Last
Night
Copyright © by the author by Gracie Passette,
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Published at Tit-Elation.com
Her first time with her married lover
I'd had thoughts of him all day...
Steamy, hot, sexy thoughts, the kind reserved for lovers only. We
had yet to consummate our fantasies of each other, but our conversations
were so intimate, my thoughts were almost memories to savor.
I did my best to keep busy, but by the end of the day I still had
that ache. So I poured myself a glass of wine and headed upstairs
for a long soak in the tub. At first I was comforted by the warm water.
I shut my eyes, rested my head at one end of the tub, and sighed...
But before long, the indulgent bath only increased my fantasies of
our wet skins sticking together, the wine heightening my arousal,
until my nipples jetted up above the water line.
So I opened my eyes, sat up, and began to shave my legs. The razor
followed the length of my leg, and I imagined his hands there instead...
I reached for my towel, and began to gently dry myself, imagining
how his strong hands would feel against my skin, how his long fingers
would look as they traced patterns on my white skin... I began to
apply my CoCo Channel body lotion, working it into my skin, my shoulders,
my breasts, down my stomach to my legs, still envisioning his hands,
his touch.
Naked, I lifted the bottle of wine, poured the last glass, and carried
the glass to my bedroom. I set the wine on the night stand, lifted
a book, and intended to read. However, the cool, crisp sheets felt
like heaven against my freshly shaved legs. My flesh tingled. Touch
was exhilarating, and I began to indulge myself, running my hands
along my own skin, enjoying both the feeling of being stroked as well
as how my warm, soft skin felt to my own hands. As my body heat rose,
the smell of CoCo began to float in the air...
But it was not enough.
I wanted to feel him. His weight as he lay upon me, his lips as he
kissed me, the scent of his flesh, and oh God, yes, how his hard cock
would fill me...
I really ought not to call. It was late, he would have explaining
to do... it was forbidden for many reasons, yet I knew there would
be no rest for me until I at least tried to contact him..
.
My thigh slid across the other as I rolled to reach the phone, my
natural lubricant at work, a slight scent of sexy musk mixing with
my fragranced lotion. The phone rang once, twice, and then a soft,
husky 'hello?' The sound of his voice made me pause, as I acknowledged
not only a bit of surprise that I had reached him, but that my body
responded with the locking of my hips, and an arch in my back... I
slid my leg against the other... He repeated his hello, a bit more
annoyed, and I quickly said 'Are you alone?'
I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he said he was. Hearing
his desire for me, my own desire moved me to stoke my wetness... and
lift my fingers to my lips for a taste... 'What are the chances you
can meet me... right now, in my bed?' I asked. '200%' he said, 'give
me 15 minutes.' 'Let yourself in, the door is unlocked' were the last
words spoken before we hung up.
Surprisingly, those 15 minutes went by quickly. I just shut my eyes,
and continued to enjoy the easy slip between my legs... The bedroom
door opened, and there he was. He looked a mix of lust and surprise,
his cheeks a bit flushed, as if seeing me naked in bed was a hope
he had dared not to have. I raised my eye brows and said 'Strip.'
He did, and joined me on the bed. Pulling the covers down, exposing
my body, he reached for a breast. The look on his face as he held
the warm, moist weight of it in his hand melted me completely. 'Oh
the things I plan to do' he began, in a wistful, yet threatening way,
his thumb and index finger now rolling my nipple. 'We don't have much
time-' I began, but in one quick move, he slid his hand up to my head
as he lowered himself to me, and kissed me, silencing those pesky
thoughts of time.
The kiss was not gentle or sweet. It was rough, passionate, and it
stated who was in control. I moaned, deep in my throat, as this kiss
made me ache, even more. I pulled him on top of me, delighting in
the feel of his body fully pressed with mine. But still, it was not
enough.
I spread my legs, and with one hand on his shaft, the other on his
ass, I guided him in.
As he penetrated me, the kiss broke. I arched back, eyes closed, mouth
softly open. I heard him groan. A low, deep sound that signifies a
pain released. Time stood still for that moment, until I relaxed my
hips, and he began to thrust. A long, slow, pull out, a brief pause,
and long, slow, push in, my hips rising to meet him. I watched his
face, as he watched mine. Again, a long, slow, pull out, a brief pause,
and then, a hard, fast thrust. We were off, rocking with abandon.
No soft tender love-making, but full-throttle, hip grinding, deep-as-you-can-go
fucking.
I began to feel my body tighten, my breath became ragged, not just
from exertion, but signs that I was close... He paused suddenly, cupping
my face in his hands, and kissed me. My hips, they protested the stop,
lifting up, trying to get him to continue. He pulled away from the
kiss, softly laughed, & in a sex-rich voice said 'we aren't in
that much of a hurry are we?'
I laughed back, pushed at his shoulder playfully, then kissed him
again. Melting into his mouth, and allowing my hands to trail up &
down his back, feeling his sides, his spine, his neck, his sweaty
hair... I grabbed his hand, took his index finger, and first ran my
tongue along it, feeling the resulting jump of his cock inside my
wet pussy. Then I took that finger into my mouth, still using my tongue
in small swirls on it; he sighed, then gave me one hard thrust to
get my attention. He locked his eyes with mine, pulled his finger
from my mouth, and went down to my breast. His tongue encircled my
erect nipple, and then he sucked it, hard, causing both of our hips
to unite again in first one hard grind, then another, and another...
I began to tremble, my legs first, then my stomach. He moaned 'yes'
from the side of my neck, and bit my ear lobe, I was gone... The same
soft, swirls sensations that I imagine my tongue created on his index
finger are now in my head, my soul, as I release. He is not long after
me, my climax bringing him to his own -- with one last sharp thrust,
he pulls himself even closer to me, using my hair as leverage, exhaling
in my ear.
Our two, sweaty, sticky bodies lay side by side, but not touching,
save for his hand loosely on my hip. We rest, eyes closed, but awake.
Our breathing returns to normal. I hear a low chuckle, so I turn to
look at him. He wiggles his brows, I look further down his torso,
and find his wet, sticky cock is ready again... Hard, erect, lovely.
My eyes travel slowly back up to his face, a soft one-sided smile
upon my lips...
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