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Fires
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FINALLY he stopped fiddling with the fire, I thought, I'm a lot more fun
to play with....
My clothes long since removed, I streched out slowly on the thick, white rug
letting my foot slide against his ankle to get his undivided attention.
He rose slowly, staring at the crackling fire with his darling smile
(the pyro!). He looked over to me for approval as I basked under the warm
yellow glow. I nodded slightly while we stared into each others eyes for a
moment and then I watched his eyes drift across the rest of my body. He
always said he thought I had a great shape (I decided never to argue...)
and so right now I knew I looked good to him so I let him enjoy the view.
I let my hands wander along with his gaze. He was the type that enjoyed the
motions involved as much as the locations, so I gave myself small delicate
caresses expressing tender sensuality. I tried to create
myself in an image of almost distracted eroticism with a slow
finger-ballet of silent - nearly incidental - stimulation over my skin.
He loves to watch me enjoy my body as much as he enjoys it, so I indulged
him a little allowing my fingertips to sample every part of my body.
But only a little. He had a body that could make me tremble - and
sometimes did. After a few minutes, I was obviously ready for more. The
warmth of the fire only enhanced the warming of my flesh from within. My
skin tingled everywhere I touched myself for our mutual pleasure. I
eagerly wanted for things to move forward, so I stopped and gave a little
pout of mock annoyance at his not participating and motioned at him to
undress for me. He smiled and stood to happily comply.
I impatiently stared while he slowly lowered his shirt to the floor.
Watching the firelight and shadows dance across his chest and abs
as he parted the shirt after a slow unbuttioning session had taken WAY
too long for me. I sat up on my knees in front of him after deciding to
take a little control. My hands flew across his belt buckle, removing one
obstacle right away. From there, I undid the top button of his jeans,
grasped the freed flaps and tugged apart sharply. The rest of the buttons
seperated quickly...including one that flew across the room (oops).
I pulled them down and slid my hands across the sides of his hard
upper thighs. What years of college and high school varisty track has
done to this mans body, let no one put asunder! Buns left on a counter
for a week could not have been harder! After much feeling and squeezing, I
could tell that he was getting uncomfortable. I felt that wonderful burning
sensation in my stomach and it was slowly building in intensity. I could
feel the dampness starting inside me and the swelling beginning outside -
encouraging me to spread my knees a bit. I heard him sigh and groan
above me but I didn't need to ask what was wrong - the answer was right under
my nose, so to speak.
My favorite toys were right at my fingertips and the fabric of his white
jockeys strained hiding the excited state of the flesh behind. I gently
enjoyed sliding my fingers against every warm contour. I slowly traced the
thick pipe swelling from the underside of his shaft. His entire length was an
erotic topography of lumps, ridges and swollen veins. As I apporached
end, I felt the broad flare of the head. Widely extending out around the
diameter of the shaft, it resembled a large mushroom cap affixed to the rest
of the length. When I reached the end, I felt a bit of dampness betraying
his urgent state.
Believe me, I felt the same way as more and more moisture began to slide
onto my inner thighs. I couldn't resist giving myself a little attention
as I occasionally allowed one hand to steal back to my body. My breasts
were flushed and taut as passion-inflamed blood coursed through my
tingling body - engorging everything in my body. Just to keep myself on the
edge, I stroked one gently letting the anticipation build.
His large strong hands had reached down to cover, rub and warm my
shoulders, I slowly looped my fingers into his waistband and tugged downwards.
Bending a bit, he pulled his hips away, allowing his length to spring outward
unfettered and his undies to fall. He kicked away clothes and underclothes,
straightened and stood proudly in so many ways and directions. Another
droplet emerged and fell from the tip. In the firelight, it became a golden
meteor leaving a glittering icicle-like trail back to its source. I gazed
upwards to his face. His eyes were half-closed with passion and his
breathing picked up as I broke this trail with my tongue and followed it to
it's pulsating source. He always had a taste that was so different and
special. I began to slowly slide my tongue across the wide, throbbing
end when he slowly pulled away from me! Wondering if something was wrong, I
sat back on my legs and looked up quizzically.
He stepped behind me and grabbed one of the cushions from the couch and
then went to his knees right behind me. He put the pillow aside
and returned his kneading hands to my back. Any remaining tension became
vapor as he massaged me into a haze of arousal. Scooting in closer, his
hands slid from back to front. As he explored my chest, I arched
my back so as to press my breasts into his hands. He cupped them into
his hands, allowing the hardened tips to slip between his fingers. As he
held and squeezed, he also closed his fingers creating an electric
sensation while the ends were pinched. I could feel his warm breath on
my neck inflaming our passion while he nuzzled against me delivering kisses
and playful nibbles. He pulled me against his own chest and slid his
hands down along my stomach and waist. I placed my hands on top of his
and together we slowly descended down my quaking belly.
