across it, and then blew on it making them harden, then I made my way to his other nipple and did the same. I scooted up on him to continue the journey to his neck while arching my back and pressing my crotch onto his erection. He groaned at the contact. I kissed his collarbone, then neck, and then made my way to his finely chiseled chin, licking, kissing and nibbling him ever so lightly with my teeth. His hands reached for my arms but I pushed them down again, and I could feel him shaking as he fought for control.
“ Oh, God, Monica. I want to touch you so bad. I have to touch you.” His words sounded panicky, strange, yet filled with desire. He was getting desperate to touch me, and this was what I had wanted.
“Go ahead, baby. You can touch me , now.” I gave him the permission he craved and his hands immediately went around me, to my back, and then my bottom. He pushed down on them and pushed up off the mattress.
My kissing and seduction continued along his face and neck and w hen my mouth reached his, I plunged my tongue into it, and withdrew, then bit his lower lip, sucking on it briefly and taking it into my mouth. He lost it, then.
“ Monica, stop for second,” he ground out sounding like he was in pain. “I think I’m going to cum. Please stop.”
Wow, I thought, and was pretty pleased with myself, but did as he asked and waited for him , not moving until he had the time to regain control. He pushed me a bit, and I sat up, and he positioned my leg off of him. He then slid off the bed as I knelt there and he removed the rest of his clothes, and stripped for me.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured and went to my bathroom. He came back moments later and set the jar of Vaseline from my bathroom cabinet on my night stand then got onto the bed and knelt in front of me. Taking my head in his hands, he kissed me with a wildness and abandon that left me gasping for air. Gripping my face, his kiss deepened and explored my mouth. He was in control again I could see, but I let him take the lead as I had accomplished what I wanted to do. One hand came off my face, and he used it to reach behind me to unclasp my bra still not breaking the kiss. He drew the strap off one side and then the other, switching hands from my face to the other strap. When my bra fell, his head dipped to capture my nipple in his mouth, and he flicked his tongue across it several times and the blood in my veins rushed to my groin, and then he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth. I urged him on, with a throaty response. Desire for him pooled at my core.
He switched to the other breast giving it the same magnificent attention. My nipples were hard little stones, and it was nearly painful, yet it was exquisite torture too. He pushed me back onto the bed, yanked my panties off with one hand, stroked the outside of my pussy with his palm, and cupped me there. I watched his eyes as he worked. They were like blue fire. Amazing! I felt one finger go in my pussy, then out, then two fingers, in then out. He put those fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, and then returned to his fingers there, stroking. I was on fire, twisting and turning to meet his touch. His thumb found my nub and pressed, and circled repeatedly as I began to buck on the bed, and reach for his cock to stroke him, too. He stopped my hand after a few passes, and turned me around so that I was lying on my stomach with my ass in the air. “Touch yourself, Monica. Slowly, not too fast,” he instructed. I did. His palms found my ass, and he bent to kiss each rounded mound. “You have a beautiful behind, Monica. And I am going to love fucking your ass.” He caressed my rear when I tightened nervously at his words. I had wanted to surprise him with the tattoo on my lower back, but thought he would take it to mean doggy-style. From the look on his face, I didn’t have the heart to disappoint him. I guess
“ Oh, God, Monica. I want to touch you so bad. I have to touch you.” His words sounded panicky, strange, yet filled with desire. He was getting desperate to touch me, and this was what I had wanted.
“Go ahead, baby. You can touch me , now.” I gave him the permission he craved and his hands immediately went around me, to my back, and then my bottom. He pushed down on them and pushed up off the mattress.
My kissing and seduction continued along his face and neck and w hen my mouth reached his, I plunged my tongue into it, and withdrew, then bit his lower lip, sucking on it briefly and taking it into my mouth. He lost it, then.
“ Monica, stop for second,” he ground out sounding like he was in pain. “I think I’m going to cum. Please stop.”
Wow, I thought, and was pretty pleased with myself, but did as he asked and waited for him , not moving until he had the time to regain control. He pushed me a bit, and I sat up, and he positioned my leg off of him. He then slid off the bed as I knelt there and he removed the rest of his clothes, and stripped for me.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured and went to my bathroom. He came back moments later and set the jar of Vaseline from my bathroom cabinet on my night stand then got onto the bed and knelt in front of me. Taking my head in his hands, he kissed me with a wildness and abandon that left me gasping for air. Gripping my face, his kiss deepened and explored my mouth. He was in control again I could see, but I let him take the lead as I had accomplished what I wanted to do. One hand came off my face, and he used it to reach behind me to unclasp my bra still not breaking the kiss. He drew the strap off one side and then the other, switching hands from my face to the other strap. When my bra fell, his head dipped to capture my nipple in his mouth, and he flicked his tongue across it several times and the blood in my veins rushed to my groin, and then he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth. I urged him on, with a throaty response. Desire for him pooled at my core.
He switched to the other breast giving it the same magnificent attention. My nipples were hard little stones, and it was nearly painful, yet it was exquisite torture too. He pushed me back onto the bed, yanked my panties off with one hand, stroked the outside of my pussy with his palm, and cupped me there. I watched his eyes as he worked. They were like blue fire. Amazing! I felt one finger go in my pussy, then out, then two fingers, in then out. He put those fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, and then returned to his fingers there, stroking. I was on fire, twisting and turning to meet his touch. His thumb found my nub and pressed, and circled repeatedly as I began to buck on the bed, and reach for his cock to stroke him, too. He stopped my hand after a few passes, and turned me around so that I was lying on my stomach with my ass in the air. “Touch yourself, Monica. Slowly, not too fast,” he instructed. I did. His palms found my ass, and he bent to kiss each rounded mound. “You have a beautiful behind, Monica. And I am going to love fucking your ass.” He caressed my rear when I tightened nervously at his words. I had wanted to surprise him with the tattoo on my lower back, but thought he would take it to mean doggy-style. From the look on his face, I didn’t have the heart to disappoint him. I guess
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