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It was warm, one of the first really warm days of the
summer. The heat made the breeze warm and silky against my skin, brushing
over me like a lover's hand. It made for a lazy Saturday afternoon, the
kind that makes you want to lay naked against crisp cool sheets while the
sun filters gently through the blinds.
I was propped up against soft downy pillows, my legs tangled in the
sheets, reading a very erotic novel, and thinking of you.
The scene I was reading was incredibly erotic:
He stepped into the shower behind me, reaching around for a bar of soap.
My hands moved to touch him, to rub all over him, wet and slick. I wanted
his cock in my hands, in my mouth, between my legs.
He shook his head and stepped back a little. "No touching. I'm going to
drive you right out of your mind, and I want you to just stand there and
concentrate on the feel of me, touching you."
I could feel my clit swelling between my lips as I watched him work up a
lather between his hands. I knew how magical his fingers could be, and I
could barely wait to feel his hands against me.
He placed the bar of soap back in its holder and turned to me, his eyes
glittering devilishly. God, he was so cocky, so arrogant, so sure he could
make me scream... you could see it in his eyes. The worst of it was, he
was right.
I let out a moan as his soap-slick palms rubbed over my nipples, spreading
lather over my breasts and increasing the ache between my thighs.
The man in the story reminded me so very much of you. You, too, were cocky
and arrogant, never having any doubts of your ability to make me scream
and shake and moan. And you, too, were right.
I raised my hand slowly and brought it to my right nipple. It peaked
instantly against my fingers, drawing into a tight little bud. I traced my
fingers around it lightly. Pleasure darted in a line from my nipples to my
knees.
I could feel my clit begin to swell and ache as I raised my fingers to my
lips. I licked the tips lightly before rubbing them against my berry-hard
nipples. I closed my eyes and imagined it was your tongue, licking at me
delicately, plucking me between your lips over and over again.
My legs moved restlessly against the sheets as I pinched my nipple
lightly, imagining your teeth nibbling there. I could feel my pussy
getting slick with juice. I brought my fingers to my mouth again and
again, getting both nipples hard and wet before dragging them against my
palms. I rolled my nipples in my palms over and over. I wished it were
your hands rubbing against me.
Slowly, I slid my hands over my skin, reveling in its silky smooth
texture, moving lower over my belly towards my thighs. I rubbed my hands
slowly between my thighs, loving the just-shaved smoothness of my bikini
line, playing softly in the short, soft hair that protected my pussy.
I wished you were here with me. I wanted your hands on me, those magic
hands that could give such unbelievable pleasure. I slid a single finger
between my lips, dipping into the wetness and spreading it around and
around, not yet touching my clit.
I spread my legs wider, letting the warm breeze play between my thighs as
I pushed my finger deep into my pussy. I thought about your cock, all hard
and wet, sliding into me. I pushed up against my fingers, feeling my clit
pulse as it rubbed against the heel of my hand.
I moaned a little, softly.
Drawing it out slowly, I slid my fingers up the length of my slit, rubbing
against my clit lightly. I drew tiny, wet circles around the base of my
clit, teasing myself. My eyes were closed still, picturing your head
between my thighs, your tongue rubbing softly over me.
A small sound made me open my eyes and I saw you standing in the doorway.
I hadn't heard you enter the apartment. Your eyes blazed as you looked at
me, naked and tangled in the sheets, my thighs spread, my fingers rubbing
between my legs.
My eyes locked with yours and I arched up against my hands, enticing you
with my body, inviting you to come and help me soothe this lazy, throbbing
ache.
You moved toward me, your eyes blazing. You eased yourself onto the end of
the bed, watching my fingers move over my clit again and again, and you
ran your hands up my legs.
I smiled at you, wanton and inviting. "Care to lend a hand?"
Your eyes closed, briefly, as you bent a little and inhaled my scent. You
opened them again to look at me and smile wickedly.
I gasped a little, the combination of my fingers and your watchful eyes
taking me even higher.
You leaned over and kissed my inner thigh, running your tongue slowly over
my skin. "What do you want me to do?"
My breath was coming shallowly now as my body worked its way toward
orgasm. "Slide a finger in me."
Ever helpful, you moved your hand higher to join mine between my thighs. A
long, hard finger slid deep inside me. You moved it in and out, slowly, as
my pussy muscles pulled at you. My clit was on fire as you watched me
masturbate. I ran my slippery fingers in circles over my clit, pushing my
hips up to meet your finger.
You added another finger, sliding two in and out of me in time with my
thrusts. Your eyes were dark, hot, watching me. I couldn't look away. It
drove me even higher.
I moaned as you moved your fingers inside me, pushing up against my body,
rubbing my sensitive inner walls with your fingertips as my circles grew
smaller and my breathing got faster.
Little sounds escaped from between my lips as I rushed towards orgasm. My
fingers pushed a little harder against my clit, rubbing and stroking while
your fingers pushed deeper into me. I could feel my pussy muscles
clenching against you faster and faster.
Your eyes were locked onto me, watching my face grow tighter.
I called your name over and over as your fingers pushed into me and my
clit erupted in a blaze of heat and release and my hips bucked against
you, hundreds of tiny convulsions pulling at your fingers.
You rubbed your cheek against my inner thigh as I came back to myself
slowly, my heart slowing its pounding cadence.
Finally, you raised your head to look at me with eyes that still blazed
with desire. I gave you a lazy smile, feeling warm and soft and liquid.
"Thanks for the help." I murmured.
You grinned at me and slid your hands up between my thighs, opening me
even wider to your gaze. I moved slowly, restlessly against your hands as
your eyes devoured me.
"Anytime." you whispered to me, and bent to take my clit in your mouth.
I gave a long, low moan... and gave myself up to your loving. |
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