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Date Posted: 01:46:57 08/04/03 Mon
I awoke with his arm lying heavily over my body and
nuzzled my face into his chest, feeling so warm, so
secure, so content.
He murmured and shifted in his sleep, pulling me
tighter against his dark flesh.
I smiled to myself and let my mind drift back to last
night.
I had been missing him so terribly while he was on his
trip, and was so eager to let him know how glad I was
to have him back.
Everything was ready. Candles lit, wine on ice, John
Coltrane on the stereo. The bedside table drawer was
well stocked with body oil, condoms and lube.
My thigh highs are draped on the bedpost now, and I
don't know where my red lace teddy ended up, but last
night I made sure that when he walked in that door, he
would like what he saw. I even wore those stiletto
heels he loves so much. I didn't expect to spend much
time on my feet anyway.
I gently kissed his warm musky skin and thought of how beautiful he looked when I opened the door to him. The white shirt stretched across his broad chest contrasting
so sharply with the rich brown of his skin. The bulge in his trousers that draws my eye constantly, despite any effort at resistance.
His arms encircled me, even as they do now. I leaned
into him and raised my face to his kiss. My knees felt
weak as his lips pressed against mine. I parted my
lips for his tongue as it probed, insistent, yet
gentle. His big hands slowly slid down my back until
they rested on my ass.
He raised his head and smiled at me, and I knew then
that he wanted me again as much as I wanted him. I
gave him a series of quick kisses under his chin and
pushed myself away. I tried to move across the room as sensuously as I could in those wobbly heels. Looking over my shoulder, I was pleased to see that his eyes were focused right where I wanted them to be.
As I poured the wine he stepped up behind me and
slipped his arm around my waist. I leaned back into
him as I handed him the glass. He took a sip and then
pressed his cool lips against my shoulder. I sighed
deeply and pressed into him, feeling his erection
against the small of my back. His lips moved up my
neck while his hand slid from my waist to cup my
breast. I let out a little whimper as he squeezed.
He set down his glass and guided me to the couch, sat
down and pulled me into his lap. I snuggled close and
kissed him deeply, while he ran his hands up and down
my legs and body.
We kissed and sipped our wine and traded breathless
whispers. I felt so safe with him holding me, I'd have
done anything he asked of me, given him anything he
wanted.
His kind brown eyes looked deep into mine and his face
spread into a wicked grin. Without breaking eye
contact, he pushed my legs apart and ran his hand up
the inside of my thigh. He squeezed my pussy firmly,
then flicked open the snaps of my teddy. I gasped and
trembled a little and burrowed my face into the crook
of his neck and shoulder. He softly stroked me and my
breath grew shorter. When his fingers first slipped
inside me, I cried out loud. He withdrew them
teasingly, chuckling when I groaned in disappointment,
then surprised me by plunging two finger deep inside
of me. I bucked hard on his hand, my head thrown back
in pleasure. He massaged the hood of my clit with his
thumb while he fingered me, and I lost control
altogether, giving over to my first orgasm of the
evening.
He held me tight and rocked me in his lap like a
little girl. I didn't feel like a little girl, though,
I felt like a wanton woman who wanted nothing in the
world but to please her man. I unbuttoned his shirt
and ran my hands over his firm pecs and planted little
kisses all over his upper body.
Pushing away, I gave him my best seductive look, and
slid off his lap to the floor between his legs. The
smile on his face just got broader.
I knelt there for a moment, running my hands up and
down his strong thighs, looking at the outline of his
cock through his slacks. He reached over and slid the
straps of my teddy off my shoulders and caressed my
breasts, more insistently now, some of his tenderness
lost to lust.
I giggled and pressed him back to a reclining
position. My hands trailed down his chest to his
waist, and with only a little struggle, I unbuckled
his belt and opened the waist of his pants.
Looking for payback for his teasing, I unzipped him as
slowly as I could. He groaned in anticipation, and
with a laugh, raised his hips and pushed his pants and undershorts down to the middle of his thighs.
