3 comments/ 24173 views/ 1 favorites Making Up By: Ed0613 He knew that she was blue. The lack of expression on her face and in her actions was only a small part of the overall picture. The dejected slope of her shoulders as she sat demurely with her hands in her lap and her head slightly bowed completed the vision of a very sad person. The dozen long stemmed roses that he had brought to her lay forgotten on the table nearby. He removed his coat and kneeled on the floor in front of her. "I'm sorry, I know you were right. I never should have left in a huff this morning. I've been thinking about you all day." With a wan smile she took his face between her hands and kissed him. As she withdrew her lips she could see there was a tear in his eye. "I love you very much," he said. Her smile widened as she kissed him again, this time with lips open to invite his tongue. Still kneeling on the floor he greedily accepted her challenge and tasted the sweetness of her mouth. The kiss was long and erotic, their tongues dancing. With a sudden movement he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down and knelt on the bed beside her, kissing her lips, her face, her neck, her ears. He kissed her again and began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. She pushed him away and began to undo the buttons herself, so he took off his tie and shirt. She removed the rest of her clothes and he did the same. In just a few seconds they were both totally nude. She couldn't help but notice that his penis was totally erect. He again knelt down beside her and resumed the exploration of her mouth with his tongue. While he kissed her his right hand was on an exploration trip of its own. It carefully traced a path from her soft smooth stomach up to the wondrous swelling that was her breasts. He slowly caressed and fondled the satin-like surface until he came to the hard button that was her nipple. Gently, he kissed his way down to suckle on the treasure that his hand had found. With nothing else to do, his hand continued its downward journey until it found the little V shaped patch of hair that designated the beginning of her nest of happiness. His hand continued beyond and below this spot and soon he found the dampness that told him he was welcome. His mouth abandoned the nipple and began to follow the trail blazed by his hand in search of the nectar he knew he would find there. When his tongue encountered her little knot of pleasure she gave an audible gasp and then a contented sigh. As he licked and sucked he was rewarded with the wonderful liquid he was searching. The taste of her was sweet and salty, musty and rich, but most of all, uniquely her. The writhing and thrashing of her body told him that he was close to accomplishing his goal. He continued his administrations until finally with a loud moan she released the thickest and sweetest of her juices. Her body was shaking from the intentness of her passion as he slowly moved up to lay down beside her. He lay flat on his back and with the smallest of whimpers she turned on her side to nuzzle her face in the crook of his neck. Her hand on his chest began its own journey, in an ever widening circle, first to his breast and then down towards his throbbing manhood. When it encountered his blood gorged member she was surprised by the heat it radiated. As delicate as a fawn she straddled him and lowered herself onto his erect pole. Slowly and with the grace only a woman possesses she began the up-and-down ride that would lead them both to ecstasy. With her hands on his chest, eyes closed and her head back she glorified in the feeling that was about to over take her. Soon he was approaching his own climax. his back arched and he pushed his imbedded cock upward to meet her downward thrust. His hands were out stretched, fondling her breasts, rubbing and lightly pinching the nipples. Slowly she increased the rhythmic cadence until she was plunging up-and-down like someone riding a wild horse. He could feel the cum originating in his balls and rising in his cock. Unable to control it any longer he could feel it spurting into her pussy, load after load. It was the trigger she needed and with an animal like cry she began her own climax. He was so sensitive that the slightest movement on her part made him shudder and quiver. She finally collapsed on top of him and spoke for the first time since he came home, "I love you so much. It was foolish to argue over which shoes you should wear with a blue suit." Making Up We had spoken in hushed, sorrowful tones on the phone. The bitterness that had torn us apart these last few days had ripped our hearts asunder. Last night, we had said our sorries. We said "I love you." We cried, having lost the last two days to hurtful, spiteful pride. When we hung up, it was decided you were coming to see me. My new apartment I had told you was sparse. But both of us knew we needed to be together. We cleared our schedules for the next week, and you set out on Sunday for my apartment. You arrive and I am sitting on the curb, waiting for you. I come to you, you slide out of your car, and we meet, hugging, holding onto each other. I whisper in your ear "I love you, I am so sorry." You shake your head, eyes closed, not wanting to let the last two days come into your mind. I help you remove your things from the trunk and we go up to my humble apartment. As soon as we get in the door, I drop your bag and turn to you, wanting you in my arms again. You have the same thought and we hug again, both of our eyes brimming with tears. I kiss your cheek softly; you rub your skin on mine. I take your hand and draw you into the room. You see I've done the best with what I could. Since I have no fireplace, I laid out some candles burning close together and laid a blanket in front of them. I draw you with me to the blanket and we sit, embracing one another. I reach into a basket, more like a bucket, beside the blanket. I pull out a bottle, not champagne, but a nice white wine. I pour us each a goblet and slowly we drink, and then kiss softly. The love between us is felt in our lips, passion and hunger for each other. We set the wine down, and I face you, hugging you so closely, feeling you against me. Slowly, I rise to my feet, and take your hand. I hold you