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Mari's nest ... Rustic Escape ...

My hands move unhurriedly, my attention rapt following your contours, my eyes lifting at your soft sighs. I feel your body relax and smile pleased that I can rouse such a langorous feeling, one I can identify with after your earlier ministrations.

" ... just relax ... "

I ease you downwards so you are laid upon the sofabed, moving closely to lean over you I continue with the soft caresses ... my fingers now and again grazing along the top of your jean waistband, noting how tightly buckled it is, despite the fact the garment is so closely fitted ...

Time seems to stand still ... as I stroke and press... alternating between finger tips, palms and occasionally the light scoring of nails, noting you reactions all the while ...

Finally, temptation proving too much, I lower myself to press my body against yours my mouth finds yours at the same moment as my hand lowers to cup your groin and feel the heat there...
 
" ... just relax ... "

Your words reach out to me, and it eases the breath from my lungs as I take slow and deep breaths, offering up no resistance as you lower me to my back. My eyes open as I feel my back press to the sofa bed, and I look up at you as you lean over me, your hands continuing the soft caresses.

Soft sighs slip from me at the tough of your fingers tips, but they change back to slow and steady breaths as your palms touch my chest and stomach. Even the light scoring of your nails pulls reactions from me, low moans at the sensation that I have come to enjoy so much these past few years.

The tease of your fingertips along the waist of my jeans though, is what threatens to distract me. That distraction pales in comparison to the sight and feel of you leaning down though. No sooner do I feel your chest press to mine, than I feel your mouth on mine. My arms move around you, but a low and muffled moan rumbles from my chest into our kiss as I feel your hand cupping my groin.

I am long since hard beneath the jeans, from everything we've done to this point, I can feel the warmth of your hand against the hotness of my groin, and it only makes me hold you closer and tighter, kissing you with increasing passion as my mind rolls with what you're doing, and what I want you to do.
 
"Mmmmm.... "

I murmur appreciatively feeling how hot and hard your groin is.
Our bodies are pressed together as the sofa bed supports us; kisses deeper my tongues meeting, tasting, exploring; held so tightly against you our statures so equally matched, senses alive as passion rises.

And yet ... it is not enough .... my hand creeps upwards to move to your belt, easing it free ... fingers finding the zip to draw it downards ... hand seeking beneath the fabric ... uncaring about the dischevelled state of my own clothing ...
 
The tight press of our bodies pushes any and all sense of reason from my mind. One hand slips beneath your shirt, my desperate need to feel even more of your skin against mine causing me to rub and massage your bare back with my strong fingers. My other hand cups the back of your head, massaging and kneading there as well. Our tongues meanwhile, are engaged in a dance all their own, sliding along and rolling over each others as we let ourselves get absorbed in this perfect moment.

Your questing hand is all that keeps me level. I don't move my hips at first, so as not to make your quest any harder. I moan into the kiss as I feel my belt loosened, and another slips from me when I feel the zipper slide down. Yet still your questing hand continues. Only the thin layer of fabric that is my boxers prevents me from feeling your soft and warm hand on my hot and achingly hard erection.
 
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"Mmmmmm ... "

A muffled murmur swallowed by deep kisses as your hand moves along my back, that soothing touch similar to those earlier massages and yet there is another quality about them as our bodies press and mould.

All senses are engaed savouring the taste and touch, exploring and discovering; moving ever onwards as we seek out a more intimate knowledge of the other ...

My hand traces the thin fabric of those boxers, grazing across the surface, stroking, then pressing until fingers trace the as yet unseen outline of that as yet unseen erection ... the outline promises much ... too much to resist for long ... and so fingers working deftly I succeed in skin-to-skin contact ... a soft murmur of appreciation as my hand and your cock finally come into full contact...
 
My mind is lost in the sea off sensations rolling through my body. All that matters just then is you, be it the feel of your back beneath my hand, or your hair between my fingers, your lips and tongue pressed so fully to mine, and of course your clothed, if disheveled body, pressed so close to my half-naked form.

As if these sensations weren't enough, the feel of your teasing fingers, tracing around, stroking over, before finally pressing into my throbbing erection is almost too much to bear. The anticipation that your hand causes as it moves to the waistband of my boxers and finally dips beneath is almost too much to bear. It is all worth it though, when I feel your warm hand slide down the full seven inches of my hard cock. It jumps of it's own volition to meet your touch, even as my hips lift to press myself more fully into you, a stifled and passionate moan slipping from my lips as my arms hold you closer, the hand in your hair holding you the slightest bit more into my embrace.
 
