hips and down your legs. Your knickers, black lace, accentuated the beautiful curve of your arse. My face was bare inches away from your perfect round bum. I pushed my face against it, breathing you in, feeling it firm and perfect underneath the material of your panties. I grabbed the leg bands and squeezed them in to your arse, turning a respectable pair of knickers in to a thong. Your cheeks were soft and tempting, inviting. I kissed them, and you tasted divine. I could smell sweet, musky femininity here, so close to the intimacy of your secret self. And so now, I had you, laid back on the bed. I had pushed you gently to the bed and you had moved obediently before me. You didn't say a word. You didn't laugh, you didn't smile. You didn't give any hint of what you were feeling. Not through sounds, anyway. Your gentle obedience spoke loudly, though. I positioned you on the bed, on your back. You lay there, gazing up at me, the expression on your face plain but expectant. You looked just perfect, laying there in your black knickers. Your body was naked and your breasts heavy, your nipples hard and inviting. Your lips were parted, slightly, and I could see the rise and fall of your chest. You were controlled, but your breathing was heavy and I could feel your excitement. The room was cool and I could almost see the cool air moving over your skin, making every nerve in your body taut and aware. Your legs were slightly parted and I could see the shape of your pussy beneath the lace. I could see a dark mound of hair and I loved you for being such a woman. Heavy sensuality emanated from you. You were experienced and you knew much. You knew pleasure and you loved to bathe in it. I moved on to the bed and bent over you. I kissed you and you responded. Your mouth opened, allowing my tongue to push in to you, to explore you. The thick smell of sex washed over me. I gently explored you, tongue fucking your mouth and letting my tongue caress and dance with your own. You responded gently, letting your tongue move around mine, from time to time stabbing it in to my mouth and pushing yourself in to me. We kissed and we loved and I let my hands wander up, to cup your face. My fingertips moved over you, gently feeling the softness of your face before they wandered down and lightly caressed your soft neck. We moved against each other, fighting to get inside each other, wanting a level of physical possession that would never be found. I brushed my fingertips over your neck, through your hair, lightly teasing your earlobes. Now and then I stopped kissing you, only so that I could move down and kiss your neck, lick your ear, suck suggestively on your earlobe. I think I whispered in your ear, softly, words of love and words of simple need. My dick was speaking through me, even as my soul danced with your own. Fuck, cunt, dick, cock...I want to fuck you, I want to have you, I want to pump you full of cum...I need to make you mine, to fuck you, to possess you. I am sure I said these things. I am sure you moaned agreeably. While I whispered to you and sucked you and bit you so, so gently, my hand moved down over your soft, soft skin. I let my fingertips guide me, brushing so lightly over your body. I toyed with your breasts for a while, playing with your nipples, drawing lazy circles around your heavy breasts. I rubbed you and teased you and gently took your nipples between my thumb and forefingers, rolling them, stroking them. I could feel your breath above me, hear your gentle sighs. I pushed further down...further still. For a time, I let my fingertips draw the softest patterns on your belly. I knew that my touch was so soft, that sometimes you wouldn't be sure if I was touching you at all. But I was. I was feeling every tiny sensation, and I was mapping every millimetre of your skin, loving every part of you. So light was my touch, and so cool the room, that I felt goosebumps on your skin and it pleased me to feel the bump softness of your skin. When I moved my head down to lightly flick my tongue over your nipple, while my fingers gently teased your soft skin below, I felt goosebumps on your breasts. I licked one of your nipples, wetting it, before blowing softly on it. It got harder still and I kissed it, adoringly, before taking it in to my mouth. I sucked it; sucked you. I pulled it between my lips and milked it gently, let my teeth graze it ever so lightly. You tasted divine and I fell in love with you over again, as I felt the hard little nipple throb and grow between my lips. Gently, rhythmically, I began to suck it, in and out, adoring your nipple, adoring the woman beneath me. You nipple was in my mouth, I was working it, and I knew you were focused wholly on that one intense sensation. It must have awoken you from the pinpoint focus, when my hand moved down from your belly and brushed over the material of your knickers, because you gasped. I loved that sound. I loved your voice. And I loved to know I was giving you pleasure. Still teasing your nipple, I let my hand roam over the lace of your panties. I could feel your bush beneath, as I gently rubbed you, played with you. I felt your legs open, and I knew you needed more. My touch on your mound was light and I knew that the gentle sensation of fingers on your pussy, the light friction blunted further by the sensual barrier of your panties, would be nearly intolerable to you. I let my hand move further down, between your legs. For a few moments, I teased your thighs, letting my fingertips explore the soft, sensitive skin here. I stroked your thighs with a touch that was light and teasing and you spread your legs further, desperate