Britwitch's Cottage

she wets her own lips as she feels him move closer, she can feel the heat radiating from him...along with something far baser

her hand continues to trail up and down his thigh, several times threatening to dip closer to the apex of his legs but never quite making it

the stroking of his hand against her upper arm is making her skin ripple with excitement, wondering how those warm, dextrous fingers might feel against other parts of her body


Oh I will, I promise

she assures him, suddenly spotting how their heads have moved closer

if she leant ever so slightly nearer she could probably kiss him and see if his lips tasted as good as they looked
 
the kiss is sudden but not unwanted, far from it in fact
his lips are even softer than she'd imagined and fit so well against her own

sighing softly into his kisses as he draws her closer, her hand rising to rest upon his shoulder

arching her back slightly to press her generous chest against the expanse of his, the black strapless sundress she'd been wearing doing little to lessen the sensation of her soft flesh pressing against his far firmer torso

her lips and tongue mimic his, she suckles his lower lip into her mouth for a moment, teasing the delicious pillow of flesh with her tongue before releasing it
 
she whines softly as he suddenly seems to end the kiss
but her eyes and smile widen appreciatively as he removes his shirt and then returns to continue what they had started
knowing it will take just a firm tug to bring down her dress and reveal what lies beneath
squirming as his lips tease her neck, one of those spots that never fails to make her unable to sit still, her hips rocking subtly against him as a result
 
another whine as he pulls away, watching through lust filled eyes as he rises to his feet before her
blue eyes widening as she looks up into his face, kissing the thumb that strokes across her mouth and making no show of watching his crotch as he backs away


his words elicit both a wicked smile and an obvious squirm

wordlessly she slips down obediently from the couch onto the tiled floor and, with her hips and behind swaying with every movement, she slowly crawls towards him
 
she waits, patiently, while he rearranges her clothing to his taste

shivering ever so slightly as more and more of her tanned, freckled skin is revealed, shivers that have nothing to do with the temperature

once he steps back she resumes her path towards him, eyes locked on his as she sashays towards him on hands and knees
 
upon reaching him she rises slowly to her feet

causing the loosened dress to slide slowly to the floor, not that it had been covering much at all at that point, given his 'adjustments'

revealing all of her curves to his hungry eyes

smiling, almost shyly, she stands for a moment to let him look as much as he might want

before crossing the distance between them, to press her bared chest to his, and bringing her lips to his mouth
 
the kiss leaves her more than a little breathless, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, arching her back slightly to push their chests more snugly against one another

the unexpected slap to her rear forces a short, sharp yelp from her parted lips, making her eyes widen for a second as she pulls her head back to be able to meet his eyes before she giggles mischievously and wiggling her behind simultaneously
 
she follows his silent direction and moves to kneel obediently on the couch, knees apart and forearms resting on the high back

her hips and legs move slightly to help him remove her underwear, blushing as he removes the last barrier between his eyes and her body

large hands feel warm on her behind as he moves the flesh to his liking, shivering a little as she feels his breath against her and then gasps loudly as she feels the warm, wet sensation of his tongue


Oh, my...
 
soon she finds it hard to stay still for him

the pressure and sensation of his tongue, combined with the massaging explorations of his hands, cause the heat inside her to build rapidly

she lowers her forehead to rest it upon the back of the couch, arching her back to tilt her hips and offer her most intimate of spaces to his ministrations
 
her lips curve into a catlike smile as he expertly leads her body down a familiar path, smiling wider still at the sound of his clothing parting

her hips twitch wantonly, every time she feels the head of his shaft push even slightly closer against her, desperate to guide him inside

wanting, needing, to feel him


Please... she murmurs, needily please, I need you...
 
Damn...

she growls at the slap and the torturous treatment that follows, hissing through clenched teeth as his mouth nips at the sensitive skin of her back

Fuck me she begs please, fuck me, now
 
she barely has time to register his appreciation of her request when she feels him push inside

her mouth parts in a wide 'o' of delighted surprise, eyes widening too as she feels her tightness stretching to accommodate inch after inch of him

that delicious line between pleasure and pain blurring more than once as she takes him again and again

her arms brace against the couch, giving her the ability to push back and meet his thrusts more definitely

her cottage silent but for the crackle of the fire and the slapping of their bodies connecting in the oldest of ways
 
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