Fresh from your shower, wrapped in a towel, you return to the empty bedroom. There, at the foot of the bed, is a small white box placed under a single red rose. You pause with an inquisitive gaze, coyly reaching out for the box, bringing the rose to your nose, inhaling deeply, savoring its fresh clean scent, embracing it tightly to your breasts as your shoulders sway to a silent love song. Opening the box, you find a small card, black panties and bra, and a blindfold. The card reads.
Lie silent in darkness
Build passion and trust
Enhancing your senses
Of smell, taste and touch
You ponder the meaning of the note. “Lie silent in darkness”? “Build passion and trust”? A sudden tingling surge races through your body; “What is he planning?” Dropping your towel, you slip into the panties and bra. You turn, glancing sideways in the mirror, holding the rose between your breasts, admiring your sensual reflection. You climb onto the bed, lying back silent and prone, placing the blindfold over your eyes, arms at your side, deep breath… and out; “Lie silent in darkness” ...
You flinch and gasp softly at the sound of the bedroom door. You sense a presence in the room near you. Your hips squirm slightly, thighs squeezing together from an anticipatory jolt. I pause at the side of the bed, admiring the beauty before my eyes. Your head rises slightly, trying to speak. I place my finger softly to your lips; “Shh…”, lowering my head next to yours.
A familiar light sent of cologne fills the air around you. You feel the warmth of my breath as my moistened lips brush against your cheeks tenderly, slowly searching over the softness of your skin. Your hands attempt to rise to my face but are gently seized and returned to your side. I whisper into your ear; “Do you trust me?” Her head nods slowly… Our lips meet briefly, then part, your head rises slightly inviting your lips back to mine. Our tongues entwine, tasting the wetness between our lips. My lips break away, continuing their journey below your ear, down the contour of your neck, inhaling the sweet freshness of your sent. Your chest rises as you feel the warmth of my hand encircling your satin clad breast, my fingers teasing the nipple with gentle circles, feeling it stiffen beneath my touch. I take your hand and bring it to your breast, lifting the bra, cupping it softly, my hand on yours, guiding your touch. You take a deep breath, moaning your approval as I lower my lips to your breast, kissing it softly, nipping gently with my teeth, my mouth and tongue suckling as an infant wanting milk.
I lead your hand from your breast and guide it to my hardness, my hand over yours, clutching it lightly, wrapping your soft fingers around its girth, your hand feeling its warmth, learning its contours, the texture of its skin as it slides through your fingers.
I guide my mouth back to your moist open lips, greedily accepting them back. I release the guidance of my hand from yours, leaving your hand wrapped around my stiffness. My hand now reaches the softness of your navel, fingers playfully circling round and around. You flinch with a giggle, grabbing my hand in defense.
Your legs part slightly wanting my touch. I take hold of your hand, cupping the back to match yours, guiding your fingers as a puppeteer, sliding them between your surrendering legs. Our fingers, moving as one, glide across your satin covered mound, feeling the warm damp slickness of the satin fabric. Your hips press softly as our hand slips under the satin band, combing through the softness of your small furry patch.
Our fingers still searching. You let out a muffled sigh as our hand glides over your clit, teasing the smooth flesh of your womanhood, spreading your folds, releasing their silky nectar. You moan softly, your hips lift against our hand as I guide your two middle fingers between your wetness, slowly at first, then deeper and quicker, palm pressing against your mound keeping pressure on your clit. I yield my hand as your fingers continue to focus on your building pleasure. A hand on your breast now kneading, pinching and pulling your nipple. Your legs snap shut tightly grasping your hand, rolling onto your side, hips grinding against your fingers. You squeal and shudder with release, face down on the bedding, muffling the sound. You inhale deeply, then exhale. Your body still tingling, jerking uncontrollably at times as you slowly regain control.
You roll to your back, still panting to catch your breath, you reach up, remove the blindfold and exclaim, “Oh…my…God!” catching my gaze smiling from the foot of the bed. I kneeled and pulled you to me. Your knees open wide exposing your pink swollen lips, your honey dripping down to your ass, your clit standing proud, the Queen of your treasure within its glistening folds. I lifted my hands under your hips, exposing your ass, your puckered opening covered in honey dripping from above. I lower my head, pausing, inhaling your intoxicating essence, circling your hole with my tongue. You moaned and squeezed slightly as the stiff tip of my tongue penetrated your tightness again and again, searching out every drop of your warm sweet nectar.
My tongue now following the trail of honey to its source, my tongue flat and wide, lapping the folds of your honeypot, devouring your honey, scooping your nectar with the tip of my tongue. I feel your hands reaching down to assist my search, opening your folds, my tongue probs deep extracting your honey from its source. You spread your lips, exposing your clit to my searching tongue. My lips close around your button, lightly sucking, fluttering with the tip of my tongue, your hips twitching with every flick.
You push me away and slide up on the bed. I follow and position myself between your legs. You reach up and we embrace, wrapping your arms and legs around me, pulling me close. I adjust my hips to find your wetness, sliding forward and back, side to side, the head of my cock falling in place.
You roll me off with mischievous grin, “My turn!”. You place two fingers, still moist with your essence, against my lips “Do you trust me?”, my head nodding with approval.
You move down taking my swollen member in your hand, stroking it slowly, smearing the droplets oozing from its tip. You look up at me, eyes burning with lust, your mouth opens above my cock, your eyes never breaking their gaze, your tongue sliding up and down the underside, flicking the tip like butterfly wings, dropping your mouth over the head, pumping my cock with your lips, your eyes still locked, burning into my soul.
My cock slides from your mouth, your hand still stroking it softly. You move over me, straddling my hips, your eyes still locked on mine. You rise to your knees, your hand positioning my cock, rubbing the tip against your wetness. Your hips lower then rise, lower then rise again, teasing the tip of my cock, my legs shake, my hips rise but never enough. You are in control now.
You look in my eyes and grin with every tease. Your grin gives way to seriousness. Your hips lower again on the tip of my hardness, your eyes close, you ever so slowly allow the length of my hardness to enter your warm silky chamber. You lean forward, our lips finding each other in a passionate dance, our tongues lovingly mingle, sharing the scent, the essence of our love. We are truly one in this moment.
You place your hands on my chest and slowly raise your hips again then thrusting down, an ecstatic moan came out from within your chest and throat as your ass slammed down against my thighs, plunging my cock to the hilt. Our hips pumping, almost frantic, thrusting up and down my shaft, grinding your mound against me, searching for release. I rolled you off onto your back, spreading your legs wide, thrusting my cock, balls slapping against your ass, pressure building in my loins, my thrusting slowing but deliberate. You know all the signs. You grab my hips, pulling me in with every thrust, pumping my hot cum deep within your satiny cave, “Yes! … Yes!”, “Give me your cum! ...” “Please! ... I want your cum!”.
I pulled back slowly then one final thrust, collapsing on top of you, both totally spent, trying to catch our breath. I rolled off lying next to you. You turned and draped an arm and leg over me, drawing little circles on my chest with your finger. I kiss the top of your head, you look up at me with a grin, speaking almost in whisper, “That was very nice”.
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4 comments
I remember similar times
I love taking my time with a woman. Allowing her to enjoy the intensity of the moment. The satisfaction watching her wriggle and squirm beneath my touch as her body shakes and convulses in orgasm. That's really hot for me! 🔥
That was very nice
Thank you! More on thee way
Great pics along with the story hope more to cum