close to me, and some soft music starts, piano. Slowly, I begin to move, you with me. We dance, feeling one another in our arms. I look at you and gaze into your eyes. They flicker in the candlelight. You close your eyes, and lean against me. I reach for you. My lips brush the flesh of yours. My arms go around your waist, pulling you closer to me. We hold one another, kissing and hugging, feeling each other, being with one another. We kiss again, slowly exploring each other’s mouth, our tongue caressing each other. I look into your eyes again, our desire growing, we squeeze one another tighter. You reach for my shirt, untucking and pulling it in one swift motion, over my head. You trace your fingernails over my chest, and I breathe heavily. We sink to the blanket together. I slowly put my hand on your leg, caressing it, taking the zipper to your pants in my hand, but not pulling it down. You see my love for you in my eyes as I see it mirrored in yours. Your hand guides my movements as I slowly unzip your pants and help you remove them, along with your shoes. Our lips make contact again, as I reach for your shirt, pulling your green sweater over your head. I pull away, caressing your face with two fingers. I lower my head, kiss you through your bra, then return to your face, placing small gentle kisses on your cheeks, lips, and neck, sucking gently. I kiss my way to your breasts and you undo the clasp at the back and the bra falls away. You run your fingers through my hair as I kiss your delicate flesh. Slowly, I take your nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on them gently. Your breaths become more and more labored, as do mine. Your hands fall to my belt, loosening it, and unbuttoning my pants. I bring my head up to kiss you, caressing your body. You help me in removing my pants and shoes; I push you down gently so you are lying on the soft blanket. I slowly kiss my way down your body, licking here and there, down your soft legs, and rub your sock feet for a minute before removing the socks, kissing your feet. We help each other to finishing undressing, until we are both naked, holding each other close. We hug and kiss, caress one another, softly, slowly. You feel so good next to me, I wish that we could be like this forever. As I kiss your neck, you trace the contours of my body, down my back, down my ass, down my hips, and around, until you feel my hardness. You take it in your hand and begin to massage slowly. My kiss becomes more urgent as your hand moves over me. I reach down and gently stop your hand. You look at me. I kiss your lips once more as I move on top of you, and kiss your breasts once more, kissing your stomach, thighs, and finally, I part your legs, and lay down with my head between them. I whisper for you to lay back, let me taste you, pleasure you. I lick your lips, slowly, tasting you, I allow my tongue to roam over your outer tenderness, taking your lips into my mouth, one at a time, sucking them hard. Your back arches slightly, your hands creeping down to beckon me in further. Slowly, I part your labia with my fingers and gaze into your throbbing wetness. I smile as I smell you, and reach out my tongue to taste your inner juices. You moan low in your throat. I begin at the top of your wetness, licking lightly then increasing pressure. I find your clit and circle it with my tongue, occasionally flicking it over your swelling bud. You begin to tremble and I lick lower, pushing down with my tongue to your hole. I lick around your entrance, teasing you with my tender ministrations. Finally I push my tongue inside you. You cry out and I begin to tongue you strongly, pushing into you with my tongue. Your moans increase, get louder, I part your thighs further and slowly place a finger at your opening and push inward. As my finger penetrates you, I feel your orgasm coming. I remove my tongue and slowly push my finger deeper into you, while moving my tongue back up to your clit, wrapping my tongue around it, and sucking hard. You shudder as it begins. I join my first finger with another, thrusting away inside your wet pussy with two fingers. My tongue dances over your clit, never letting up pressure on it, using my teeth to nibble on it, faster and faster, harder and harder I push, as I can feel your orgasm coming. I push once more hard inside of you, and draw my lips and teeth across your throbbing clit. You moan and cry out as your orgasm wracks you, I push you through it, constantly keeping pressure on your clit and fingers inside you. A second and third orgasm comes on top of one another, making you scream with passion. Your hips strain off the bed and convulse. Pure energy sweeps over you, my fingers pushing deeper, harder into you. Your juices spill out over my tongue, my face and the blanket. At long last, you start to come down. Your body is hot, your breathing is very hard. Swallowing, you see me staring up at you from between your parted thighs, face glistening, eyes heavy with lust. I slowly ease my fingers out of your soaking pussy and begin to lick you again, cleaning your wetness from you, not getting enough of your taste. I come up to you after I am done, and kiss you hard on the mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. I run my hands over your body, glistening with sweat, flushed with heat. I reach over and take our wine goblets, hand you yours. You sip it, trying to bring your breathing under control. I sip some and bring my lips to yours, you drink from my lips and we whisper softly to one another. I kiss you again, the taste of the wine mingling with that of your juices, still shining on my face. Our eyes meet, passion renewed. You push me down, laying on top of me and kissing my mouth hard. You squeeze my nipples and reach down to my throbbing, hardness. You massage it, stroking me hard, and long. Slowly, you make your way down to my cock with your lips and begin to take me inside. I moan, and grip the blanket beneath us hard. You lick my shaft, letting your saliva ooze down it; you know how crazy that makes me. Your hot breath is making me breathe faster and faster. You begin to suck, slowly at first then faster and faster, squeezing my balls rhythmically watching my face clench and my eyes close. I moan and whisper to you. Faster