"When does it come? When will tomorrow arrive?" she questioned as she lay back, imagining someone else's hands massaging her shoulders gently. She murmured a name. It was a name that enabled her to put on that smile and that look.
Those twin charms would refresh wit and friendship that was as ever well meant, so much so that the intimacy between them would become all the more special. There was recognition that even the ribaldry between them was in friendship. It was so much a part of that friendship that when he knelt at her side and looked up at her quizzically, he could let a hand brush across her thighs. She realised that he wanted to give back the satisfaction in that realm that she had availed to him, should she so desire it. She accepted this graciously nodding her head like the boughs of a tree swaying in the breeze.
"Perhaps, darling, I may someday take this from you," she was heard to whisper. Of course he took this as encouragement. He offered a bewitching dance that was greatly appreciated but never forced upon her. There would be no imposition on private times and no imposition of a well placed tongue to satisfy as well. He knew that she enjoyed the enticement as much as the encapsulation and capture of treasure. Although he would dearly have liked to place that tongue and give her pleasure, watching her lay back and relax and enjoy without fear of pressure, he restrained his demands or anxious cravings for reciprocation in a ravishing dream.
In the culmination of such a misty imaginations, there lay thighs to be kissed and silks to be pushed back in fresh revelations. There were legs to be gently parted as a freshly shaven chin rubbed its way into the well of her desires. Could a face feel so soft as a tongue begins its precise servitude and hips move obligingly entertained in all their soft curves? The luxuriant bathing and appreciative commitment could only yield parted legs and accepting, pressing, needing requirements. When the final garment was peeled away shadowy secrets would be revealed and desires to be pressed forth in aromatic considerations.
Such musky sweets are full, appetent and wanting. Undulating hips are pliant, yet firm. Directive hands lift her up off her seat to cup the sway and to bring the point of pleasure to yielding lips, whilst a tongue laves its way through the gentle folds of flesh. It dances with her fingers, leading the gentle exhalations from her sighing form until breath comes quickly, followed by insinuating sighs and moans. Hands reach up to stroke her palpitating flesh as a clever tongue penetrates wetly into the lush centre of her being, giving rise to an enveloping hum. It rises in pitch as invasive lips stimulated the erect bud of her netherworld.
Such was the teasing that flesh is left to tremble and flutter on the winds of desire. Allowing herself to take the proffered instruments of lust, she imagined herself to be a succulent fruit, ready to be plucked and divested at the trembling bower of her spread thighs. There was a further quiver of hidden muscle as a tongue deployed itself with a new cunning advance, supported by the gentle nibbling of a serried rank of teeth
Thighs pushed back to meet each probing and wisps curly brown hair from a head keen to please. That head rubbed ever so softly against her vertiginous limbs. She reached out to grasp that hair and hold it tight between legs squeezing, while his own fingers palmed the dark wisps of hair on her mons, stroking them excitedly. She took one of his hands and placed it upon her bosom, as hips squirmed and the jewel box of her sex, that little oyster shell of delight is spread, to seek out that pearl of pleasure as a hand well placed ran backwards and forwards in seeming isolation.
The darkness of his clothing made it seem a limb freed of all constraint and she wanted the sensation of his hands on her, moving and exploring. The hands that she thought she had lost so long ago would be returned to her with renewed fervour. She knew her heart is being eaten out and made glutinously ready for the new day and its unperceived and entertaining bedchamber pleasures.
"Give me your hand," she asked and, as promised, he offers her the aforesaid limb freely, dangling on a muscular arm in mild surprise at her forceful gesture.
"You free moisture with your musings," she sighed. "Yes, that's it.......Slide those fingers right here my sweet. Make them stiff and sticky. Enjoy me."
The dampness excited his each of his extravagant digits as one by one they slid deftly down towards the melting pot of her honeyed intrigues. There was both warmth and moisture there. This was the juicy succulence for fingers to spread and slowly penetrate. A tongue could be held at the portals of pleasure, reinforced by her gestures in taking the slightly rough digits that facilitated her ambiguous dance. They would soon sluice in and out, backwards and forwards in a languorous pavanne.
She lay back now, watching fingers disappear and seeing how the precious mound is cupped in a hand as fingers wriggle within her. She squirmed forcefully and particularly as a thumb plays within the crease of her behind to exacerbate her excitements. She moved to stand closer to him and permitted her hips to gyrate, leaning down to kiss his lips.
He looked up at her trembling from, observing her eyes wide shut. His fingers alternated to vary the extent of the penetration within her. Her body shook as she pressed down on his hand, quivering with the rich intoxication of the moment. She was only stilled when he slid between her legs still twitching a little as fingers continued to oscillate insistently. She allowed herself to settle on his lap and to reach for his strong male ego to rub it gently against hers.
She stopped and turned her back on him, spreading her silky legs across his hirsute thighs. He paused and awaited her pleasure, knowing that the timing was hers. She leant back and kissed his cheek, pulling the sultry lips apart to ease any startled concerns. She leant forward a little, receptive to the offerings of his pleasure in this undone part of her warmth. He clasped her in his hands, ready to open her vault prior to easing his way into her.
"Darling!" He burbled into her ear, nibbling as he assuaged her pent up desires. There was a further tight clutching and yet more squeezing and releasing . She was gradually pushed back onto the couch, hips gyrating, moving and squirming. The patient culmination of his prescience was a settling as she slowly and ceremoniously permitted herself to be taken and impaled. She wiggled down malleable and, at the same time, demanding of all his attentions.
"My love,"She responded, feeling his muscular form rippling against her as he held still and deep within her. This was the moment she permitted her sultry self to endure, enjoy and delight in. This was the precise instant that squeezed itself around her tightly and then allowed her release. The mellow sharing of caresses and mutual spasms wriggled into the generous concessions of love making. His steadfastness then allowed her to focus on the insistent floating sensation within her, a gentle yet poetic motion, flowing as if there was no tomorrow.
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