Contemplating...
He'll be arriving soon...
One last look in the mirror, searching her reflection for
evidence of the strange combination of emotions that have
taken her body and mind captive. Contentment stares back
at her, yet nervous anticipation has gripped her body.
"Was I like this as a teenager?" she muses. Seems
so long ago... She can't remember any man who was ever
able to drive her into such a heated frenzy with just a thought,
an image, a vision of all that awaited her. A deep gutteral
sigh escapes her lips as her eyes close and the mirror catches
a playful smile.
The sound of her own voice pulls her back from the dream-like
state. Her body has already begun to betray her... the moist
heat emanating from the hollow passion between her legs,
her nipples erect, straining against the silky satin camisole.
"Damn him!" She pounds her fist on the bureau!
He is always so in control of his passions, his body... and
hers. Oh, how it infuriates her! Oh, how she loves it! As
she stands and gazes at her reflection, she senses that
her fury and frustration have once again succumbed to him.
She glances around the master suite of the cabin. She loves
this place - the look, the feel, the scent of real wood! Secluded,
her sanctuary... Her attention is drawn to the gentle breeze
lightly teasing the silk against her thighs. She carries
a strawberry daquiri thru the opened french doors to the
expansive deck wrapping around the master suite. The beckoning
of a saxophone blends softly with the evening sounds of
the forest. Moonlight and a starry sky - the evening couldn't
be more perfect! She will wait for him here.
Her knows her body all too well. She'll be ready for
him, no matter how he chooses to initiate the encounter.
She stands at the railing, waiting... wanting. She dips
her finger into the frothy glass and then brings it to her
lips, sliding it gently into her mouth, sucking lightly.
Desire and frustration are building... the waiting, the
wanting. Again, she places her finger in the glass and then
to her neck; the glass and then between her breasts, circling
her nipples. Her finger finds the glass again and again
until a sweet strawberry trail finds it's resting
place in her own wetness.
She is not aware of his presence as her fingers, drenched
in the cocktail, explore the aching recesses of her passion.
She arches her back, reaching farther, until her fingertips
swirl over her smallest erotic opening. Groans fill the
night, pleading to be fulfilled. Where is he?
He undresses as he watches her, no longer content with just
one finger. Her hair, glistening in the moonlight, gently
sways across her waist as she leans over the railing, one
leg forward. Moving toward her, he groans and grips his
shaft when he spies her plunging those fingers deep inside
herself.
She isn't startled when she feels the tip of his length
passing between her legs, resting against her clitoris.
He takes her hand and begins to lick and suck the sweet mixture
from her fingers. She fights the urge to slip him inside
of her as the tip of his pulsing member teases her swollen
clit. Her nipples, her clit, her lips, her ass.... swollen,
throbbing; anxious to feel the fluttering, the probing
of his tongue. His tongue, his lips, his mouth! She wanted
to feel them everywhere! Her body silently screams at him,
begging for his touch!
His body presses into her back and he places his hands on
her hips, fingers slowly tip-toe across her waist. She
leans into him when he cradles her breasts in his palms,
manipulating her nipples between his fingertips. She
reaches between her legs and discovers his cock moist with
her juices. She arches her back and rests her head back on
his shoulder, stroking and squeezing his pulsating cock.
Astonishment covers his face when she thrusts him away
from her with her hips and turns to face him; a sultry grin
plays on her lips. She pulls him to her, their mouths open...her
lips toying with his... His cock jerks against her mound
when she darts her tongue in his mouth. She pulls away again
to glance at the spasms. Then meeting his eyes, she holds
his gaze and descends upon the source of the spasms. She
wastes no time expressing her desire. Her tongue massaging
his head, down the slick shaft, over the silky pouch...sucking
it into her mouth. Her movements become more deliberate,
sucking the underside of his cock, yet he utters not a sound.
His silence drives her. One hand fondles his sap laden resevoirs;
the other pumping his member while she forcefully sucks
and swallows him deeply into her mouth. His hands begin
to move through her hair as she increases the pace... faster,
harder, sucking and licking up and down, circling him with
her tongue, pumping and sucking harder... faster.
Just as she senses the rising release of his passion, he
tries to push away from her. She is determined - he will not
deprive her this time. Her hands instinctively grab him
from behind and hold his groin to her face, swallowing his
cock until it throbs against her throat. She lingers there,
her tongue writhing over his rock. The mounting erotic
tension gives way and he rocks himself in and out of her mouth.
Hungry for him, she feverishly bounces her mouth on his
shaft, sucking and licking, letting her moans vibrate
his member, until suddenly he yanks it away and tells her
to open her mouth. Their eyes meet and she knows she has won.
She opens her mouth waiting for her reward as he rolls the
tip of his cock over her lips, pumping the shaft with his
own hands. She whispers to him, "It's mine now,
give it to me!" As an almost primal groan escapes from
deep within him, he explodes his milky flow onto her lips.
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