1. The Swallow Tattoo


    Date: 12/17/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    how long she and her friends had pondered over it, and yet how short-lived its effect was. She is naked, presenting herself to him, watching him take her in. She knows she’s beautiful, and to him, now, more than likely an angel. Her body will be having the same effect on his vitrified soul as the hot water had on his body. There, something is swelling up above the water at last. She kneels against the bath and presses her thick, soft lips to his neck and chest. She takes his hand and places it on her breast, making both breaths catch at the sensation of rough on smooth, hard on soft. She melts between her own legs as her hand slides up his thighs and whimpers as she finally has the masculine core of him hard against her palm. Wrapped in her fingers. Hers. She slides her gentle grip up his length, and his hand tenses on her breast. His arm encircles her, as if to hold her in place. She pulls skin down, unsheathing his swollen head. Her man’s eyes are closed. He is laid out craven and hard, lean and veined, and the entire bulb of his manhood bulges from her light, small fist. She strokes him again, up and down, and his hips push up out of the water, craving more. She firms up her hold and turns stroking to rubbing, ...
    now demanding more from him. His lips part and his hips thrust at every stroke. Her mouth waters, along with her clamouring sex, and she knows her release will be soon. But she will wait, pushing her lips to his one more time. This time her tongue will not be refused and seeks his in the cave of his mouth, teasing it back into hers. Her vigorous hand shakes out a rising moan with it, peaking into a moment of taut stillness, of held breath and screwed up eyes. Then as if struck by lightning, he stiffens in her palm. She grabs the back of his head and holds it still to her deep kiss, sucking his quivering tongue, absorbing his howling cry into her as he bursts in her hand. Thick, heavy, heat splatters her wrist and he jerks in the water slopping it over the sides, all over her legs. His cries are lost in her healing kiss along with, at last, a handful of wrenched sobs. Sobs of relief, of grief, sobs of pent-up horror she can never know. But they have to come out. She has to swallow them away. She softens her rubbing to a languorous pull; smiling at the spill of him over her hand and his face streaked with tears. He blinks at her through them, as if seeing her for the first time. Grinning, finally awake. Finally home.
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