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Epilogue

Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

I close my eyes and I'm there, standing naked before you. I was hard in the car as I drove here alone, hard before we got to the room, and it's painful now - I'm dying for you to touch me, dying to be inside you. Yet we stand still, looking at each other's ready vulnerability, taking in the reality and savouring the thought that we will soon be making love. My eyes fall closed again and I smile at the knowledge of what is surely to follow. You, meanwhile, sink to your knees, and I instantly feel your hot mouth around my cock, your hands on my balls. 'Oh, God... oh God...' You squeeze my buttocks and pull me into your throat, looking up into my eyes as you do so. The sheer unexpected bliss of the moment causes cum to well up and I feel the orgasm immediately begin to blossom. I let it move upward with each pulsing cycle, from stage to stage, closer and closer to the point of no return with every tight-lipped, teeth-grazing thrust into you. One more and I'll be there. One more... Impossibly, I pull away at the last moment and tighten my muscles - hold on, hold on - stopping the flow of semen while not stopping the wash of orgasmic sensations that reverberate through me. That was good, but I know the next will be more intense; then the next and the next. Patience my love. I bend and kiss you now, take you in my arms and we lay back on the soft rug that hugs this part of the wooden floor. My fingers move from your hair to your neck and shoulders, then circle your nipples in turn, ... making them erect. Curious, playful digits then leave the soft orbs and explore your belly; circling, dancing. I have tasted you before (the memory of our one previous time together, of tearing off your jeans and panties, seeing your beautifully shaved cunt, then opening your legs and kissing you there, always makes me hard in seconds) and I need to do it again. My middle finger traces a line down the centre of your body with one inevitable destination; the journey is slow, delicate, unbearable. We continue to kiss. I feel you gasp as I move lower. Your breathing tells me I am near. The heat speaks too. You are totally shaven; I draw patterns on the soft flesh of your lower belly and I know I will soon find the cleft slippery wetness I seek. Moving in millimetres, I probe, then make light circular movements on the tip of your clitoris. Your legs fall open as you exhale fully and surrender to me. On I travel, and now I rest against your swollen lips, teasing you. You push toward me and I barely enter you, again teasing, and then suddenly slide in deep - you are so wet - and now out, all the way, my trembling hand hovering over you. Our kissing is wild, passionate. I slowly plunge in again, two fingers, deep as I can, rubbing the inner front wall as I do so, searching for the spot that gives the most pleasure. Your gentle cries, almost like sobs, tell me I am there. Out again, and now my slippery fingers move back up and over your clit - pausing there to make you moan - across ...