Lacestockings

He kicked off his shoes, one of them propelled to the area of the room I was standing in. It hit the back of my leg, and I spun round, ready to berate him. But I thought of a better idea: under the guise of being annoyed, I started a tickling war. He was powerless to resist, and collapsed in a fit of giggles onto his bed. I straddled him in order to keep up the pretense that I was hurt by such a display of carelessness with his shoes.

But then he grabbed me, forcefully, but not enough to cause me pain. My arms were pinned to my sides, and all tickling was stopped. I was still straddling him, and as I felt how powerfully he held me in his grip, I started to let my mind wander over what might be.

I slowly lowered my head to meet his, and gently placed a kiss on his lips.  To say there were sparks is an understatement.  A sharp intake of breath from him, and his arms were wrapped around me, holding me in an unbreakable embrace.  My arms snaked around his neck, my hands running through his too-long hair.  Our hands wandered, as our lips danced over necks: as his lips kissed, and teeth grazed over my neck, it was all I could do to slump into ball.  A ball completely filled with electricity, feeling ecstatic.

I should have been feeling utterly relaxed, lapping up the attention he was giving me.  But I was greedy.  I wanted more.  I pulled at his shirt, lifting it up over his head.  I wanted to get a better look at him, so I pushed him back onto the bed, still kissing him, with him pulling me down on top of his body.

I wound my way down his neck, onto his chest, with my mouth, placing kisses along my way, but pausing at his nipples.  I circled my tongue around his nipple, and heard the sharp intake of breath, and felt his arms lock tighter around my body.  I continued this, bringing him to the same peak he had brought me to earlier, before carrying on my journey further down his body.

If his belt wasn’t so complicated, I would’ve contemplated taking his trousers off with my teeth, just for the effect.  But, alas, his belt was complicated.  He had to help.  But once I got his trousers off (he took his socks off at the same time – how do men do that so easily, seemingly without us noticing?), I continued with the teasing.  This was done by kissing the tops of his legs, and that little crease that forms between the top of his legs and his abdomen.  Then I started at the base of his penis, and licked the length of it, finishing off with a swirl of my tongue around his head.  I played around this throbbing head, running my tongue up and down the frenulum, as my left hand pumped his cock, and my right hand was entwined with his hand.  Then, when I thought I’d teased him enough, I slid the entire length of his cock into my mouth.  His hand swept my hair aside, which had fallen and covered his cock, so he could watch me work my mouth on his cock.

I moved back to kiss him properly, and his hands move quickly to remove me from my clothes.  Again, I raise the issue of skinny jeans: they may look good, but they sure as hell are difficult to get off in the throws of passion.  Now it is his turn to worship my body.  And he does such a good job, paying particular attention to my breasts, kneading them gently with his hands, whilst flicking my nipples with his tongue.

As I was in a state of complete and utter bliss, yet again, I failed to notice his hand disappear ‘down south’, until he started circling my clit with his fingers.  He was teasing me.  I kept trying to wriggle around, so he would sink his fingers deep inside me, but he didn’t take the bait.  But he did, when I least expected it.  I practically came on the spot.  It had been too long since I’d had anyone finger me, and it felt so good to have it done to me again.  He rocks me hard, still pleasuring me with his tongue all over my body.

Positioning himself above me, I spread my legs to allow him easier access.  I squirm a little, anticipating the inevitable thrust of his cock.  He rubs my opening with it, before sinking in, in one long stroke, before pulling out again.  He continues to do this, several times, before I grabbing him, trying to pull him towards me, my legs wrapped around me, trying to ease my frustration.  He grants me my wish, slowly, and as he thrusts in and out of me, he positions his hand in between our bodies, and starts rubbing my clit again.  He brings me so close, but stops.

I roll him over, pinning him down, and straddle him again.  I lower myself onto his cock, and this time, bring him to the brink of orgasm.  But I stop just before he does.  Now who’s the teasing one?  I tell him I don’t want him to come just yet, and suggest that he takes me from behind.

Kneeling on all fours, he grabs my hips, and takes me, starting slowly, and building it up.  With one hand on my hip, the other on my right breast, he brings me to the point again…..but then stops, building up the suspense.

We collapse side by side on the bed – neither of us have come yet. I ask him what he wants.  He says whatever I want, I can have it. I tell him I want him right now, really hard. He obliges.

He slid his cock into me, forcefully, and carried out my request by thrusting into me hard and fast.  After a few strokes, he said ‘Told you I wouldn’t last long’, followed by ‘ohhhhhhhh fuck!’ as his thrusts became harder, before coming deep inside me.

I may not have come, but he made up for it later.  But that’s another post…