Our fingers slickened as they explored between my wet thighs, circling
around and spreading me open. A pair of fingers - one mine and one his -
shared in pleasuring me as we slid about the swollen flesh. I closed my
eyes and just let the tactile senses take over. Together his fingers and
mine were fondling me into a frezny. I began to slowly pump my hips
against our hands. I could feel his hot, hard sex pressing against my rear
and that promise of things to come only heightened my excitement.
Suddenly it was upon me. I began to thrust down hard against our
frantically oscillating fingers. I couldn't control my hands very well,
but he kept rubbing furiously. His fingers knew my body perfectly. With
each breath, my voice travelled up in pitch from grunting all the way to
screaming and then at the peak, I couldn't make a sound. My entire body
trembled and shook violently and then relaxed back against his body.
My mind buzzing, I was totally unresistive as he pulled the pillow a foot
or so front of me. Then leaned forward so I could collapse against the
floor with my belly on the cushion, raising my rear some inches. For an
infinite number of moments, he stayed still behind me. Propping myself
up on my elbows, I looked back to watch him watch me. He was staring
intently at my still shivering body, so I seperated my legs a little to
allow for more of his viewing pleasure. I think he took that as a direct
invitation because he then moved forward and lowered himself against me. He
moved his hips around and I could feel his broad head slide against me until I
felt my lips part as he began to push his flesh into mine.
Despite my very fluid state I had to spread my legs even further to
accomidate his pulsing knob. The folds of the flesh of my hot, wet walls
distended to smoothly envelop his organ. He slid deeper into me, pushing
a wave of pleasure into my body. Still excited from my previous climax,
my muscles greedily spasmed around his length, pulling him into me. Just
as he was about to go too far for now, he stopped. I then became aware of
the beauty of it all...the pulse in his thick veins nearly matching my
own....his licking, kissing and nibbling all over my neck, ears and back...
the weight of his body, while mostly supported by his elbows,
pressing down against me into the soft carpet and cushion. It was all so
wonderful. I streched out my body across the rug, spreading arms and
legs far apart, opening myself to his presence.
Finally he began to move. Pulling back, the edges of my sex greedily
clung and suckled against his length. The flared ridge surrounding the
head streched the length of my insides again causing a loud sucking sound
as the air tried to replace the emptyness of his passing. Then again, he
drove forward into me. I contracted around him as he entered, massaging him
slowly and sensuously, bringing forth a very satisfied groan from his lips.
We moved slowly like that for some time until we both felt the urgency
building within and between us. He started to move faster into my
eagerly desiring body. The sounds...from sighs and groans...the wet sliding
sounds of our sweating bodies moving against each other...the crackling
of the fire...everything was beautiful. Soon he moved still faster. He
curled his arms underneath my shoulders so to easily both pull and push
himself into me. I tried to thrust upwards to meet him, but I could
barely move my hips under his motions. As he moved faster, he pushed
harder forcing the top of my sex against the rough, wet pillow giving
me an extra source of pleasure.
I could tell he was coming closer as his breath began to quicken and his
thrusts into me became more urgent. I too could feel the waves building
within my filled belly each time his hard length coursed into me.
Suddenly his thrusts became fast and random....he cried out and fell
agaist my back. It was all I could take. My own body started to spasm
against his. Inner contractions grew harder and harder against his
shaft. I screamed with him as I felt him pump his warmth into me. The
thick pipe almost coming alive as his cream burst forth. It kept coming
...each of my spasms stimulating him...milking more and more. I could barely
see...barely think..it was all so intense.
Then we were still. Maybe one or both of us passed out as I don't
remember much for a few minutes. Just a lovely floating feeling. Like I
was there, but not there. Time slowly picked up again and I became aware of
both of us breathing hard with each other. He was still inside me as he
began to get up. The coolness of where our sweaty bodies met on my back
proved quite a reviving feeling. He slowly withdrew from me and I remained
still with exhaustion.
He crawled back a bit behind me and then went back to the floor me.
I felt his hands again return to my thighs...softly raking his
fingertips against the delicate skin. Then he scooted in even closer to
where I could even feel his breath cooling as it crossed my moist skin. His
kisses met my own soft, soaked petals and he then slowly started to explore
deeper with his tongue. I knew what he wanted...what we wanted...so I
began to contract my muscles... trying to bring forth our shared emissions.
His tended to be quite thick, so it was a moment or two before I felt his
licking turning into sucking. He always loved this intimate act of consuming
the mixture of our secretions. After a few moments, I rose and crawled back
to rest where he lay. I slowly wrapped my arms around his chest and licked
around his lips to taste the same potion. His lips parted and I explored his
mouth and we both slowly consumed the thick mixture. When there was no more,
I placed my head on his shoulder while he leaned his head against mine and we
watched the fire slowly subside until sleep overcame us.
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