to give me all the access I needed to give you the pleasure you needed. I brought my hand up between your legs and rubbed you a little firmer, with two fingers. The material of your panties was damp and as I rubbed you, I pushed the material a little way inside you. I could feel your pussy, wet and open. The panties went inside you a little and your knickers were a perfect sensual barrier. I loved the way you jerked lightly against my touch, pushing yourself on to me, trying to match my rhythm with your own. You pushed and jerked your hips, eager to get more of me inside you, eager for a greater friction that would take you to the place we both wanted to go. A place that we would visit together, hand in hand, our souls entwined, the hard, soft, straining, yielding, giving, taking stuff of our sex fused as one. I rubbed you, loving the way your pussy opened for me, loving the way your panties became more and more damp beneath my touch. You jerked and writhed and I rubbed you with a slow, steady rhythm. I stopped kissing your nipple and moved up to kiss your neck, to bite you gently, to whisper once again in your ear. You have a delicious cunt. I want to feel it. I want to taste it. I want to be inside it. Deliberately, I pulled the leg band of your knickers to the side, exposing the perfect wet slit of your cunt. I kissed your mouth, my tongue pushing inside you, as I gently lapped your tongue and told you you were mine. Your exposed pussy was open and wet and I felt its beautiful wet warmth as I ran a single finger up and down your slit. You groaned against my mouth as I tongue fucked your warm, mouth. I teased you with my finger, running it up and down your slit, stopping only to rub your clit with the gentlest touch. I teased it softly, before continuing to push a single finger up and down your wetness. You jerked your hips, desperate for me to push inside you, desperate to intensify the friction that was giving you so much pleasure. I let the tip of my finger slip inside you. You moaned again and your tongue flicked against my own with increasing desperation. Your whole body moved and writhed and pushed against me. Your breathing was hard and uncontrolled, your moans were soft and full of need. You were quiet but the intensity of your passion was white hot. The tip of my finger toyed with you, pushing just a little way inside your wet pussy. Your pussy gave no resistance, it opened for me, inviting me to penetrate you further. You opened your legs for me, wide, giving me your all, giving yourself to me fully. You pushed against me, trying to get me inside you. Finally I relented. With one slow, deliberate stroke I let my finger sink all the way inside you. It slid inside, effortlessly, until it was buried deep. For a second we both stopped, luxuriating in the sensation of my finger buried deep in your warmth. You stopped, registering the full sensation of it. I remained still, buried deep. And then, slowly, I began to finger fuck you. You ground your pussy against me, your rhythm matching my own. I finger fucked you and you took it enthusiastically, riding against me, helping me, working with me. My finger and your pussy, locked in perfect harmony. I tongued your mouth, the rhythm of my tongue matching that of my finger in your cunt. I tongue fucked your mouth as my finger finger fucked your pussy. Your face was flushed and you looked so beautiful, so feminine. I could smell your sex, your femininity, as I worked you rhythmically. I slipped a second finger inside you. And then a third. Your pussy was wet and so, so warm. It opened easily, letting my three fingers deep inside you. The wet sound of sex accompanied each stroke of my fingers as your pussy took the gentle assault of my passion. You made wet noises as I pumped you. And I could feel your juices trickling over my hand. Your breathing became more and more intense and I knew you were close. I tongue fucked your mouth, wishing it was your pussy; though you tasted so good. Later, I promised myself, I would taste your pussy. I would eat your cunt and tongue fuck you between your legs, just as I am doing now, with your sensual, full mouth. I worked my fingers harder inside you, ,my rhythm becoming quicker and more intense, my strokes becoming deeper and more searching. You moved against me, hardly able to breathe with my mouth locked against your own, but your breath coming hard all the same. I heard your moans, desperate and so full of need. We moved quicker against each other. Harder. You didn't need to tell me you were coming. I knew. I felt your pussy tighten around my finger and begin to spasm. Warm juice ran over my hand and you continued to ride me, your jerking quick and incessant. I held my fingers still, buried deep inside you, so that you could work against me now to get the fullness of your pleasure. I remained still, kissing you, and you locked your thighs together pulling my fingers further inside you, locking me there. You stopped breathing for five...ten seconds. You worked against me, your pussy tight, your pleasure coming in one spasm after another. Your tongue no longer moved around mine. It was still. Everything about you was still, except for your jerking, hungry pussy. It took minutes. You came for minutes. And then, finally, with a subsidence that was gradual and sublime, you relaxed. You stopped working against me. Your legs relaxed and your pussy loosened around my fingers. Your head sunk back, slowly, happily, on to the bed. You looked at me, your face flushed. You looked so sexy. So erotic. And then, for the first time since I had seen you, you smiled. A small, but perfect smile.