Now for the really scary part 2
By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Layers Come Off
The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.
It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that's how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.
Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.
She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn't resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.
Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.
"That's really nice," she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.
She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.
She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.
"What's wrong, Josh?" she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.
I gulped hard. "Nothing," I managed to get out. "But if we don't slow down, we'll never make it into the shower." She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.
Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.
It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast to her pearly skin.
I glanced back up at her face. She was blushing and biting her bottom lip, and there was an unmistakable fire in her eyes, a desire that was consuming her core. That's how she expressed it to me later, at the time I could only marvel at the beauty of her flushed face and lovely young body.
But we had to keep going, couldn't spend the night there in the bathroom. I took a deep breath to steady myself.
It didn't steady my nerves.
The Reveal
So, I just stepped back a few feet & took another breath; and without stopping to think about it, shoved my boxers straight down to the floor. My rod sprang back upward as the elastic cleared the tip. As I stepped out of the boxers, my stiff manhood stiffly swayed a bit.
Now it was my turn to get warm in the face, but Sara gasped and her hand went to her mouth again. She was blushing furiously and staring at my groin, more accurately, at the very erect part of me that was protruding from my groin.
"Oh my," I heard her murmur. "Is that, um, will that fit?"
Now, like I said, I'm an average guy, so I don't think I would have had anything to be ashamed of anyway; but the way she said that, I felt like I was a heck of a lot bigger. I couldn't help giving a smug grin at her tone.
"Sure it will, you'll see," I assured her. "You'll get bigger too, remember?"
Her eyes were still a bit wide as she looked back at me, and I gestured toward her waist. "Your turn," I said hoarsely.
She blushed again. "Um, okay."
How I love this woman!
Hesitantly, her hands went to her waist and poised, thumbs sliding in between flesh and fabric. She looked down, and her breath turned shallow again, and then she pulled her dress and panties down together with a sharp exhale.
Her hands covered her crotch as she straightened back up, her legs were absolutely gorgeous. I can't tell you how many times I had thought about those glorious legs, imagined them bare past what her shorts ever revealed, imagined them wrapped around me, the silky smoothness, the intense warmth they would radiate. Is that lust? Maybe; but at some point I am allowed to lust for my wife, right?
Sara was struggling to put her previous life of abstinence behind her, in that bathroom. But she needed guidance.
"Hands by your sides, my love," I said, my voice lower and shakier than I intended. She looked at me with a mix of shyness and lust, and her hands drifted away from her sex and left her open to my gaze.
My mouth fell open a little and my breath went out of me in a rush. She was so utterly lovely there, her lips swollen and pink, completely bare, and glistening slightly. Her breath was coming hard and fast, and when I glanced at her face, her head was up and slightly back, almost like she was trying to look defiant, but my eyes instantly went back to her womanhood.
"You shaved?" I muttered; the only semi-coherent thought left in my brain. She nodded breathlessly.
"Waxed. My mother taught me." A fleeting look of concern crossed her lovely face. "You like it, right?"
I walked the few feet back to her and took her face in my hands. "I love it," I whispered, and kissed her deeply. She moaned and leaned into me, her hands caressing my back, and I felt the heat and softness of her breasts rolling against my chest.
We disconnected with a sigh, and I held her eyes with my own as I stepped back. Silently, I raised one finger and twirled it around indicating I wanted her to spin. A shy smile crept over her lips and she slowly and coyly turned around, watching me over her shoulder as my eyes feasted on her nakedness.
And as for her arse, if you took sexy and mixed it with adorable, and gave it a playful bit of jiggle, you might have some idea of the incredible beauty I was treated to. Her arse was firm and round, and just the right size. The cheeks bounced perkily as she gave a little wiggle, and I looked back up at her and we laughed.
Water Time
Then I nodded toward the tub. "Will you do the honors, my lady?" I asked chivalrously, and she giggled breathily and stepped over to the tub faucet. She bent, perhaps a little more than strictly necessary, and turned on the tap while I gaped at the cleft between her arse cheeks. Her cunt peeped out coyly, the damp lips pressed together by her thighs, and seeing me watching, she gave another playful wiggle.
My mind was still trying to process the fact that I was alone with a naked girl, and that she was mine. The blood was charging through my veins and throbbing in my manhood. She looked so soft and smooth all over, so delectably good. Her nipples were begging my affections.
Once the water was warm enough, she stepped into the spray, with gentle a sigh as the water cascaded down her body.
"Aren't you going to join me, my lord, please?" she said, with another shy blush. I love her ability to blush.
