Two Desserts…
Midnight teal v-neck dress, nude plunge bra with a little bit of lift, nude lace panty, light teal stargazer lily, small one, clipped above left ear. All evening, I kept having to pull up the material of the bust, lightly, when no one was looking, because it kept dropping down and revealing edges of the cups.
I served him a piece of the oreo shaped cake I made, and some mango peach iced green tea, and we ate and talked and then I quickly brushed my teeth and grabbed his hands and drew him into the bedroom. Sat on the edge of the bed and he hovered over me with a daring and determined look in his eyes, a lion about to pounce. Rested his forehead up against mine and stared into my eyes, and we kissed tenderly but with a supple firmness, the way I like most, and then I pressed my lips against his left cheekbone, leaving a bold shimmering dark berry lipstick print in a shade I was wearing for the first time, Rebel Raspberry. I left a short trail of lighter prints down to his jaw and then kissed his neck passionately. I kiss with my lips pushed outward and rounded as much as I can for maximum softness and maneuverability.
He kissed my mouth some more and then sucked on my neck, biting it hard and making me moan sharply from the pain, which I enjoyed. He tugged the straps of my dress down, draped loosely in the middle of my upper arms, and unhooked the back of my brassiere, stripped it off and grasped the bottoms of my breasts. His mouth devoured each of my nipples and sucked as much flesh from each breast as he could into his mouth, and I couldn’t help but dig my fingers into his back. He then used the force of his body leaning against mine and the firm pressure of his hands around my breasts to gently push me down onto the bed. I relinquished my arms to fall back against the mattress and he slithered down onto the floor in front of me and lifted up the pleated skirt of my dress. Smiled at me and said I wouldn’t want to get this dirty, so I think you should just take it off. Watched expectantly as I lifted it over my head and dropped it beside me on the bed, a soft dark drapey puddle.
He pulled my lace panties very gently down, afraid to tear them, I could tell, and went down on me for a good long while, stopping only to say You always taste amazing and a few minutes later, I could do this all night. I moaned softly through most of it, and when he maneuvered his tongue and lips tightly around certain parts of me, in ways I felt I almost couldn’t take, I screamed out in very high pitched tones, unable to control myself. After some time, he lifted his head and pulled my calves over his shoulders in a very dominant manner. He slid his head between the middles of my thighs, closed his eyes, moaned deeply, grasped the sides of my thighs rather brashly, and pressed them together as hard as he could muster, it seemed. All the while he tilted his face from side to side between my tautly pressed inner thighs and moaned fluidly. Then very suddenly, he gasped, stopped, relinquished my thighs from his grasp and looked very nervous.
…Oh my God, I…I, uh, just came all over myself! Looked up at me vulnerably.
That’s okay, I cooed gently, and then started giggling. He looked horrified. I sat up and pressed his face against my abdomen and stroked the back of his neck. Awww, really, it’s fine! It’s actually very sweet! What could be more flattering to a girl than that? Seriously!
He looked up at me with soft eyes and crimson cheeks. Really? he asked in a childlike tone.
The blush stinging his face, the embarrassment I could tell he was feeling was turning me on immensely. Really. I kissed his mouth and gave him as much of my tongue as I could, sucked on his lips a bit as I pulled it out. Why don’t you go wash yourself off, and come right back?
Sounds good. He smiled at me. Before he left the room, he added sheepishly, I was just enjoying the musculature of your thighs…I didn’t even realize I was about to cum. It was kind of like a nocturnal emission. He chuckled loudly and then looked embarrassed again.
Why don’t you take me on all fours when you come back? I shamelessly suggested. He beamed at me gratefully.
Heard him turn on the shower for a couple of minutes, and I grew more and more turned on anticipating his return. When he walked back in, I asked, Do you mind terribly if, instead of all fours, I have you lie down here first?
He smiled evilly. Not at all.
I smiled evilly back, handed him the condom I’d taken out. Here, put on your raincoat.
He opened it, slid it on, and laid down on his back on one side of the bed, then scooted over toward the center a bit so I’d have room for my leg. I straddled him and dangled my breasts above his face and he sucked them voraciously. I carefully held the base of his penis and slid it inside myself and adjusted my legs to have the least amount of friction against him. Fervently turned on at that point, I leaned forward, grabbed onto his shoulders very hard, and rode him in quick thrusting motions, desperate to quell this built up, torturous desire. I found myself screaming in a deep rough tone, sounding torn from my throat, sawed jaggedly from my diaphragm. Knew the neighbors upstairs had to have heard it, but didn’t care. Came to a breathy halt after a bit, thought I was done, but then felt a sharp urge to do it again. Continued fucking him really hard and got myself off a second time, during which I screamed even louder than the first, couldn’t help it.
Lifted myself off him and fell on my back onto the bed right beside him, tried to catch my breath. He shot up and inserted himself in me right away and came about thirty seconds later. We laid together, both catching our breath, and then he stood up, pulled me to the edge of the bed by my legs, put on another condom, and took me from behind on all fours, him standing. All I could do was prop my body up and take it…
One thing I noted from last night was that when I’m being pleasured and have no control over how or when I receive such pleasure, my screams are quite high pitched, but when I’m pleasuring myself or have control over my pleasure, my screams are very deeply toned. Hmm…I suppose for myself, one is the sound of surprise, and the other is the sound of release.