and faster you suck, squeezing the base. As excited as I am, it doesn’t take long. Suddenly, you feel it. I push upward, crying out. My cum begins to shoot into your mouth. You reach down and touch yourself, your hand sliding over your wet hot flesh. As I moan, my cum pouring into your mouth, you rub your clit with your finger, you feel another orgasm. You moan as your pull my cock out of your mouth to breathe faster. Some of my come continues to shoot out, landing on your lips and cheek. You collapse on top of me. I reach down and pull you up to me. You lick the cum from your lips and wipe away what is on your cheek. We kiss, both of us straining to breathe, we taste one another, and some lingering hint of the wine in our kiss. I hold you close, as we become excited once more, I reach down, holding out my hand, help you to rise and we lay on the couch, slowly I get on top of you, and slide inside you. We both moan, begin to urgently move. I thrust in and out of your hot pussy, squeezing your nipples as I do. You spread your legs wide, and then wrap them around me, as we begin to fuck harder and harder. I pull out hard, dragging my cock across your clit. I moan in your ear, feeling your breasts against me. We reach orgasm quickly, screaming and panting, my cum begins to shoot into you. We moan each other’s names and collapse kissing one another, as the delicious electricity pours through us. We lay beside one another, holding each other tightly. We whisper until we drift off to sleep, the candles burning down. Making Up I sat there on the floor broken hearted, tears running down my face. I've never felt love like I feel for you. Because of my mean words and jealousy I sit alone. You left me a week ago, and I've realized that I love you. They say "You never know what you have till it's gone." I can honestly say this is true. I've realized what you mean to me, but it''s to late. There I sat broken hearted, crying, tears running down my face. I hear a sound off in the distance, but not paying attention. My thoughts are consumed by you. A hand is placed lightly on my shoulder. I look up tear streaked face an all, and there you stand. My heart leaps, the butterflies start there swarm. You put out your hand, taking it I stand before you. Vulnerable and scared I wrap my arms around your neck. You place your hands around my waist. My eyes cannot even meet yours. The shame I feel inside is felt. In your hand you take my face, our eyes meet. Mine fill with tears. I try to pull my face away, but you won't let me. Our eyes meet again. I can see yours are filled with love. My tears spill over. You wipe my tears away, our lips meeting. You lean in kissing me. Soft and tender your lips meet mine. Little kisses developing into passionate kissing. The butterflies are tamed and calm. Kissing you still takes my breath away. We find our way to the bedroom, our lips never parting. In the dark we stand taking our clothes off. No words are needed, just our hearts. Your lips finding their way down my throat and neck. My body starts to shake and shudder, your hand going to my back to steady me. We lay on the bed together, spooning. In each others arms we lay. My back against your chest. Feeling your heart beat with mine. Our breathing becomes as one. And we drift off to sleep. During the night I wake up yearning to make my love happy an knowing he is loved. I slowly lay you on your back, trying not to wake you. I slip from your warm embrace. I kiss you lightly on your soft lips. Making a trail down your body with my mouth. I skip over your man hood. Going to your thighs kissing soft, I cup your balls in my hand massaging them. I lean in kissing the base of your dick. Letting my tongue escape from my lips I lick you from base to the head. Opening your eyes you smile down at me. Still we need no words. Your fingers reach for my hair. Licking under the head and coming up to it, your cock meets my lips. Parting my lips I let you slip between them. I roll my tongue around the head, letting it fall back under it. My lips wrap around you, applying some suction. I work the head very slowly in and out of my mouth. Savoring your dick in between my lips, I slowly allow more of you to enter my mouth. Leaning over you more, I start slowly working the head and length in and out of my mouth until reaching the base licking down towards your balls. Small groans escape from your lips. Still massaging your balls with my hand, taking your cock between my lips sucking on your length sideways. From head to the base I work you up and down between my lips. Coming up to the head I notice some pre-cum, not being able to control myself I start sucking the head. And the head only real slow I suck it in and out of my lips. Your fingers roaming in my hair, intertwining, grasping hair between your fingers you wrap it tight. Then relaxing then back to hand fulls. I know how to make love to your body with my mouth, and I give you my everything. I give you my heart over and over again. Slowly I make love to you dick with my mouth, wanting this to last forever. Your dick worked from base to the head in and out of my lips. Softly sucking, licking letting my tongue dance over every inch you have. Slowly I increase my pace, using alittle more suction. I look up into your eyes and fall in love with you all over again. My heart was totally in what I'm doing. I made love to your dick with my mouth. Swallowing all of you letting you feel the back of my throat. Licking the base of your dick, I feel your hips start to meet my rhythm. Working your cock in and out of my mouth, from base to the head. I love to suck just the head using my tongue, flicking hard under neath. Just where you love it. Then you in all the way, keeping a steady rhythm. I could feel you start to grow alittle more harder and bigger. This really turned me on. I felt your balls become very firm. Holding them tighter in my hand. My other hand going to your ass. Slightly gripping it. Your hands intertwined deep in my hair. I let go of your balls. In long, hot waves you come deep and hard into my mouth and throat. You totally start working your dick in and out of my mouth. Sucking harder, swallowing all you have to give me. You keep your hands still in my hair. Licking and sucking you till there