The dinner
We are getting ready to go out for dinner together. You are just out of the
shower, still damp, barefoot and wearing only a towel. Im in the bedroom, in
my bra and panties, searching through the closet looking for something to put
on. You come up behind me and enclose me in your arms from behind. We stand
in front of the mirror, looking into each others eyes through the glass. You
hold me gently at first to see if I move away, and when I don't, you grin at
me.
You say to me, "You look good enough to eat, let's just stay home." You lift
my hair and move it to one side, so that you can nibble against my neck. Your
right hand moves to cup my left breast. You squeeze and then start to rub the
fabric over top of my nipple which makes my nipple grow hard under your touch.
You make that noise, that satisfied grunt you make when my body responds to
your touch. Your lips are hot against my neck, your kisses trigger a growing
heat inside my body.
Still watching you in the mirror, I flippantly say, "I thought you wanted to
eat out?" You look up, grinning, "I plan on eating out, eating you out." Your
arms tighten around me. I know that there is no escaping now..... even if I
wanted to escape, which I don't.
You slip a finger under the lace of my bra, pulling it down and exposing my
hardening nipple. Your fingers grasp it. Gently at first, and then with more
intensity, you pinch my nipple. You know how this makes me react. You know I
will be wet almost instantly. You watch my face in the mirror, see how my eyes
darken with passion, with the promise of deep pleasure. You can feel me
trembling and hot in your arms.
Your left arm moves down to press my hips back against your body, pressing your
cock into my lower back. You know I can feel how hard you are, how ready you
are. That pressure makes me groan with anticipated desire. You continue to
kiss and nip at my neck, as if this were merely a brief caress before dinner
and not the beginning of you seducing me yet again. You like to see how far
you can tease me this way, to see how long it takes me to break down into the
consuming heat of your embrace.
Your left hand moves down to the crotch of my panties. You slide one finger
along the outline of my cunt lips, pressing the fabric in. You can feel the
heat and a bit of wetness building in me with just that one action. You
whisper, "stay home or go out?" in my ear, knowing that I won't be able to
respond to you. I can feel you smiling as you return to kissing my neck.
Your finger slips under the elastic along my leg, tracing a line up to my hip.
You slip a finger along the waistband, and then slowly put your hand down the
front of my panties. You feel me shiver with anticipation. You give me one
last opportunity to move away, break the spell you have fashioned with your
touch. You know I won't or can't move. You know you have me, body
and soul.
Slowly you trace the same line as before, only this time there is no fabric
between me and your exploring fingers. You slip one finger against my clit.
Anticipating my gasp and the spasm that always follows, you hold me tightly
against your body. Your cock has swollen immensely, hungry and bold, pressing
hard against my back. Your finger slips deeper, sliding easily in my wetness.
You look up from kissing my neck to look into my face, reading my need, the
need that answers your own deep desires.
With one last tug on my nipple, you reach around and unhook my bra. You slide
it from my shoulders to drop to the floor. Reluctantly your finger slides back
up, past my throbbing clit, and you pull your hand from my panties. You hook
your fingers in the waistband of my panties and draw them down over my hips and
down my legs. They fall to the floor, and I stand naked before you in the
mirror. Gently you turn me around to face you. You put your arms around me
again, and kiss me hotly.
Breaking the kiss, you lift me into your arms and carry me the few feet to our
bed. You lay me down and stretch out beside me, as your towel drops to the
floor. I reach down to touch your dick, but you say, "No." You only do that
when it's my turn to be passive, as you bring me past readiness with your
fingers, lips and tongue, and into a heaven of your making. In this, if
nothing else, you expect me to be compliant.
Kissing me once on the mouth, you lower your head to my hard nipples, moving
from one to the other nibbling, leaving each one cold and wet until you return
once again. Your hand glides down my belly, tracing my belly button in
passing, and moving down to my pussy. You pull on my pubes, just above my clit
to announce your path. Your fingers once again slip between my lips, feeling
the hot wetness that you have brought to me with your love making. You slip
one finger and then a second up inside me, feeling your way to that one little
spot that will make me yelp with delight. You find and rub that spot, moving
only the fingers inside of me. You look up to watch my body writhe and my face
tell you of my bliss. You can feel the contractions of my cunt begin around
your fingers.
You shift your body again so that your mouth hovers over my cunt. With your
hands your gently disclose your goal. Your tongue darts out, flicking at my
engorged clit. You grin with enjoyment at how I squirm under your efforts.
You tuck my legs under your arms and grab a hold of my ass to keep me from
squirming away altogether, pinning me under you. You start to stroke my clit
with your tongue, long slow licks up, and slithery side to side licks down.
Over and over.
Hearing my uneven breathing, you stop for a moment to let me catch my breath.
"Okay?" you ask me, looking up. I can only nod and grin at you. You know my
body like it were a musical instrument, there for only you to play. You return
to your activity, your goal to make me cum hard. You slip two fingers back
inside me, to find that spot again that makes me cry out. Finally with your
licking and stroking me, the gates of heaven open and I can feel myself
cumming. You feel it too, and stop as my body convulses and I cry out your
name.
You release me and move to hold me in your arms. I am spent for the moment.
Content now, but soon to need more of your magic touch. Every time you touch
me, my addiction to you only increases. As soon as I recover, you will slide
your body over mine and plunge into me, or mount me on top of you like a
glorious trophy. But for now, knowingly, you hold me in your arms knowing the
real fire hasnt been started yet.