And I didn't wait to be asked again. I stepped down into the tub with her and gathered her wet, slippery, nubile body into my arms. Our lips met again under the showerhead, and we made out with reckless abandon. My hands stroked all over her back and sides, teasing the flanks of her breasts, and she moaned into my mouth as her lips writhed and her tongue danced with mine. Her hands swept down to grab my arse, and my cock stiffened as it was caught between our heaving bodies.
I leaned her backwards a little, pressing my lips hard against hers, and caught her tongue between my teeth. She whimpered as I bit down just a little and her hands came up to cup my face. My arm went around her to support her, and the other hand found a wet and squishy breast, and squeezed. She jumped and her head fell back with a laugh, and I took the opportunity to devour her sweet neck while the hot nipple yielded in my grasp.
Then, and I'm not exactly sure how, she was sliding to her knees in front of me and came face to face with my manhood, erect and proud and very happy to see her. She blushed again, looking for all the world like a lovely water nymph, with her hair hanging wet across her shoulders and her lips, kiss-swollen and parted. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and whispered, "Can I touch it?"
Just hearing her say that, made the member in question twitch and she jumped a little, I should mention that Sara is rather easily startled, and this situation was so new and all, yeah. Back to the story.
I could only nod, and the anticipation made my head feel light. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, and I braced myself against the warm stone wall as her delicate little fingers stroked across my shaft.
It was heaven. I closed my eyes and moaned, tilting my head back in the shower, and almost jumped out of my skin when something very wet and very warm and very alive suddenly engulfed my cock head. My eyes flew open and there she was, naked, soaking wet, kneeling before me with her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft and her big, lovely eyes staring straight into mine.
"Oh baby," I moaned, my hand coming to rest behind her head as she started to bob. "That's incredible, don't stop,"
Her mouth was snug, and her tongue was playing wicked, wicked games with the underside of my cock. Then there was a sucking sensation, and things got tighter and slicker and I watched as almost my whole cock disappeared into that beautiful mouth. She was sucking hard, and I threw my head back and groaned again as I felt her swallow, repeatedly, the contractions rippling down my shaft in exquisite torture.
Then she hummed.
And I lost it.
The whole world exploded in brilliant waves of pleasure and I could only grunt as my hips jerked, spewing my pent-up cum deep into her willing throat. I cried out, writhing in ecstasy, how can I possibly describe the sensations? Never had I felt anything like this; and she kept faithfully sucking until I came back down to earth, lightheaded and braced against the shower wall,
I heaved a deep, shuddering breath and opened my eyes. She was still kneeling in front of me, my spent cock dangling near her lips, and she looked very happy with herself. She smiled and opened her mouth, and I gasped when I saw her tongue coated in white. She swallowed noisily and then gave my cock a very dainty little kiss.
"How was that, my lord?" she asked in the same shy tone, looking up bashfully. I was still breathing heavily, and I reached down and grabbed her and hauled her up to her feet, planting my lips firmly on hers as she giggled in delight. I could still taste a little of me in there,
"That, my lady," I answered, my hands groping her arse and her arms around my neck, "was absolutely fantastic." I kissed her again and she sighed. "But how on earth did you learn to do that?"
She actually looked a little embarrassed. "Um, well, I practiced. With, with bananas."
My eyebrows went up. "Bananas?" I could just see it now: my beautiful wife, sucking whole bananas down her throat, I swallowed a laugh. "Why bananas?"
She was tracing circles on the back of my neck, and I kinda wanted to lean my head back and just purr. She was so pretty, the water streaming down over her and me.
"Well," she said, "I figured they'd be about the right size, and I knew you would love it if I could go deep, you know; and if anything went wrong, well, bananas are easy to swallow."
My hands were wandering over her wet back, and she closed her eyes and sighed. "I suppose they are, never thought of it that way," I said. She smiled and leaned her head back a little. I took the cue and nuzzled her neck. "You know I'll never be able to look at a banana the same again," I murmured against her skin.
She made a noise between a laugh and a gasp, as my lips found and sucked on her earlobe. Then I spun us around so that she was against the wall, and as her eyes opened I planted a tender kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Now," I told her, "My turn."
Her eyes widened for a moment, and then fluttered back shut with a moan as my lips slid down her neck and across her chest. She tasted so good, so warm and smooth, and her head fell back as I skimmed her breast and sucked a whole nipple into my mouth.
"Oh Josh!" she gasped, arching her back to offer more of her breast to my ravenous mouth. "Oh! Oh my goodness!"
And then my hand slid down across her stomach, right to her crotch and gently, so gently traced the outline of her puffy lips. She squirmed and her hips bucked as a gentle cry came out of her mouth. Her hand seized mine and dragged my fingers through her dripping cleft, and then she opened her eyes wide and scared when my lips left her taut nipple and trailed southward, across her quivering, delectable flesh.
