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Lovers
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Lovers
The Lovers entered the room in silence. Nothing needed to be said. Their intent
was unmistakable. Holding each other close, Their lips pressed together,
They sank slowly to the bed. For countless beats of Their racing
hearts, They kissed, Their kisses growing more and more passionate.
His hands caressed Her breasts, Her buttocks, Her thighs. She stroked
His face, His thighs, His buttocks with tender, loving, yet hungry
hands. His hand slipped to the front of Her blouse, and His trembling
fingers worked to open the delicate garment. For a moment He massaged
Her breasts through the Brassiere, but soon that had to be removed
too. She stripped the T-shirt from His torso and ran Her hands across
the fuzzy chest. Their arms encircled one another again. The heavy,
wet kisses were not interrupted as He slid HIs hands to Her front,
stroking the soft skin of Her breasts, enjoying the feel of Her
stiffeneing nipples. He stopped kissing Her to shift position slightly.
His mouth now covered Her left nipple, sucking, kissing, the tongue
flicking it as it grew harder. He dragged His tongue across Her chest
to the other breast, where He did the same. She dropped Her hand to
His groin, where She kneaded His hardening penis with that same hungry
touch. He opened His pants and had begun to guide Her hand in when She
pulled Her hand from His grip and drew the clothing down to His knees,
past His ankles, and onto the floor. This time it was She who moved,
closing Her mouth about His member as he lay back, loosing Himself in
the feeling of Her mouth sucking the organ, Her tongue circling the
head, Her hand stroking. In a hoarse whisper, He muttered a single
word. Never breaking contact with Her mouth, She moved again, and She
now straddled His head. With a clumsy, rough manner born of His own
intense pleasure, He unbuttoned Her jeans and cast them, with the damp
silk undergarment, aside. With His tongue, He tentatively caressed her
glistening lips. With His mounting lust, He began to thrust with His
tongue, then, savoring the taste of her fluids on His tongue, licked
Her swelling clitoris. Soon they were writhing together, a sweating
mass of flesh. Suddenly, She rolled off. Still stroking Him with Her
hand, she came to lay beside Him, wishpering in His ear. he nodded.
Reaching under the bed, he drew forth several small coils of rope.
At her behest, He tied Her by the ankles and wrists to the bedposts.
At the finish of this, He landed in an inverse of Their previous
position, and as Her mouth once again closed on Him, He too returned
to His most pleasant of tasks. Soon She was again bucking at Her bonds
in ecstasy, and He turned around. Pressing His lips against Hers, He
entered Her, thrusting fast and hard as They brought each other to the
height of gratification. As He collapsed, a sweaty heap on top of Her,
He untied Her. They lay for awhile, the She rolled Him over and
grasped Him. As he became erect again, She straddled Him and took Him
in. Rocking back and forth, Her breasts swung back and forth as She
bent to Kiss him, or He reached up to massage them. He grasped Her
buttocks as He reached His climaz, and She disengaged to assume a new
position. She was on hands and knees now, and He entered Her from
behind, His loins slapping Her buttocks as They thrust together and
apart. With many loud groans, She reached orgasm, and again
disengaged, but now His urgency overtook Him again, and He entered Her
again, His organ rendered so sensitive from the night's work that in
no time He had pumped His last drop of His essence into Her. They laay
together for a long time, kissing, tonguing, nibbling playfully,
giggling...Their sweat mingled in the sheets beneath them, and closer
to the bed's foot, a pool was spreading. As He nibbled on Her ear, She
whispered into His.
I love you.
And I you.
As if it needed to be said. They smiled, kissed some more, and, He
still inside Her, They went to sleep.
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