Surprise, surprise…. Now I got you all to myself you fuxking teasing whore…. What did you say…. Speak up…. Tonight you become my favorite play thing….. You’re delicious and I’m about to eat you…..
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The First Touch
A small gasp cascades from her lips at the first touch.
The fingers are soft, the touch delicate, the lips that wrap around her pebbled nipple feel sweet and moist.
Nothing is what she expected but still they make her pulse race and her chest tighten.
She had followed his directions and lain on the bed, blindfold in place, nothing on but the lingerie he had left out for her.
In the quiet moments before the door clicked open, her mind had replayed his touch, his words and direction, she had seen how he would use her, where he would take her, over and over in her mind.
Waiting for him, for his hands on her again, left her heart racing and her body burning.
But these are not his hands, not his touch, not his mouth moving across her breasts and the differences shatter her expectations.
He would consume her with his hands and mouth but the hands flirting across her thigh now were tasting her, sampling what she had to offer.
He would savage her breasts, his fingers would fill her cunt until she lost all sense of perspective. His mouth would bite and burn, leaving a trail of destruction and he knew how to play her body for hours, to just past breaking point - it was perfect.
But these lips were teasing a reaction from her, the fingers explored her folds and found spots which forced more startled gasps from her own lips.
And the difference was delicious.
She knew he was watching, that he would be studying her reaction, noting the way her hands had bunched the sheets beneath them as the finger pushed inside her arse, as the other flicked her tongue across her clit.
He would be learning, cataloguing and storing away to be used later.
She also wondered whether he was stroking himself quietly as this other woman explored her body. She felt a pang of envy at the thought he might be caressing the other’s body, even as she slid fingers inside her wet cunt.
The thought made her groan quietly, the images in her mind reeling, building the tension, all the more delicious that it was her mind’s eye creating the images.
She lets her body relax in to this difference, calmer now after the shock of that first touch. She lets the soft coaxing fingers slip where they want. She drifts with the ebb of those delicate lips moving over her clit, the gentle tongue lapping against her wet flesh.
There is a rhythm to this touch, a different experience which guides each movement and she falls in to that same beat, her body rising and falling in time with each caress.
The sudden crashing change of pace forces a shout from her, as harsh, heavy fingers join the delicate touch.
Her whole body shudders as she recognises his hands, she screams in delight as his teeth follow the trail left by softer lips.
The two styles mix, melding as they work across her body. Still unable to see, it is these touches which become her everything, the rough and smooth blending to create a whole new sensation deep in the pit of her stomach.
She can feel the orgasm building, deep inside her, driven by the overlap of soft and harsh. Her tipping point comes as she feels his hard fingers push deep within her cunt as soft lips tease and pull her clit inside that so soft mouth.
Her body arches as she lets go, the shout comes from deep within, twisting as she tries to bury them both further within her.
The orgasm deepens as his hands hold her down, forcing her hips to remain still. The strength is perfectly balanced against those soft knowing lips. Beauty and the Beast are at play and she cannot resist them.
As the final aftershocks work across her body, hands stroke her face, the mix of fingers again. The blindfold slips away and he is looking down at her.
‘Time for you to join us, baby’
She blinks in the light catching his eye for a moment, as he bends to place a soft kiss against her mouth. As he pulls away, his lips are replaced by softer, sweeter ones but these press hard and push an urgent tongue inside.
Even now the styles play with her, no clear role for either one. The excitement builds in her as the hands begin to roam and explore once more.
She can’t tell who is now touching her, kissing her, filling her and she does not care. She watches the two bodies writhe over her, soft, strong, lithe shapes roll in front of her.
Despite the mess of bodies, for a moment he is in front of her, she grabs his face, forcing him to look at her.
‘Thank You’ she whispers, more from her eyes than her mouth.
He merely smiles that smile, grabs her hands from his face and pushes them over her head.
As he descends, another softer body writhes between them and she lets herself slide once more in to the maelstrom.
Words by The Dirty Romantic
i’m at home, studying and bored…
inbox me lovelies! tell me how you’ve been while i’ve been on my tumblr hiatus xx LMP
he knows im always hungry for a taste…. though my boobs are big enough to be able to brush against his balls at the same time….
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