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By *eonBlue OP Man
over a year ago
Oakham |
I pad into the kitchen, just a pair of lounge pants on. We've been in and out of bed for a few hours, chilling out, enjoying each other. Only a few hours sleep between us since the epic fuckery and fun of the previous night.
Recharging coffee levels being the reason we got out of bed, coffee already made and cooling on the side. We've spent a bit of time casually chatting, enjoying a kiss and a cuddle, a fondle and a stroke. Stood around shooting the breeze, connecting and enjoying each others company during bouts of interlocking bodies.
I left you in the kitchen, to go back to the bedroom for something or other.
The sight that greets me on my return is one that has made me grin inside and out for the last few hours. Only taken up a fair few notches more now...
You're wearing one of my T-Shirts, an old American Football shirt, well loved, well used and I adore seeing you in it. The way it hangs off you as it's oversized, baggy but comfortable. The print on it faded and rubbed off in so many places. Still accentuates your body beneath though. When you stand in certain positions it highlights your stunning breasts as they push against it. The teabag material catches and plays across your nipples, making them stand to attention and get rubbed on all the more once they become pert. You've told me this is one of the reasons you like wearing it, but more because you know I find is deeply sexy. It arouses me, I find it alluring, the familiarity of it yet the contrast of how alien it looks.
Combined with the sexy hold up stockings you have on, the Red heel and foot area also a huge contrast against the black of the rest of them, and the patterned upper part pressing against your thigh. Again knowing my tastes and using your Lingerie collection to your advantage; to ensure my eyes are rarely elsewhere but on you when you visit my Den. It's a stark contrast, and one I really do lust after seeing, casually comfortable while scintillating sexy, a dichotomy of joyance and it plays with my mind. You like projecting images you know I will bank in my head, knowing I will snapshot them with my eyes and hold onto them forever. Never knowing which precise ones I will shoot or hold onto, but doing things to encourage me to do it regardless.
It's late Christmas morning, so very little is stirring outside, not even a murmuration of Starlings to be seen, let alone many people walking by. You are leaned over the counter, people watching through the kitchen window? The black blind mostly pulled down, so you are bent over low to see what is going on outside...
Or are you???
I pause for a moment and take a deep breath, the sight before me burning itself into some space in my brain, an image not easily to be forgotten if ever at all.
The shape of your legs, muscles pulled taught by you as you lean deliciously forward. The curve of your buttocks, naked and begging to feel the quick slap and sting of the palm of my hand perhaps? Or just offered and waiting for my eyes or other attentions maybe? Legs only slightly apart, a seductive stance, not a sluttish one. A work of art to be appraised and savoured, a joy to behold and then hold.
These thoughts and many more pulse through my brain in a moment of utter delectation.
I can see the swell of your pussy outline. Framed immaculately as I gaze slowly down and between your arse cheeks. Your lips slightly folded inwards still, but swollen with either anticipation or lust, thoughts of what I might do once I see you? Hardly a moment of the last 20 hours has passed where you have not been wet and ready for lust and fun. I doubt you are not ready to go at a moments notice this very instant; even if we have played and enjoyed each other so much already we are both getting a little sore...
That's been part of the fun for us though hasn't it my sexy little secret? Use and abuse each other in the day we allow ourselves to have each other. Then spend the time apart smiling secret little smiles knowing who left you nearly destroyed and you have done the same too.
My tongue is in bits from the previous evening lapping at you, it's an effort to even raise my tongue in my mouth without the frenulum linguæ barking resentment at me for doing so. If it wasn't in such a state I'd have slid between your legs and lapped at you till you dripped yet more honey from your quim down to the back of my throat.
Oh that freshly waxed skin, calling me, I delighted sliding my tongue over it and delving into it, sucking at your lips and clitoris. Wishing to feast upon you for hours, slipping my tongue up and down your slit.
Instead I move close to you and pull into you, my man meat filling with blood quickly as I feel you press back into me. I run my hands yet again over your body as I have done countless times since you arrived the day before. Not bored of doing so nor bored having it done. We've barely been a few feet apart for the whole time you've been at my Den.