"Oh!" she gasped, as I gently nibbled at the joint of her thighs, her skin is so impossibly smooth! "Oh my," she whimpered, feeling my tongue swirl across the swell of her mound. "Oh Josh, please," she moaned, stopping me and looking into my eyes, "you don't have to, Josh, I don't need,"
"Shush!" I stopped her, laying my finger on her lips, while her eyes were very big above it. "I want to," I growled, and then, without breaking eye contact I dragged my tongue straight through her slick, hot folds, as I gently raised one of her legs and set her foot on the raised stone ledge.
She gave a shuddering moan and wilted against the wall, and I ravenously licked her again and again. Her flesh was soft and yielding and so exquisitely sweet, like nectar. With her legs now spread sufficiently, I buried my tongue as deep inside her tight opening as I could get it, and I felt my cock hardening back up again.
Then it happened. I placed my hand on her waxed mound, to hold her squirming hips still; she was writhing above me, whimpering with pure need, and I was in awe at the sight of such wanton nakedness and pleasure, when my thumb brushed the top of her slit. Suddenly she cried out, almost a scream, and her thighs went rigid, clamping my jaw between their silky heat. Her torso throbbed and jerked, and a look of panic came over her face.
"Oh Josh!" she wailed. "What's happening! Oh! Ah! I feel it, It's coming, Ah!"
I had to grab her soft hips and pin her to the wall as she began yelping, her body spasming hard and out of control. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in one long wail of pure ecstasy, and a flood of nectar streamed out of her sex into my mouth, which I had managed to keep glued to her cunt the whole time.
Her hands found my head and compulsively ground my face deeper into her wet crotch, her hips bucking and squirming as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but her breasts kind of got in the way, quivering and swaying with her body. I reached up and pinched one nipple and she jerked, and then all at once she went limp and I had to hold her up, my hands sliding up the backs of her soft thighs. I stood and scooped her up into my arms, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and buried her face in my neck. She was still spasming, and I was in awe of the beauty I had just seen, and the fact that she could be so vulnerable with me, and share her most sacred pleasure so openly.
It actually brought tears to my eyes, and then I heard her sniffle against me.
"Are you okay?" I whispered into her hair.
"I don't know," she moaned. She raised her face to mine; there were tears streaming done her cheeks. "That was so wonderful," she whimpered, shivering. Her forehead drooped to rest against mine. "I feel like I've been taken apart and rebuilt, I've never felt anything like that."
She was still shivering, despite the hot water streaming over us, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. "I love you," I whispered.
Carefully I eased us down to sit, her still perched in my lap, and hugged her close till the trembling faded. She raised her head and fixed her lips to mine again, and her fingers started trailing though my hair. It was a tender, sweet, gentle kiss, and it brought me roaring back into life beneath her.
She must have felt me growing, directly under her cunt, because she giggled into my mouth and pulled back. "Ready to go already, huh?" she asked with a smile. "I think I'm gonna like you."
"You better," I quipped, nipping at her nose. "Cause if you don't, I might be tempted to betake my hand to this very cute arse." And I gave her a playful smack on the backside.
She jumped and squawked. "Hey!" she laughed. "Watch it mister!"
I captured her lips again and we shared another kiss. How could this ever get old? She wiggled a little on my lap, which only served to make me even harder.
"Come on," I said against her mouth. "Let's get out of here."
Bedroom Rites
I helped her up to her feet, she was a little weak in the legs, she said, and turned off the water. We stepped out and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around us both.
She snuggled up to me as I dried her back and tousled her hair a bit, and her hands found their way down to my manhood again.
"Hm, you're so hard," she murmured dreamily, she was decidedly more relaxed now. Her hands were so soft, much softer than mine had ever been, and she nuzzled affectionately at my neck as her fingers stroked and squeezed gently.
"Love, you'd better stop that or you'll be the undoing of me," I said softly into her hair, not wanting her to stop but not wanting to cum yet either. She giggled, how I loved the sound of her delight! and we got back to the business of drying off each other's body.
I noticed then that we hadn't even bothered to close the bathroom door, and it made me chuckle a little; but then my mind was otherwise occupied as Sara flashed a seductive look over her shoulder at me and strolled out into the bedroom. And by strolled, I mean swaggered. She swung her hips from side to side, making her lovely naked arse sway and bounce with each step. She reached the bed and bent over, keeping her legs straight while she placed her hands flat on the coverlet, and wiggled her bottom in my direction.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, her hair draped across her back, and there was a self-satisfied smirk on her face as she saw I hadn't moved from the doorway.