Pressed so closely, our bodies seeming to melt into one as my hand cups part of your rock hard length. My hand savours the contact for long moments before pulling at the boxers and maneourvring the already stretched waistband to ease it downwards and to free your cock ...

Breaking the kiss momentarily both hands lower to scoot that garment over your hips and down your legs. With the small distance between us now I can see the object of my attentions and smile as I admire your rock hard 7 inches.
My eyes return to yours. My rapid breath makes my chest rise and fall. There is a pause: A time for us both to re-evaluate before falling over the edge and loose control once more ...
 
I do the best I can to remain still while you ease my boxers down. I reluctantly let you break the kiss, my hand in your hair dropping to your shoulder as you push my boxer past my hips and down my legs where I finally kick them, along with my jeans off.

We are both gasping for breath from our long and passionate embrace, but my brown gaze finds your eyes all the same. I can already see in my mind all the ways this can play out, yet I find myself flexing my abs and slowly sitting up. My arms remain around you, even as I sit up, and our gaze never breaks.

"Did you still want me to relax my dear?"

I ask, closing the distance between us and kissing you tenderly, briefly before breaking it and whispering against your lips.

"Or did you perhaps...want something else?"

As I speak, my hands move slowly down your back, moving to grip your shirt and slide it slowly upwards as I press a tender kiss to your neck, giving you a chance to protest before taking another step down this path.
 
I watch as you sit up, both pausing to gather our senses perhaps.

"Did you still want me to relax my dear?"

I start to respond as you kiss me once more.

"Or did you perhaps...want something else?"

I offer no objections as your hands move and slowly ease my shirt upwards efficiently freeing me from that garment.

"I wouldn't say this is restful ... "

I murmur with a smile.

"... not that I'm complaining ... "

I add wondering what something else you might have in mind ...
 
I let my breath tickle against your neck for as long as it takes me to slowly, and enjoyable lift your shirt free of your body, pausing only to unhook your bra before pulling both garments up and off. My left hand moves slowly downward, discarding them on top of my jeans and boxers as my right hand lifts to cup your cheek. I smile as I hear your words and see the smile on your lips.

Even though your breasts are now bared for me to see, my gaze hasn't left yours, and I continue to hold that eye contact as I wrap my arms around you once more, and now ease you down to the bed, much like you did to me. In a similar fashion, I move close, letting you feel the full press of my upper body against your side as i lean over you, my left hand now, lifting to cup your cheek and turn your head, turning you to meet my lips as I lean down to kiss you once more.
 
As previously every action you take is slowly sensual. The shirt now shed, you turn your attention to my bra also making easy work of discarding that item.
The touch on my cheek is infinitely tender, the shared smile secures the foundation of our relationship, that friendship shared over many years, upon which every new step taken today has been built.

Your arms are around me and I move unselfconsciously into their embrace the move down onto the bed seems so natural as does the press of you body.
I give a contented sigh as your torso nestles beside mine, our eyes locked once more as lips meet ...

"Mmmmmm.... "

I cannot hold back a purr-like murmur as I lay beside you sharing a deeply sensual kiss, revelling in the skin-on-skin contact and revelling in the combination of relaxation and arousal you seem to coax so effortlessly from me ...
 
A low moan rumbles through me, straight from my core as I feel that purring murmur slip from your lips into our kiss. Once again, my tongue slips past my lips to caress and slide along yours. The hand on your cheek slips from it, trailing teasingly down to your chin, slipping beneath it to brush my fingertips against your throat. Even then it doesn't stop though, it moves downward a bit more before sliding slowly to your shoulder and gliding back across your breastbone to your other shoulder.

I lean slowly towards you, hovering over you the slightest bit more as I press myself against you, letting those teasing fingers shift to the press of my palm on your breastbone. I then repeat that motion, moving first to your shoulder, barely pressing with my palm as it slides back across your form to your other shoulder.

Just when you think that I can't do anything more in that position, I repeat the motion, adding in a soft and sensual massaging motion with my fingers pressing into your smooth flesh with the pads of my fingers as I savor our kiss, the contact, and so much more.
 
