SILENT DESIRES

A man who very much desired her-and who was showing it, touch by touch.

“Oh, oh!” she whispered, his hands slipping between her ass and the blanket, her naked bottom half exposed. Modesty disappeared, rational thinking went right out the window, they were just two people enjoying each others’ bodies and minds.

Muscled arms pressed in the right places, his fingertips gently folding back her labia and his hot breath teasing her just before his tongue did its dance, flicking against the tender, red skin that craved his mouth so much.

She bloomed with lust, every pulse of energy focused on her womanhood as he sucked her clit, slowly extracting the release within, entering and pulling back with two perfect fingers as he seemed to know exactly what to do to make her build to a climax. This wasn’t some shy guy who didn’t know his way around a woman’s body; she couldn’t control her shaking legs, a sign she was getting so close and, moreso, that he was a master at triggering a woman’s touch points, making the different parts fall into place for the grand finale.

Letting go was so hard, but at one point Matt’s hand came up and touched her hip bone, the simple, non-sexual gesture a symbol of a bond here-that this wasn’t just sex, but it was something more. A connection.

She looked down- something she never, ever did during oral sex-and her hands found their way into his hair again, her eyes wide open.

“Please, please!” she said.

The words came out of her so abruptly she nearly pulsated as she came, her pussy walls slamming against each other as the orgasm hit her without warning. She groaned, pelvis grinding into his mouth and tongue, which danced maddeningly right where she needed it most. Then he lapped her, enlarging the surface area of his amazing tongue, changing between flat and pointed to tweak every pixel of flesh he could.

Feeling both sensations led to a screaming rush as a huge, muscular wave tightened every part of her, her dripping hole clinging to his finger, fucking his face, his tongue eagerly catching up to her clit.

“No! Keep going!” she groaned, hands curling into fists of orgasm, her pussy crammed into his tongue as she hissed, “You are so-oh, Matt!” The vortex of lust, the churn of hope and disbelief and pleasure, didn’t stop and she didn’t think it was possible to feel so much so fast, his fingers strumming her and his tongue licking exactly what she wanted and where she needed, the blanket beneath her ass soaked, his breath coming in little pants now as she imagined he was ready to explode, too.

Keeping her pussy on his tongue, he maintained a steady pace, little laps followed by faster, eager strokes, tonguing her, working to extract every last bit as she came and came and came, comfortable enough to let her face contort and her body twist as she reveled in what he could do to her. One deep, full-body clench as she closed her eyes so hard she saw fireworks behind them and she was done, the peak ended, her prayers nearly silent, the breath leaving her body.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He grinned, then climbed up her body, his long, lanky runner’s frame a muscled wall as he made his journey up to her. One hot kiss full of her taste made her red and engorged again, her clit tightening so much she came right there from just a kiss, her hips pushing into him, her own musk covering her lips, her nose, the intoxicating odor so powerful that she couldn’t believe she was coming again. What kind of man could do this to her?

This kind.

Frantic hands that didn’t feel like hers, but were, pulled at his waist. She wanted him in her now. Preliminaries first, of course-she had to give him some attention, too, as a wildflower patch nearly mingled with a low breeze to send an incredible, heady rush of pollen and perfume their way.

She gasped when she looked down at his cock, pausing a moment to really appreciate it, rising up to meet him.

“Savvie,” he said, his voice gravelly and tight.

“Yes?”

“You are beautiful,” he said. “Perfect and real.” He pulled her hand and brought her down to the blanket, kissed the nape of her neck, and she melted.

She was real.

As she grinned, she pushed him down on the bed, then she took one experienced hand, making sure she had his full, erect attention now. She ran her tongue over her lips, savoring the pleasure she was about to give, so the first touch would be perfect, not too dry or bothersome-and, of course, all-too-real.

She clutched his swollen rod in one hand and teased his tip with her tongue, ripples of muscle under his rib cage going crazy. Flicking the tip until he groaned, she perfected the friction level all the way down, completely aroused by his excitement.

His thick legs shifted, hair against hair like the sound of light sandpaper, and his face was open, languid, even, as she touched him.

No one had made her feel this comfortable with her own sexuality. So pure. So real. So alive. Matt was so present with his arousal, so into the moment of her hand, her mouth-her.

Returning her attention to the tip, firming her grip and tonguing the soft rim of his mushroom, she knew he was getting close. Her hand rubbed the base of his cock while she very gradually moved her mouth up and down on him, accentuating the sensation of the roof of her mouth, her tongue and her lips, pumping him with her hand and hoping that she could give him the same pleasure he’d so beautifully given her just moments ago.

One of his hands touched her head, stroking her hair encouragingly, the fingers trying to tell her something she already knew-this was good. Great.

Amazing. She took her time to extend his pleasure, for this might be a once-in-a-lifetime event. She wanted to make it perfect.