"What's the matter, my lord?" she purred. "Aren't you going to join your lady?"
Her cunt was gleaming in the light of the lamp, the slick folds dewy and moist between her legs.
I gulped, and she bit her lip and sighed as I walked toward her. She looked forward, watching our reflection in the mirror across the bed, and moaned as I ran my hand over the soft skin of her arse. I sank my fingers into her flesh, groping her and squeezing her cheek, and then I knelt behind her and dragged my tongue through her sex again.
"Oh my," she moaned, her hips squirming in my hands. I licked her deep and long, and then opened my mouth and sucked her whole sweet cunt into my lips. She groaned and arched her back, thrusting her lady-place harder into my face. My teeth grazed across her lips and she shuddered, dropping her head to the comforter.
I was beginning to notice something: seeing and feeling her pleasure and arousal was actually turning me on more than the idea of her pleasuring me. Hearing her moan, watching as her naked body writhed and squirmed under my ministrations, and knowing that I was making her lose control of herself, it was like a powerful drug, and I dug in deeper and gripped her hips harder as she started whimpering again.
At the same time, the knowledge that she was willing to be vulnerable with me, to allow me to do things to her, to touch her and take her and do what I pleased with her, the trust and the love of it all hit me like a train. I felt humbled, and exhilarated; so I started nibbling on her cunt, letting my teeth sink ever so gently into her hot, wet, quivering flesh. She cried out and clawed at the bed, her whole arse trembling and sweat breaking out on her skin. My hands gripped the backs of her soft thighs, and then my lips and tongue found her little clit, like a third nipple only bigger and very slick, and as I sucked it between my lips and strummed my tongue across it she started jerking again.
"Josh!" she gasped, her toes curling and her thighs starting to quiver. "I think, .ah, I think I'm gonna cum again, .oh my goodness don't stop please!"
She wailed as the spasms took over her pretty, slender body. She was gleaming, a light dew of sweat shining on her skin, and the muscles in her back were contacting and squirming as she cried out into the bedspread. I kept my face firmly planted in her sex, sucking for dear life and gently nibbling on her little button.
Suddenly she threw her head back and let out a yell, her whole body going rigid, and a flood of girly nectar drenched my jaw. Her arse cheeks clenched and unclenched violently, right there in my face, and she was gasping for air.
"Stop!" she gasped, squirming away as her clit became too sensitive. "Too much, " she mumbled, collapsing back onto the bed. I sat back on my haunches and I couldn't help it, I was grinning like a fool. She turned her head and looked back at me, breathing hard, her hair across her face, and smiled back with her eyes half shut.
"Thank you, Josh," she said very prettily, and for good measure I leaned in and gave her one good hard lick before standing up. She jumped and giggled, and I stood back to survey my handiwork.
She was breathing hard, laying half on the bed with her hips and legs hanging off, resting her knees on the floor. I couldn't stop looking at her beautiful arse, so round and cute and perfect, and the moisture dripping out of her sex and running down the inside of her thighs. Her back was heaving, her hands still clutching at the comforter, and her hair was all over the place. The picture of relaxation.
I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms beside her, and planted a hot kiss in the middle of her back. She sighed and her eyes closed.
"You make me feel so good, Josh," she murmured. "Like a princess."
"My princess," I mumbled into her damp skin, and she smiled, and gasped as my fingers slipped between her legs again. It was so slick and wet down there, and hot, like a mini oven. I grinned as the thought of hot dogs in an oven came to mind. My hot dog was aching for a feel of this oven,
Gently I turned her over, and she smiled up at me as I scooted us both up onto the bed. Her breasts were slick with sweat, so full and round and swollen, and I leaned down and suckled her nipples gently for a few minutes. She cooed and sighed, and then pulled my face up to hers for a kiss.
"Mm, I can taste myself on you," she giggled.
"You like it?" I asked.
She made a production of licking my lips with her dainty little tongue, and frowned consideringly. "Yeah," she said slowly, "I think I do."
I nipped her nose again. "Good. Cause I got more where that came from," and I dragged my fingers through her sex again and presented them to her mouth. She smiled and sucked two into her lips, smacking and swallowing noisily, and even bobbing her head off the bed as if it was a mini cock.
My eyes glazed, and she laughed. "Delicious," she declared.
I dipped my head and kissed her again. "You know you are unbearably cute?" I told her. She smiled again, I swear I'll never get tired of that smile. Then her eyes flicked down, just a touch nervously, and I looked deep into her eyes.