The fire crackles, but other than our soft murmurs the room is silent.

Again the kiss intensifies; tongues meeting and exploring whilst your hand moves to press and stroke moving between breastbone and shoulder seeming to follow an invisible path of pressure points.

The heady sensation of the kiss and the undertones of the reaction to your massaging fill me with langorous warmth, a glow which is intensified as your body presses more closely against me sparking an eagerness to deepen our kiss and driving me on to want to explore all the more ...
 
Your responses, so subtle, yet so sublimely perfect, speak volumes to me. I continue to take my time, adding one more sensation, the lightest press of my nails now, sliding along that path that must be so familiar to you. Only then do I finally push farther. My tongue coaxes yours into my mouth, and I close my mouth around it, suckling briefly upon your tongue as my hand slides down. My fingertips return to your skin as I trace a slow and sensual figure eight between and around your breasts.

I release your tongue from between my lips as my hand glides up one of your breasts, tracing circles now, circles that slowly tighten until my fingers tips first tease at your aerola before brushing tenderly over your nipple. My tongue flicks tenderly against yours as my fingers trace teasingly over your nipple before my hand finally descends, palming the soft globe of your breast and offering up a gentle and massaging squeeze, one that is only accentuated by the feel of your nipple pressing against my palm.
 
Sensual and langorous, there seems no room for questioning, anticipating or hastening ... every touch so new and yet somehow so natural...

A gasssp betrays the additional stimulation your nails add to the skilful press of your hands. Perhaps it is that which prompts you to bring about that change ... my tongue in your mouth now ... the brief suction you apply making my body jolt and articulate a groan which is lost in that continued kiss...

Your touch trace and glide, the pathway tantalizing and yet much as I crave greater and greater intimacy, I savour that slow curling path around breasts that continue to sensitise as you draw those mesmerisingly lazy eights.

Sighs leave my lips as your mouth momentarily leaves mine. Circles now are traced round and round, teasingly closing ever closer and closer to the peak until fingers finally find that pert responsive centre drawing a low low moan which is quashed by the press of mouth and flick of tongue even as your hand moves to cup and squeeze: The action of your whole hand subtly stimulating and causing my body to squirm, back arching slightly as my skin feels electric with sensation...
 
Your sighs and moans, be they briefly heard, or stifled and simply felt, tell me everything I need to know, even before I feel you arching your back, pressing your breast more firmly into my palm.

That action causes me to break the kiss, and though I could, I don't capture your lips once more. I remain at that intimately close distance, our eyes locked, gasping for breath with you once more, even as my hand continues it's massage, gripping tighter now with each squeeze, but not enough to mar or blemish your flawless skin.

I feel you squirming beside and slightly beneath me, and it prompts me to gyrate my body to and fro, pressing against your squirming form, letting you feel the turgid heat of my arousal as I continue to play both your body and senses, basking in your reactions as I build you higher with each passing second.
 
The break of the kiss gives me opportunity to take a couple of shuddering breaths, but the intensification of your massaging does nothing to allow me to gather my senses. Your touch becomes firmer, the pressure enough to draw soft gasps as my body undulates in response to every touch.

The sensation of your body moving to press against mine draws a soft groan.
The heat and hardness of you rocking and nudging draws an answering rising of my hips to meet that insistent gyration: Moans synchronising as the dual stimulus of your hands and groin fill me with heat and arousal even as your body partially covers mine ...
 
I smile seductively as I am able to both see and hear your reactions now. Every shuddering breath, soft gasp, and low moan is music to my ears. I witness and feel the transformation of your squirming into a more need-filled undulation. I feel you rocking with me, hear your moans synchronizing perfectly with my squeezing of your breast, and the push of my hips.

My mouth drops to claim yours once more, but only to add to the stimulation, my tongue darting between your lips once more. The difference now though, is my hand. With obvious reluctant, it abandons your heaving breasts, moving now to your stomach, sliding slowly back and forth across it, starting again with fingertips, then moving to the pads of my fingers, then once more to the full press of my palm against your heated flesh, ending finally with massaging fingers once more. With each press of my palm against your stomach, my hand dips a little lower, until my fingers are teasing at the waist of your skirt, and then slipping teasingly beneath it.

