As I gaze at your chocolate mocha skin, my mind begins to wander.
Does she taste as sweet as smooth as chocolate?
I watch your chocolate body work that sexy lingerie.
I imagine myself coming from behind you... caressing your shoulders and working down to your hands. I gently kiss you across the back of your neck and then over to your shoulders. You look up as your head tilts back and I then begin kissing the arch of your back. Then slowly I graze softly on your back with my tongue as I feel your body fill with tension as I near the base of your back..
It seems you patience has grown thin so very quickly and you grab my head with cat like precision and stare at me. As you release me it seems like less than a flickering moment and the teddy is gone. You return to your knees and place you generous derriere in my face. I can see the nectar of a juicy peach surrounding your “Pearl” and She literally calls me to and lick her. The taste is divine and I grab your waist and pull you closer to me.
Ass cheeks slapping against my face, the “pearl” is now flooded with your quaylah. The moist and sweet delicacy says to me something needs to be done about this, now! While you are moaning with pleasure and assaulting my tongue with your treasure I am contemplating the next move. With a tug on your side you topple over and I turn you onto you back. I grab you leg and lift it over my shoulder. Your eyes meet mine and you just stare and nibble on your bottom lip. That look urges me on as I know there is pleasure work to do.
Tenderly, with my tongue I roll your labia back to get to the most sensitive and excitable portion of your cl-it.
Urgently, I begin to massage this area with my tongue. The warmth of my breath gently alternating between sucking and blowing I can feel the pearl growing an hardening with each breath. I can sense an ever increasing tension building in your body as you begin gyrating your hips as you moan in pleasure. With your “pearl” challenging me to give her more I cup your ass in my hands and squeeze tightly. I look up to see your hands are caressing your breasts so I place one finger inside your velvet chalice and search out your G-spot. Your moans become so intense that I feel your tension squeezing my head the suddenly you try to squirm away. I hold to you fast and firm to keep you near and my tongue moves even faster across your pulsating pearl as you gyrate slower, but deeper to feel every lick and each movement against you G-spot.
Your body's canvas takes on my painting more vibrantly than I could have ever dreamed possible. The efforts of my patient diligence seem to be ready for a reward as the warm, sweet saltiness of your essence is waiting to explode. You start to shudder and try to slide up in the bed.
That is futile, NO way, my sweetness…you will not escape me.
My tongue, the branding iron still has even more work to do. This message will be written to be recorded in our eternity and I am not finished and neither are you.
Offer me the sweet paint made of your nectar hidden within the ink well of your velvet chalice and I will paint on the pearl a crimson fire.
The brush of my tongue turns into a phallic chisel as my tongue slides in and out of your valley tasting you and pleasuring you to your inner core. I love the feel of the building shudder in your body…the shaking of your legs…the moans and sighs and gasps.
Then an eruption occurs, an eruption that shakes you to your very core. As the rumble intensifies a scream comes out that lets me know that a paradise plateau has been achieved and you are tumbling down it in an avalanche of orgasmic bliss. You shudder and shake for what seems like hours though I know it could have been only a moment or two and them you just smile.
You reach for me and pull me up to you and kiss me deeply. The taste of all of your sweet nectar is still dripping from my mouth, lips and tongue. I suck your tongue gently and begin kissing your lips. As we kiss, you grab my manhood and caress it in your soft yet firm hands. You eyes reassure me in a way I will not forget. The caress along my rigid shaft is caring, compelling and seductively sweet. You lower your head and then guide it softly into your mouth. The warm suction of your mouth meets my throbbing need and I am undone, unwrapped, stripped to the bone.
Powerless all I can do is raise one hand toward the ceiling and place the other one on your shoulder for balance. Your efforts perform magic on my soul as your mouth completes the circuit of electric desire that holds the spirit of us and my soul smiles deeply.
Though, I am truly loving this, my body urgently is telling me that I need you. I need to be deep inside of you. Somehow, you seem to be reading my mind or your body is speaking the same language because you lay back and look up at me. Your eyes invite me to partake of your body without your lips ever uttering a word.
I am overjoyed and mesmerized as your hands guide me inside.
Slowly, ever so slowly I penetrate your valley of pleasure. The wetness of your velvet chalice signals you have a pressing need to be joined with me and the time is now.
Once inside, I marvel at the heat of your wetness. I immerse myself in the warm flowing stream of your core of desire.
The movement in my hips is deliberately slow, taking my time to savor the experience of making love with you is a requirement not an option. The feeling of being inside you is titillating and delightful and my mind is transfixed by wanting to share all of me with you as we bask in the pleasure we can give each other, together.
With each stroke I feel the clinching of your magical muscles around me, like a constrictor releasing it prey only to get a better grip so that it can complete the kill. Your constrictor appears to be trying to squeeze out my essence at just the right time.
Damn, this is really, really good. My thoughts tell me, no pounding for you... just sure, strong strokes.
Stroke after stroke we honor the needs of our bodies. We are one in a way that demands awe. The perfect fit, we could only dream lovemaking would be like this. As I shudder then struggle to hold back and extend this pleasure I am consumed by the need to release my overbearing load within you.
I feel the constrictor trying to drain the life out of the my beloved pleasure tree and me. I resist the urges of my desire and I restrain an impending release because I want to prolong my phallic exploration into the paradise valley of you for as long as possible.
As we move together I know peace and I know the pleasure that comes from the joining of two souls as one. When I move you compliment me with the perfect match for my stroke. I grind and you grip while pushing your hips and pelvis to meet each thrust of mine. I think I could continue this forever and a day but your sudden intensity is telling me that you will not be denied my release.
The look in your eyes says that you have been caught up in your own journey to blissful perfect contentment, again.
My senses seem to detect your body saying, “I want it now,” as you begin to flex your inner muscles I can feel things I didn't know you could control. Surrendering to your desire and you I tremble as you bring me along to a place of ruptured elation.
Passionately, we begin moaning louder. With each stroke, the penetration, the pleasure, the lust can be heard everywhere in the room. You tell me in a loud voice you are about to cum, again.
Believe me, I'm ready for you to cum, I want you to cum and I need to cum.
The shivering, shaking volcano of you erupts and I feel your body jump, and squirm and reach a pinnacle that I truly enjoy helping you achieve. I begin to stroke even harder and faster until my release is not only impending but imminent.
My heart is pounding, my resolve is present, my flesh is desirous as the uncased beast rages! The rage continues on and on until it pumps every drop of my essence into you. I finally collapse in total delight as I surrender the last traces of my ardor to you. I am content and overjoyed but spent.
In submission I kiss your breasts, your nipples, your neck and to my hearts joy my lips met yours. I can feel you relax into a soft gentle kind of yielded, appeased, satisfied, fulfilled and comforted state. A state that belies the wanton vitality you displayed just before your body was catapulted into a place of carnal euphoria.
This kiss, this dedicated kiss requires and mandates our tongues to engage in adoring war as we celebrate our total peace.
The closeness that I feel at this moment is overwhelming as we collapse peacefully, placidly, serenely in each other arms…