"Are you ready, my love?" I asked her tenderly, gathering her in my arms. She nodded and swallowed.
"Yeah," she said breathlessly. "Please just go slow, okay?"
I nodded and reached down between us, guiding my cock head to rest against her lips. I groaned a little as her slick flesh touched me, and I murmured, "Spread your legs, my love."
She obliged, and I heard her breath hitch as I pushed a little, getting the head seated firmly between her lips. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply again. "Try to relax, darling," I told her, and then thrust, gently, into her slick cleft.
She gasped, as the head of my cock slid in an inch or two, and I stroked her face with my thumbs.
"I love you," I whispered against her lips, and then thrust again, this time going in a little more and hitting resistance. I had to stop and clench my teeth to keep from cumming too soon, she felt so good and slick and hot. It was incredible, really indescribable.
"Darling, I have to go deeper," I told her, breathlessly, and she nodded and swallowed. "I love you," she said softly. "Take me."
I heaved a breath and thrust, hard, and something gave way inside her. She cried out, eyes shut and her hands clutching my shoulders. There were tears gleaming on her cheeks.
"Almost there my love," I groaned, and gave one final push, and sank deep into her. She cried out again and grabbed me, her arms around my neck. I held still, which wasn't easy, her cunt was quivering and rippling around my shaft. She was crying softly, but when I tried to say something, she relaxed and lay back, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. "Please keep on," she asked quietly, and I kissed her again and pulled back, then thrust forward. She groaned again, but not as agonized as before and there was less resistance inside her.
"I'm not going to last long," I told her, and she managed to smile. "I'm yours, take me," she murmured, and that did it for me.
I tried to go slow, I really did, but once I thrust in again, and she whimpered in more pleasure than pain, I couldn't help it and started going faster. To my surprise, she wrapped those incredible legs around my hips and started pulling me in, deeper, and harder, and her breath was turning shallow again.
"Better now?" I grunted, as my hips smacked into her arse again and again, her cunt dripping around my cock and sucking and squelching as I withdrew. She nodded. "Much better," she whimpered. "It feels good now, oh my, uh, I think I'm going to, oh,"
And her voice trailed off as she actually started to orgasm again. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted, and she moaned out one long continuous word: "Josh!"
It was so beautiful. I wanted it to last forever, but no such luck. I gave one last mighty smacking thrust and emptied myself into her with a growl. My whole body locked up and trembled, and I think I saw stars, and then I collapsed onto her, our heaving bodies sweaty and sticky and sated.
I looked down into her eyes as I caught my breath. "That," I said unsteadily, "was incredible."
She smiled delightedly. "Um, yeah. I love you so much,"
I gathered her in my arms and rolled over, taking the bedspread with us and sweeping it over our nakedness, and we drifted off to sleep.
Later that evening, we lay together, me on my back and her curled against my side, her leg thrown across mine and a very pleasant heat from her cunt, pressed against my hip. Her head was resting on my shoulder and her fingers tracing circles on my chest. I stroked her hair and just marveled at the naked beauty laying there in my arm.
"Sara?" I said, after a while. "There's something I'd like to tell you."
She shifted and looked up at me, her big blue eyes full of love.
"I want you to know, that for the rest of my life, I promise that I will always be available for you." I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to say this, so I just adlibbed. She looked a little puzzled.
"I mean sexually," I added. "As much as I can possibly manage, I want you to know that I will never turn you down if you want me, anytime, anywhere. Okay?"
She smiled and kissed my chest. "Okay." Her eyes were soft and gleaming, I could lose myself in them forever. "And I promise that too," she added. "I am yours, and you can take me whenever you want, and I hope you do it a lot." She grinned, and I grinned back and kissed her soundly. She's so adorable,
"So," I began, as she settled back down on my shoulder, "I was thinking, maybe someday I'll come home and you'll be doing the laundry in the living room,"
I paused, and she waited, and then looked up at me. "And?"
"And," I went on dramatically, sliding my hand down to caress her soft bottom, "I might come up behind you and,"
She swallowed and her breath caught. "And pull down my pants and take me right there? Without asking?" she finished, with a gentle heaving of her breasts.
I nodded, my mouth suddenly too dry to talk.
She crawled up me to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "I'd like that," she murmured softly. "I'd like that a lot."
A certain part of me twitched and hardened at that, and she felt it and giggled. "I think you'd like it a lot too," she whispered seductively, and dragged herself down my body, her nipples searing a line down my chest, my abs, past my hips, and her mouth found me again.
I lay back with a groan and surrendered myself to the ministrations of her heavenly tongue.
Life is good, no?
The End.
By AarontheBaron for Literotica