А работать все-таки надо! Даже если попадаются такие тяжелые случаи...
"Then my lips open slightly as I try to catch your breath, your eyes close". So my story continues from yours, The moment the door closes behind us, leaving us in the darkened room i grab you around the waist and pull you to me. Our lips meet as if magnets were pulling them together as our tongues seek refuge in each other's mouths.
Your hands slip from my shoulders to the sides of my head in an attempt to pull me even closer. You can feel my hands slide under your shirt skimming along your back, finding the hooks to your bra. After successfully freeing your breasts, my right hand moves to the front to cup your beautiful breasts, stroking your nipple with my thumb. My left hand continues to stroke your back in a slow caressing motion that has you moaning for more. You know we can't have sex, you know we only have a moment, and you also know we are only moments away from starting a fire that can't be put out with only a few kisses.
You draw me in deeper with your mouth as your hands survey my face, caressing eyelids, brow, cheek and chin. You touch my mouth with your fingers, wanting to feel my lips pressed to yours, and then slowly your fingers trail down the sides of my face and neck. You follow them with your lips, methodically kissing every exposed square inch as your hands continue their way down my body, molding themselves to my muscular shoulders and back.
You moan again as my hands switch jobs, taking turns exploring the soft planes of your back, shoulders and breasts. You want me to kiss; you want me to lick, but most of all you don't want me to stop. But i do stop, long enough to take off my coat, drop it on the floor and lower you down on top of it. The quilted padding of the coat hardly makes up for the hard concrete, but that seems much less important than the need that is rising in both of us faster than you would have believed possible.
Again you can hear the echo of warning in your head, telling you to stop and to come back to your senses. Louder than the echo is the sound of blood crashing in your ears like waves on the beach. For each wave of your heartbeat you feel a matching wave crashing in your feminine pink lips. You feel the rise of your need throbbing in your clitoris. You think you might climax before either of us ever lost an item of clothing. You answer the throbbing by wrapping your legs around my waist, grinding yourself into me.
What started off as tender and electric has quickly turned into an out of control inferno of desire and need; my need to feel your tender passion, your need to share your passion with someone sensual and who truly loves you.
I answer your need by reaching under your skirt and tugging down your panties. My hands, skilled and powerful, find you warm, wet and ready. My fingers quickly find your rhythm and soon have you rocking against me in a slow and erotic dance. While my hands busy themselves with your lower petals of passion, our mouths find each other once again. My mouth seems to melt against yours. My lips are impossibly hot, and you can feel yourself melting from their touch as if you were made of liquid gold. This time it is my lips that travel down your neck leaving a trail of burning embers in their wake. You free your hands from the back of my head long enough to tug off your top, thinking briefly that your idea to wear a short skirt and a wrap around blouse had been all but genius. With one hand i quickly dispatch with the bra i had unhooked earlier, while my other hand continues to tease your wet pink lips and the tender flesh beneath. My mouth finds its' way down your neck to the velvety softness that is the valley between your beautiful breasts, my free hand teasing your nipples into firm and succulent berries.
Your breath comes faster as you begin to climax. You try to fight the coming tidal wave, wanting to prolong the pleasure, knowing that you might as well try to hold back a thousand stampeding horses. The impact of your orgasm hits you with an incredible force, causing you to cry out "Ooh Marcel" as you shake and quiver beneath my caressing hands. As you orgasm, i alternately take each of your nipples into my mouth, grazing them gently with my teeth, gently sucking them into the wet warmth of my mouth.
Before you can recover from the first orgasmic wave you are caught up in another. Your body has just begun to relax in my hands when i pull down your skirt and take your hot wetness in my mouth driving you to the edge once again. You struggle underneath me, unsure whether you can take my delicious form of pleasuring you again so soon. I hold your hands to your sides, gently, but firmly, holding you down so that your only protest comes in the form of a loud moan that hovers somewhere between pleasure and pain.
You try to tell me that it is your turn to please me that I have given you so much already, but your words are choked off by a gasp of pleasure tearing itself from your throat. I seem intent on pushing the very limits of your ability to receive pleasure. When you give in to the silent demand that you receive my gift, your body relaxes and once again falls into the rhythm i have set. Your hands entwine themselves into my hair, feeling the power of my intention. My lips caress your clitoris in a relentless kiss driving you into the unknown. My fingers plunge into your dark wetness, finding the spot of pleasure so intense you think, for a moment, that you might faint. Just when i have brought you to the brink of ultimate bliss i pull back and work my way back up your body with my mouth and my hands.
Letting go of all thoughts of where we are, You completely give into the moment, finding the zipper of my pants and giving my manhood the freedom it seeks. You move down lower and start to lick around the head tasting my wetness on the tip, the sweet taste sends shivers up your spine as you suck in as much of my hardness as you can, gently moving your mouth up and down my long hard shaft making me tremble with desire as your talented tongue circles around taking me closer to the point of no return, my body tenses up as i can feel my orgasm building, as you suck now with more urgency knowing that i am about to explode. With a moan of pleasure i release my manly essence into your welcoming warm mouth, you suck on my hardness untill you get every last drop of my creamy essence making me tremble and moan with the amount of pleasure you are giving me. As you move on up my body and kiss me passionately i guide my manhood into your hot wet silky flower that has been waiting for me all along. You let out a gasp as i enter you, barely containing your own desire from bursting into flames. You want to wait this time; you want us to orgasm together in this our second meeting as our relationship grows stronger to that ever lasting pure love.
You wrap your legs around me, pulling me deep inside you as i push us both further and further towards the edge of orgasmic delights. There is nothing for you to do but hold on and wait for the final explosive orgasm. As i thrust deeper and deeper into you with long steady thrusts building the pace untill we can take it no longer. Then as you scream out "Marcel" in orgasmic delight i too reach my climax and spill my essence deep into your pleasure palace, our juices unite together just as our souls already have. Never in your life have you experienced this height of ecstasy. In fact, never before had you been able to reach a climax one after another so intensely. For the first time in your life you know what it is for a man and a woman to share this experience, to reach the edge together and gladly fall into the abyss of pure passion and pleasure.
As we lay together, you become acutely aware of each sensation, each nerve ending, each breath, each beat of your heart. Slowly you come into your own body, feeling my weight as my body covers yours, feeling the cool air of the room move across your forearms as they lay across my broad back.
At last i wake, coming back from a sex induced coma. I push myself up on my elbows and look into your eyes with a deep loving stare and a sweet tenderness. I caress your face with my fingers and kiss you tenderly. There are no words to say, everything that needed to be said had been said with the touch of hands, lips, and bodies. Reaching into each other for this moment, in this place, touching a place deeper than we had planned on going, but knowing it was a place that had been waiting for us all along. We know that we will live a very happy life together forever in the embrace of true love and passion."
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