was nothing left to give. You pull my back up to you by the hair, not really pulling. You take me in your arms kissing me deeply. I slide back into your embrace feeling our heart beats together. Our breathing again becoming one. Still no words are needed. That was my last thought before falling asleep in your loving embrace. Making Up I’m in my apartment making dinner for myself in the kitchen. Normally, I would be making dinner for two, because you always come over after work. We eat dinner, cuddle, watch TV, and of course, fuck. Sometimes we do this at your place too, and you cook for me. But tonight is different, because we got in a fight this morning, and you made it clear you wouldn’t be here tonight. I’ve been sad and pissed about it all day, but cooking helps me calm down, so I just focus on the task at hand, chopping this garlic. I have my music on, so I don’t hear my front door open. I have my back to the entrance to the kitchen, and suddenly in the side of my vision I see something. It scares the shit out of me, but before I can turn around you’re kissing the back of my neck at my hairline. At first I wonder how you got in, but then I remember, of course, you have a key. I’m somewhat relieved, but still angry at the state you had me in all day. I pull away from your grasp, my back still towards you. You’re insistent, and you pull me close to you again. Now I see that you have something for me in your hand; a lovely little flower that I know you picked from the grass outside my building. I can’t help but smile, and when you whisper your apology in my ear, I have already forgiven you. You go out and turn off the music, and when you come back, I turn around and kiss you passionately, setting the little flower down. While we’re kissing you move your hand up and under the back of my skirt. You’re very pleased to find I’m not wearing panties. Fighting always makes us horny. With a lot of force you squeeze my ass and push up my skirt. You tell me how beautiful I look while you take my hair down from the pony tail I put it in earlier. I unbutton your shirt while you unbutton mine, and by the look in your eye, I know the sight of my black lace bra has turned you on. You move to take it off but I stop you and unzip your pants while you gaze at my tits in my bra. I undo your belt, your zipper, and pull your pants down. Then I pull down your boxers and kiss you softly. I pull my lips away and move down to my knees. You lean against the counter and I flick my tongue over the head of your cock, tasting all the hot pre-cum that I can. I start to suck it and you breathe heavily and I see your hands clenching on the counter. I suck more and more into my mouth, gagging a little at one point, but then relaxing my throat again so I can take as much of you into my mouth as possible. I suck firmly while I use my tongue to rub the head of your cock. I start to very gently rub your balls while I deep throat you, all the while teasing the head of your cock with my tongue. Your breathing is very heavy now, and I love knowing I please you. I suck it harder, and you make a jerking movement with your body. You reach down and grab my shoulder. “Stop. Fuck, stop.” You say, out of breath and in a strained voice. The way in which you say this makes it clear that you really don’t want me to stop, but that you know it’s better if you come somewhere else in me. I pull you out of my mouth and kiss the head of your cock goodbye. I stand up and stand in front of you for a second. Now you’re horny as hell and you pull my unbuttoned shirt all the way off me and throw it on the ground. You pick me up and put me on the edge of the counter, sucking at my nipples through the black lace. The sensation of this is incredible and I moan loudly. Hiking my skirt up around my hips, you keep licking and swirling and sucking my nipples through my bra. The two things, your tongue and the lace, rubbing against my nipples are driving me crazy. You gently bite my nipples, pulling the lace up and away from my tits. I can’t stand how horny it makes me, and I push your hand downwards up my skirt, hoping you’ll get the idea. You don’t at first, just licking at my nipples and running your hands all over me. So when you suddenly, without warning, jam three fingers into my hot, shaved, pussy, I scream and jerk forward. You start fucking my cunt hard with your fingers, moving my whole body, sucking my nipples hungrily at the same time. I’m moaning and groaning so loudly, my eyelids fluttering, I’m so fucking horny. You pull out unexpectedly, and as soon as I start to whimper, you thrust your fingers into my mouth. I suck off all my hot juices, licking my lips. I ask you to please keep fingering me, because you do it so goddamn good. “Like this?” you ask, slowly putting one finger into my pussy and moving it from side to side, very slowly. “No,” I say, “Please. You know how.” Now you kiss me, feeling with your left hand my wet, hard nipples. Suddenly again, I feel this time four of your fingers enter me. I gasp loudly into your mouth, and now you start finger fucking me like I wanted you to, pumping my pussy, curling your fingers, just attacking my g-spot. You return to sucking my nipples still in my now wet lace bra. My whole body is moving under your hand, my head thrown back, screaming and moaning. When I start to come I gasp and my hands grab your arm. I make littler noises when I come, my pussy which you’ve loosened up good tightening around your fingers. Before I’m even really done coming all the way, you hike my skirt up more, pull me to the very edge of the counter and thrust your cock into me. You start pumping my pussy, looking at my smooth tits under that black lace. I wrap my legs around you while you fuck me, and my noise starts up again, my pussy getting the same treatment from your cock that it did from your fingers. You grab my tits hard, feeling them, and then finally pulling down my bra. When you see my bare tits you fuck me even harder, making me arch my back and struggle for breath, panting and whimpering your name. Another orgasm suddenly hits me, and when you watch me come, you fuck me so hard my legs are banging against the cabinets underneath the counter. When I’m done coming and screaming you tell me you’re going to come now, and