You move your head gently as I slowly paw at you, knowing in a moment the gentle might be swapped for something more powerful and lusty. Gentle to firm in the bat of an eyelid, or a subtle noise you make turning it to full of forced groping with serious intent. You're well aware the instruction I am not allowed to mark you in visible areas this visit has left me having to fight urges and control things not easily done. It's made you careful of what whimpers you make, or when you make them, knowing they might have my fangs at your throat.
Oddly though your fangs have caught me in several places and you've marked me in such a sexy way. There is a patch on my neck you really gnawed on last night that is a constant reminder of how intense you were. Leaving my baying for your skin and the growl loud in my throat. Unable to return your attentions I simply fucked you till you saw stars, nailed you to the bed again and again. Thrusting deeper, harder, further each and every time, taking you to the edge repeatedly and then going again for another tour de force with my cock.
This moment in the kitchen is more subtle though, gentleness is the need I have right now. Close and bonding, fitting into you and showing it's not just all primal lust. My hand gentle on your neck, fingers in your hair, touching you slowly and with deliberate care. My groin pressed firmly against you as our bodies line up perfectly. Big spoon little spoon, who goes where doesn't seem to matter, we slip against one another and constantly fit; 2 pieces of the same puzzle snapping into place so often.
Tenderness abound, and sensuality on fire, hands all over your body as I probe your mind with mine. You flex and wiggle back against me, arch your back and set me on fire. The line of your back up to your neck crying out to be kissed and licked, butterfly kisses and tender tongue tastes intermixed.
Holding your head at that “Just so angle”, so I can see your veins pulse with blood, you look back further so you can see my face and catch your eyes on mine. Looking over the top of your glasses at me and that's it, I'm done; the flag is flown and something inside me that was smouldering has now overloaded... Red flashes across my eyes, and my fangs descend, I've behaved, been good and held it in place but fucking hell woman you think that look goes without being acknowledged?
An instant later the material that was protecting us from being skin to skin, no longer a barrier.
You knew as soon as I pulled slightly away what was coming next, so are not surprised by the hot pressing hard flesh that springs up between your legs. The meaty thud as it instantly rises and makes contact with your flesh, and that little sigh from you as it did so making it clear you've just got what you wanted.
No point denying this is something we both enjoy. We've done it several times before. Skating on that naughty edge. That current hard limit we both have. Verboten and taboo for now, but splendiferously luxuriant in these moments.
You grip my tip and lead the way, placing it close to those now plush and sensitive folds of skin. Your silky liquid sex and mine allowing contact to be fluid and frictionless. We slip and slide against each other, breath coming sharp and fast. The skin on skin contact opulently lavish. Edging in such a sensual way, but knowing it can go no further as we grind against each other slowly in sheer indulgent delight.
My hand now clamps onto one of your hips and holds you in place as you hold my length against yourself, the other hand on the small of your back, pressing firmly on you.
We discuss how naughty this is and how much pleasure is derived from it. I lean over you and come closer to your ear and then see something I did not know about that you were fully aware of...
Across the way, and in plain sight, one of my neighbours is also in their kitchen, and could easily see and work out what is going on in mine. The blind that was drawn almost to a close obscuring my view of this fact till now, but you could easily see and be seen from over the way, and it wouldn't take much to work out what was going on.
You deliciously naughty Minxstress! Oh such a tease. Rubbing yourself into me and over me and knowing that someone could be watching us. Thrilling from an intense danger of being caught. You laugh in such a sing song happy way when I reveal I was totally unaware. The tinkle of delight in your mirth just adding sugar on top of spice and making me all the more want to bite. “He's been there nearly the whole time” you tell me.
The sense of danger now infectious and the charge through my body in full flow, realising what you were doing and why drives a huge wave of lust into my already hardened parts I'm not fighting the latest wave of raunch now ripping through me.
I redress myself quickly and pull you around and close to my mouth and issue forth a single sentence...
“Get your arse on my bed now!”
You look at me with a wicked grin, and an arched eyebrow... I see the little glint of challenge in your eyes, it does nothing to fade my ardour but en-flames it, like you probably knew it would.
I make sure you lock eyes with me so you can feel the intensity of my look and the words that are about to follow leave you without doubt as I say “It wasn't a request it was an instruction...”
You quickly stand up straight, grin with eyes twinkling, turn tail and almost skip back to the bedroom. Your amazing arse wiggling with every step and calling me to follow.
So I do... How could I not? |