I laughed back and took a long sip of my wine. He has
the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, and I was
happy just to look at it for a bit. I leaned in close
and ran my fingers lightly over it. Its perfect heft,
its rich mahogany color, its slight graceful curve,
make me catch my breath each time I see it standing
firm.
I took it in my hand and slowly stroked it and kissed
the base, tenderly at first, then swirling my tongue
against it. I kissed the area where it joins his balls
and felt him grow harder in my hand. Looking up to see
him smiling at me, I kept my eyes locked on his while
my tongue made the long slow trip up the underside of
his shaft. I grinned and flicked the slit with the tip
of my tongue and he groaned, long and low.
I took the head between my lips and gently sucked,
still teasing him. Slowly, I began to move my head up
and down, taking a little more of him in with each
motion. He felt so hard in my mouth, that I knew he
was loving it. He began slowly rocking his hips in
rhythm with me, and stroked my head tenderly.
I lifted my lips off of him for a minute, caught my
breath, and then sank down on him as deeply as I could
and swallowed hard. I started to choke, but managed to
relax my gag reflex and hold him in my throat for a
long moment. When I couldn't hold it anymore I lifted
my head, gasping for air. The look of pure pleasure on
his face spurred me to go again, and I dove back onto
his throbbing cock, eager to take it all in, but this
time I began to choke before I got it down, and I had
to pull off.
As I raised my head, he took hold of me by the sides
and lifted me to my feet. In one motion he spun me
down on to the couch, lifted my legs and plunged deep
inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my
arms across his broad back and held on tight while he
pounded his cock into me over and over, growling into
my ear and entangling his fingers in my hair.
Waves of pleasure washed over me. The fervor of his
thrusting made me feel so sexy. So desirable. I wanted
him to come inside me, to fill me with his fluid, and
he did. He came hard, grunting loudly and grinding
roughly into my pussy. The heat of his orgasm
triggered one of my own and afterwards we just lay in
each others arms, panting and giggling.
We rested a while, and had some more wine, but I was
far from done for the night. I curled up with my head
in his lap, and after a bit of teasing and a little
strategic licking I began to get the response I was
seeking.
I stood up and posed in front of him, dropping my
teddy to the floor and slowing dancing to the slow
cool jazz. I ran my hands all over my body and played
with my breasts. To my delight, he responded by
stroking his cock to a new hardness. I wet my fingers
with my tongue and began to play with my pussy. That
was the last temptation for him, and he rose off the
couch, kicking his pants from around his ankles. I
stuck out my tongue at him and turned to scamper away,
but he was too quick, and gave me a stinging slap on
the butt as I went.
I had just made it through the bedroom door when his
arms were around me, squeezing me tight and lifting me
right off my feet. He dumped me on the bed and fell on
top of me. I laughed and squirmed away, but he grabbed
me by the ankle and pulled me back to him. I pretended
to struggle as he pulled me up on my knees and
positioned himself behind me, but once his cock slid
into my wet pussy, I was pressing back to take it in.
He fucked me with long slow strokes, pulling all but
the tip of his cock out with each thrust. It was sweet
torment to me. I was at the edge of coming for what
seemed like forever, moaning and whimpering. He read
me well, though, and just when I didn't think I could
take any more of his slow screwing, he wrapped his
arms around my waist, pulled me back hard against his
muscular thighs and fucked me hard and fast. He was
like a wild man now, grabbing me by the hair and
pushing my head down into the mattress and slapping my
ass in time to his strokes. I came in waves, again and
again, skewered on that beautiful cock.
He slowed down then, concentrating on his own
pleasure. My knees slipped from under me and he leaned
forward across my back, pressing me into the bed with
his weight on top of me, sliding our bodies together
in our mingled sweat. His cock was squeezed so tightly
inside of me that it was just a matter of moments
before he came, not in a furious rush, but in a slow,
blissful release.
We lay like that for quite a while, his body
sheltering mine while his cock grew soft inside me. I
felt enveloped by him, as if we existed in one body.
After a while he rolled onto his side and pulled me
tightly into his arms.
That's where I've woken up, although it's still dark
outside, with his quiet strong presence in my bed. I
listen to his deep breathing and smell his manliness,
and I think it's time I woke him up.
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