you do, pulling out and exploding all over my thighs and pussy. Eventually we both catch our breath, and you help me down from the counter. I clean myself up and we kiss. We go to my room and put on our comfortable clothes; basketball shorts and a t-shirt for you, and a tank top and your old boxers for me. I lead you back down to the kitchen, and you start to tell me about your day, while I put the flower in a little glass of water and, with your help, make dinner- this time for two. Making Up I can feel myself waking up to your breath on my neck and your hand softly tracing up and down my arm. I know what you want, but am still angry from our tiff the night before. It was a pointless and meaningless argument but I wasn’t quite ready to forgive and forget. “Not right now hunny,” I lie, “I have some things to do this morning before it gets too late.” I heard a huge annoyed sigh, “FINE, Kat. Whatever.” You said to me as you rolled out of bed. I went downstairs to make coffee and by the time I felt bad enough to apologize you had taken your shower and were dressed and was already out the door. At once I start to feel bad about not making up properly and decide I needed to do something about it. I have the day off from work so I decide that I should see you for lunch that day and attempt to apologize. I get a babysitter quick and start to get ready. I have a nice shower, shave my legs, fix my hair so it is pulled up in front but left nice and long in the back. Just a touch of makeup, I don't want it to smear. I throw on a long jacket and head out the door. I stop along the way, to pick you up your favorite sub through the drive thru. I finally get to your work, and say hello to the receptionist, and a few other people I have gotten to know in time. I find out you are in a meeting, but will be back in your office soon, so I go make myself comfortable in your office and sit in your chair behind your desk to wait for you. After a few minutes you walk in, totally surprised to see me since I didn't call to tell you I would be coming for lunch. I could also tell you were deciding if you were still angry with me or not for this morning. “Hey, Kat, what are you doing here? I thought you were really busy today. The guys are all going to lunch, I was just heading back for my wallet; do you want to join them or go out ourselves?” “Well, sweetheart,” I start to say as I push the chair back that I was sitting in, “I feel awful about our argument last night, but I feel even worse that we didn’t make up this morning like you wanted to. But when I went to find you, you had left. So I came in here to apologize.” With that, I start to undo the tie belt in my jacket. As it opens up all you see is a black satin bra and panty set with black garters. I see your eyes widen and a smile come across your face as you realize what kind of apology I was thinking of. You snicker and say, “Um, I take it we aren’t going out for lunch, huh?” “Oh, we can still go out if that’s what you’re interested in. But I did bring you a sub from your favorite place, just in case you decided to eat in.” Still not taking my eyes off of me, you pick up the phone. “Hey, Kat came in to have lunch. I’ll catch up with you later.” You say as you call your coworkers to tell them to head off to lunch without you. You shut and lock the door to your office, thanking God you never complained about not having more windows in it. You stand there; fairly dumbfounded wondering what on earth came over me to do something like this at YOUR work. Logic and reason start to come back to you and you start to spurt out all sorts of reasons why I need to leave. “You know, what if the boss walks by, I could get in a hell of a lot of trouble if anyone finds out.” But all I do it stand up, walk over to you and tell you, "Well then, don't be too loud." I kiss you, softly at first, just barely touching you lips. Your mind is going haywire, with thoughts of all the things that could go wrong, but your cock is standing on end. I see that and use it to my advantage. I start to rub my hips over yours, letting you feel the satin panties on your Dockers. I slowly start to undo your belt and pants so they fall down. You slide your hands under my jacket, which is wide open now and feel the softness of the satin and push my hips closer to you. We stand there kissing, as we play tongue tag and I bring my lips down your neck nibbling it as I go, being careful not to let any lipstick get on your shirt. I undo your shirt and let my hands travel over your chest, slightly pulling on your nipples which I KNOW will make your cock twitch as well. Meanwhile, your hands are pulling down the straps to my bra, so you can push my breasts out of the cups. You slowly take one nipple in your mouth, twirling it with your tongue sucking it into your mouth then just slightly nibbling on it as well. This brings a moan to my lips, but I quiet it by attacking your neck again with my mouth. Finally, we make our way over to lean against the desk, and you help prop my ass on the edge of it. You sit on your chair in front of me and for a moment, just look at my body. Your eyes look at me in amazement and you realize how lucky you are. Your hands work your way down my body starting at my neck, tracing along the veins down the sides then over my chest and down my stomach. Your mouth follows behind and kisses my nipples, and then slides down my stomach to tickle my belly button. “Oh God,” I say softly as I tilt my head back and close my eyes. “That feels so good, baby. I’m already getting so wet. Just feel me.” I can feel your warm breath on my thighs and then feel you start to kiss and nibble the insides of my thighs. I feel you kiss closer to my pussy and I can feel your breath against my satin panties. You pull them aside and feel me shudder uncontrollably as your tongue licks along my crack just skimming over my clit. You slide a finger in to check to see how wet I am, only to find it go in easily and come out soaked. “You’re right, my little slut,” you whisper, “You are soaked.” This only spurs you on even more to lick and suck on my clit. Two fingers swirl inside me and drag along my g-spot until I moan while biting my lip to keep quiet. My legs go rigid around you, holding your head against my thighs as you