She is waiting for him, pacing back and forth. The candles are lit. The bed is made for two. The lights are dim. His plane lands, he is on the way. She wants to wait patiently, she wants to see him, talk to him but she needs to touch him more. Now. She can't wait. She doesn't want to hear but feel. He is on the way up; She feels the place saved for only him contracting. She knows what is happening. Her breasts are firm. Nipples on fire. She can't get it under control. The moisture is thickening. The elevator bell rings from down the hall. She watches through the peep hole. Heart is beating out from within. She aches to the point of pain for him to touch her where she wants to put his hands.
She opens the door. Her mouth finds his before the bags are down, before the door can shut. She pulls at his clothes. She wants them off. Skin to skin. She wants to consume every part of him. She can't get enough. The passion is raw, primal. She sees the flames from the candles but the fire is between them. His clothes are off. She stops the urge to have fast and complete penetration. She wants to savor this moment but the need to have him fill her is overwhelming. She feels the wetness between her legs. Taking his hand and places it there, the heat burns. She can't let him touch her where the need is greatest, she will explode. This is torture.
He lies across the bed on his back. She moves from your feet slowly to the part that is calling for her attention. She starts from the bottom, with her tongue moving to the top. She smells his man scent. She tastes him. She covers him with her mouth. It's hard to look at him while making love to him with her mouth but she does. She needs to see the pleasure and the pain of withstanding the act without Cuming. She knows you want to. She can feel the blood pulsating, straining to its' capacity. She tastes small amounts of juice from him. Small amounts waiting for her that he has no control over. She kisses the inside of his legs, his thighs. She doesn't want to leave this place but she wants him to taste what she tastes. She makes it to his chest. She has to stay there. If not, when she moves up further she will be positioned directly over what she wants. She moves, lowers herself to his lips her body onto his. She is filled completely. She can not move. She must adjust to his size.
He puts his hands on her hips and moves her up and down faster and then slower, deeper, faster, and slower. The pain is amazing. The moisture is never ending. It keeps Cuming and Cuming and she can't stop it. She rubs her hands along the inside of her legs. Wiping the moisture on her breasts as she sits upright looking down at him. They are still moving, deeper and closer than before. There is no void. There is her and there is him….nothing in between. She removes him from her, making her way back down to his thighs and tastes him again. They taste each other. She fills her mouth with as much of him as she can. He has her hair in his hands pushing her head to the depth and rhythm that makes him feel good. He pushes further and further. She takes in more and more. She stops abruptly; moves quickly to put him in her. The second she is filled with him she cums again. The moisture is so intense they can hear it. She makes him lie still while she finishes. She can't breathe. Can't catch her breath. She rolls over on her back. He rolls over to her….To be continued!