feel me start to shake and cum hard. ”Oh, wow.” That was all I could say completely out of breath. I look at you and give you a huge smile. “I hope I can make you cum like that now.” You give me a moment to regain my breath and stand up to kiss me. I moan slightly as I can taste myself on your lips. As you help me off your desk, I don’t waste any time and slink down to take your cock in my mouth. I lick up the precum on your tip and take suck hard to get you fully hard. I wrap my tongue around you and slowly pull up. It only takes a moment or two of this and I can feel you almost ready to cum yourself. I stand up and turn around and lean over the desk. You see my pussy and ass all wet and ready for you, as you slowly trace your fingers down my back. You again move the satin panties aside and playfully smack my butt, once twice, three times until I am quiet. And then, without warning I feel you plunge into me to the hilt. I feel your hand clasp over my mouth so I don't scream or moan out. Forcefully your cock slams into my pussy, taking it to the max each and every time. We can both feel the satin pulled off to the side and the rubbing makes you pump into me even faster. With one hand still around my mouth, the other hand reaches down and pulls and teases my clit. Finally the hand leaves my mouth and heads directly to my nipple and it starts pulling and twisting it like no tomorrow. I bite my lip again and I fight the urge to moan loudly. The more I fight the sensations the more I start shudder from all the stimulation. I can feel your balls and cock tightening in response and explode deep inside me. We stay like that for a moment, wondering if either of us made more noise then we realized. We finally stand up to dress and clean up. I rearrange my jacket back over me so no one knows just how naked I am under it still. I give you another long kiss, as you open up your office door you look around and it is oddly quiet around. You sigh as you realize most people are still out to lunch. You walk me to my car, and as I slide in, I flash you just a little upper thigh when the coat opens. “So,” I said looking up at you smiling, “Does this mean we’ve made up?” Making Up I always thought women were more into make-up than men until one evening when I got some advice I wasn't expecting. I was getting ready for a big speech I was to give that night. My speech was for a prestigious audience and I was looking forward to hitting them between the eyes with some powerful ideas. I was nervous but excited. I wanted to feel strong and sexy to make an impact at my presentation. It's good to be relaxed for public speaking, so preparations began at a nearby bathhouse in the early afternoon. I left work early and once in the changing room eagerly slipped off my work clothes, wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel and entered the steamy bathhouse world. After a hot shower, I climbed into the cold spa to bring my blood to the surface. Then it was into the sauna where I spiced the steam with a few drops of ylang ylang oil. Two hours of saunas, hot and cold spas, and a good rubdown with rough gloves later I ended up in the warm spa with the waves turned off. My body was warm and glowing through the water. There were low Gregorian chants in the background. The soft lighting on the bathhouse roof pierced the water and drew arcs on my naked skin. Half an hour and lots of moisturiser later I was back in my car, feeling relaxed, smooth and scented, and ready to start the preparations proper. Once home I slipped into my favourite "making-up" lingerie: soft translucent clingy panties in fabric patterned barely visible pink and green flowers, and a matching soft camisole trimmed with the palest pink angora. I knew I would have privacy to indulge in a languid toilette as my husband was still at work and going to an important meeting straight afterwards. Within a few minutes I had the perfect atmosphere. My favourite classical music playing on the CD player. A few scented candles here and there. A plate of chocolates on the dresser...perfect. I perched on my love seat in front of the dresser to do my hair and make-up. Hair clean and soft swept off the back of my neck with a tortoise-shell clasp. Make-up soft and subtle. I used my giant white angora powder puff to dab touches of silken powder to my face. The barest sweep of mascara on my lashes. The lips just touched with moist pale pink lipstick. A spray of perfumed mist of pure distilled water impregnated with patchouli, sandalwood and bergamot oils. I was ready to get dressed. But what was that noise? It sounded like a key in the lock. I looked up and my beloved husband was standing behind me. He was smiling cheekily because he was early and had surprised me. He let his eyes run all over me and when they met mine in the mirror, they told me they were well pleased with what they saw. He was dressed in his business suit, the tie just loosened slightly. I smiled back at him in the mirror. "Getting ready for the big speech?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I said. "Well you look gorgeous, but there's just a few little touches I would add." My husband took a rouge pot from the dresser and sat down on the bed behind me so our heads were level. He reached around to the front of me and lifted my camisole to reveal my breasts. They were very pale, with very pale pink nipples. My lover rubbed his fingers gently on the rouge and then raised them to my breasts. "Just a little colour here," he said as he gently rouged my nipples, which hardened to his touch. He rouged his fingers a little more and put the pot back on the dresser. Still sitting behind me and watching me in the mirror, he reached his hands around again and placed them on my knees. They were demurely pressed together although I was tingling in the nicest places. He gently pushed them apart. He looked at me in the mirror, taking a good, long look at the exposure he had created. Then, ever so gently he rouged me in the place of exposure. He noticed the moisture this created and brought his glistening fingertips to his lips for a taste. He gave me a taste too. Then he dipped his fingers for more moisture and used it to anoint my nipples, which were now rouged, hard and glistening. Finally he moved the seat and stood me up. Using the giant powder puff he powdered my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my soft white arse. He took the clip from my hair so it tumbled around my shoulders. "Perfect," he said, unzipping his pants and taking out his long, strong erect cock. I bent over, my hands on the dresser. My husband was still fully dressed in his suit and the combination of his serious business with my state of undress was wonderful to behold. He pushed my panties to one side and entered my from behind. His hands moved from my breasts to my hips to my lips. The view was fantastic. We moved in a beautiful, sexy rhythm, all the while watching each other in the mirror. Sometimes my lover took my head in his hands and kissed the back of my neck as his hips moved in sensuous waves with mine. Sometimes, I reached behind me and tickled his balls and held the base of his cock as we moved together. As we both got closer to orgasm, I rolled my fingers over my clitoris, which was like a happy, hard pearl drenched in our love juices, his mixed with mine. As we relished the stage where we both started to come and stretched it out as far as possible, I noticed his eyes becoming a little wild in the mirror. He slipped a finger into my mouth to suck. He was very focused and moving faster. I told him it was time. The world blurred and we both came deliciously. We were dolls, puppets in the hands of the force that gripped us and we simply had to follow. When the big waves and the little ones subsided, we collapsed back on the bed in each other's arms – sated, loved and happy. A little while later my love took me to our bathroom and, taking a washcloth, gently soaped, dried and powdered my pussy. I didn't want him to wash the rest off. My husband dressed me in clean new lingerie he had just bought home for me, and a slinky black suit I had bought in Paris on our honeymoon. He had a quick shower as I retouched my make-up. As I slipped on my black two-inch pumps and he put on a clean shirt, we noticed the sun was setting. We refreshed our mouths with strawberries and jumped into the car so he could drop me off at my speech and go to his meeting. I was just in time and the speech was a big hit as I told my lover later in bed. Making Up The moonlight shines down on the quiet beach. Sarah walks toward a solitary palm tree, its fronds waving gently in the breeze. She sits on the warm sand beside the tree, kicking off her sandals and digging her toes into the sand. She bends her knees and rests her arms and head on them, just sitting there watching the moonlight reflect off the shimmering waves of the ocean. She starts to doze off as the calm sounds surround her, relaxing her body and mind. She falls asleep and does not see or hear the man walking along the beach toward her resting place. He just barely makes out her resting form leaning against the trunk of the palm tree. He quietly walked up beside her and saw that she was sleeping. Jim hesitated a moment, then quietly sat beside his wife before he put his arm around her, pulling her to him. She started a little, then looked up at him and smiled sleepily. He stood up again then took her hand and pulled her to her feet. He bent and picked up her sandals before picking her up and carrying her down the beach to his house. Jim carried her inside and into the bedroom where he proceeded to undress her after dropping her sandals on the floor by the dresser. He undressed her down to her skin, tossing her clothes onto the chair in the corner. He pulled the blankets and sheet back on the bed, picked her up, and laid her gently on the bed, her head resting comfortably on the pillow, her long reddish blond hair spread out around her on the pillow. He pulled the blankets up over her slender body, then went around to the other side of the bed, where he undressed himself. Jim turned off the light and climbed in bed beside her. Jim pulled her close, and she nestled her head on his shoulder. He kissed her on the forehead as his hand slid up and down her arm. He turned onto his side, facing her. She sleepily opened her eyes and smiled at him. His hand slid down to cup her breast gently and caressed it. Her nipples hardened quickly and she sighed softly. Jim's hand slid down her ribcage, over her tummy, and lightly brushed over her reddish blond curls nestled atop her thighs. She spread her legs slightly as his fingers slid between her damp folds of flesh to caress her clit. She pressed his hand to her tightly, reveling in the feel of his fingers within her flesh. She opened her legs further and he slid a pair of fingers into her vagina, feeling her wetness already. He began stroking her slowly and steadily, in and out, in and out , in and out. Within seconds, her fluids were streaming out of her and coating his hand and fingers. She turned her face to him and whispered, "I want to feel your tongue in my pussy, Jimmy." He smiled and said, "Your wish is my command, my love." He pushed the blankets down and moved between her legs, his face mere inches from her. He spread her open and took several long strokes with his tongue before clamping his lips on her clit and sucking hungrily as his fingers continued stroking her g-spot in a come hither motion. He looked up at her and she could see her juices clinging to his beard and mustache. He smiled and asked, "Are you ready for me now, baby?" She nodded and Jim moved up to kneel between her legs. His ten inch penis was hard and swollen, the purple-red tip oozing precum. He positioned his cock at her vaginal opening, pressing into her slowly until he was 3/4 in her. He stopped a moment to allow her to get accustomed to the feeling of fullness in her pussy. He withdrew a bit, then pushed into her completely, his head bumping against her womb. He leaned down and kissed her, then asked, "Are you alright, babe? Am I hurting you?" She smiled and said, "No dear, I'm fine." Jim smiled a big smile, and started moving within her in a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against her ass. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, and hugged him tight to her with her arms around his neck. She was moaning and panting from the exquisite feelings of desire welling up in her with each thrust and withdrawal of his body against hers. Within moments, she was releasing her love juices all over his cock, and they were dripping down over his balls as the orgasm hit her. Jim pulled himself from her and said, "Baby, can you get on your hands and knees now? I want to bury my hard cock in your ass now." She nodded and flipped over onto her stomach before rising up on her hands and knees. He reached into the drawer of the night stand and pulled out a bottle of K-Y Jelly, opened it up and dripped a liberal amount onto her ass. He tossed the bottle aside after closing it, then used the head of his cock to spread the lube around on her anus. Jim pressed his cock into her slowly, allowing her to get used to the feeling. He felt her stretching around his shaft as he moved deeper into her, an inch at a time. Moments later, he was fully encased in her anus, her muscles clenching around him as he began to move slowly in and out of her. He slowly increased his speed, his hands on her hips. She dropped her head and was moaning and panting loudly. He reached one hand around and under her belly to caress her clit. She rocked back and forth against him as his balls slapped against her wet throbbing pussy. Seconds later, she was cumming again, her juices squirting out of her pussy onto his balls. Moments later, Jim reached his orgasm and shot his hot cum deep in her ass, his cock throbbing and pulsating within her. She collapsed onto her stomach and he went down with her, still buried in her ass. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck. "I love you, Sarah." he said with a sigh as he slipped free of her clenching ass with a little pop. He laid beside her and cuddled with her as he said, "Please, don't run off like that again, sweetheart. You had me worried sick after we argued earlier. I am so sorry I got upset with you about your business. Please forgive me." She smiled sleepily at him and said, "You are forgiven, Jimmy dear. I love you too." Then Sarah snuggled up to him and they both fell asleep, happy and content. Making Up and Making Out We both said things to purposely hurt each other. We didn't speak for a few days and when we did, the words cut to the bone. You packed up your things and moved out. 6 days later... You contacted me through text messages last night. You were unhappy where you were and wanted out. I gave you the option of coming back home to your best friend. You called the next day while I was at work and apologized for the cruel things you said. I almost cried because you told me you were coming home. Later that night... We haven't really had a chance to talk about things because we've had company over. You were sporting the stubble that I find so irresistible and sexy as hell. I find myself staring at the perfection of a cock between your legs when you'd sprawl out on the computer chair. I'm hoping our friends don't see, but secretly hope you do so that you know what I'm thinking about and what's starting to make me moist enough to start the subtle quivering. The next day we each zone out on our own things(me surfing Literotica and you playing video games while trying to be sly about looking at porn). I'm really getting worked up at this point. I randomly send you dirty and quite explicit texts throughout the day detailing how I want you to fuck my mouth and grab me by the hair as you cum down my throat. Then, I hear "the song". As soon as New Order's Confusion comes on, I instantly start to shake and rub my thighs together. You play dumb and innocent and clueless when I wink at you and say "you're killing me ya know that right, babe?" You get up with your back to me, but I can see that your hand has moved inside your shorts and is stroking your massive dick. You slowly turn around and look at me with that devilish grin you're famous for, showing me that indeed your cock is rock hard and raring to go. You walk past me and your hard on is mere inches from my face. "Mmmm, HELLO!!" I say as you strip and get on the bed. I crawl up between your legs and kiss and lick your stomach before sucking your cock into my hot, waiting mouth. Your breathing starts to get heavier as I swirl my tongue around the tip. You pull out and get off the bed so you can stand as I kneel on the bed in front of you. This way you can shove more of your "penis perfection" in my mouth and down my throat. You pull your dick all the way out of my mouth and back up a step so you are just beyond my reach. I look up at you through half closed lids saying, "You're such a tease. I hope you know that". You just smile down at me as you grab my ponytail and make love to my mouth some more. By this time my panties are drenched and I'm pretty sure that they are dampening my shorts, too. You lay back down as I take your immense erection in my hand and stroke it a few times as I guide it back into my impatient mouth. You begin to thread your fingers through my hair giving me the cue that it's time to shed the scrunchie and send it flying across the room. Your hips start to buck as more of you is thrust down my throat. You reach into my shorts, bypassing my panties and head straight for my throbbing, swollen clit. "Yesssssss," is barely intelligible with a mouthful of cock. You rub your entire hand all over my pussy which elicits moans from me as I begin to writhe. You insert a finger into my slit as the heel of your hand massages my nub. I cry out, releasing your dick so as to not accidentally clench my teeth as the wave of orgasm rips through me. But, you're not done with me yet, and I'm far from done with you. You are mimicking the positions of the porn playing in the background as you spread my cum all over my sopping wet pussy lips. I can't help whimpering around your cock as I feel another climax coming on with more intensity of the first. Could this be the one? Could this be the orgasm that let's you see the secret I've been dying to show you? But alas, as I cum, it's not the orgasm that makes me squirt cum all over you. As my climax is subsiding, you raise up, pull my hair and moan as you cum, spurting it all down my throat. I continue sucking, milking you dry. Once our breathing finally slows I tell you how much better I feel now and how badly I needed that. I hate fighting with you, but so love making up and making out with you.