Only after that fresh bit of teasing do I break the kiss and whisper heatedly against your lips. "Tell me what you want my dear. Tell me what you need." Even as I speak though, my hips never stop gyrating, but continue to move with our joint lust and need, even as I continue to tease and tantalize with my knowing fingers.
 
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The kiss ... the touch ... then the teasing as your hand moves lower. With aching deliberation the press and trail of your hand and fingers glides and strokes causing my body to shiver in anticipation, an anticipation not yet realised.

"Tell me what you want my dear. Tell me what you need."

Your touch, your hips even your very expression cause my pulses to jolt even as my mind races for a coherent reply.

"I want ... you to stop teasing ... "

I respond lightly meeting your smile with one of my own.
We both know that we've stopped short of giving into our desires. Your question serves as a checkpoint, an assurance that we both know what we're doing should we take this further ...

" ... and ... I don't think I need this skirt anymore ... "

The fabric is an unwelcome barrier between the rock of your hips and the heat between our bodies.

"As to what I do need ... "

I match your teasing tone, my eyes lowering to your groin, sure that every part of your body is as skilled in giving pleasure, but refraining from making that need explicit ...
 
Our bodies are pressed so close together, that I can feel the shiver of anticipation as it runs through your body. Despite the desires that are boiling my blood, I am almost not ready for your words, almost. Thankfully though, when I hear them, my body knows what to do.

"As you wish my dear." I whisper against your lips before claiming them in a kiss once more. Sadly, the kiss is a brief one, and I push myself into a sitting position, before shifting to sit beside your legs. My brown gaze never finds yours as my hands move to gently grip the waistband of both your skirt and panties. The hand that so briefly dipped beneath the waistband of your skirt moves now to pull it, as well as your panties down and off. I discard them atop the pile we've created and move my hands to your feet. I part them just far enough to make room for myself before letting my fingers press into the soft flesh as they slide from your feet to your calves, past your knee, and finally dipping inward to caress your inner thighs.

My gaze still holds yours as I lower my head between your parted thighs, still massaging and kneading at the soft flesh. The heady scent of your arousal greets me as I near your moist sex. At the exact moment that I break eye contact with you, My fingers spread your pussy lips, and my tongue slips from between my lips to press against your opening, circling it slowly before sliding up the full length of your slit and flicking against your clit. Only then do I truly follow your words, putting an end to the teasing by closing my mouth around that sensitive nub, suckling upon it as I wrap my arms around your thighs to hold you in place for my knowing assault.
 
"As you wish my dear."

Eyes widen as there briefest kiss acts as introduction to your inevitable actions.
Eyes locked with yours as you move position, hands moving to deftly remove skirt and then panties ... my body shivering vulnerable and expectant at such exposure.
I take a steadying breath as your hands ease my feet apart, the press of fingers playing along my legs once more to stroke and press as if tuning an instrument in advance of the main opus ...

My breath is rapid by the time your head lowers, eyes locked with yours watching your every move until your focus steers to one sole target eliciting a sharp gasp as fingers move to open me up fully to that questing tongue, the trail of which makes my body squirm at the exquisite sensitivity until that final suckling makes my hips buck even as I cry out in response to that skiflful suction. And yet as if to intensify those sensations I find myself held securely and at the mercy of that sweet assault.
All I can do is moan and gasp at such a merciless attack from which there is no escape and thus only one form of release...
 
The gasp that comes with spreading you so, opening you fully to my ministrations is true music to my ears. I can't resist the urge to let my eyes flit away from your pussy, even if it is for but a moment so I can watch your breasts heave with each rapid breath you take.

My eyes move back to your moist sex as I continue to suckle at your clit, moving my tongue to slowly move over and circle that sensitive but helpless nub. My head dips forward and back as I suck upon your sensitive sex, and I am ever-aware of your hips bucking against my hold. It is that bucking motion that pushes me to go a little further. I suckle the slightest bit harder upon your clit, flicking it with my tongue just a little more force before circling it just a little bit faster. I take every one of my cues from your body, slowly increasing both the speed and pressure of my knowing ministrations, all with a single goal in mind, your orgasm.
 
On and on .... I am helpless to that sweet assault ... the restrained bucking of my hips seems to encourage rather than discourage. It is as you are aware of every sensitivity, every nuance of reaction and exploit that to direct a merciless intensification of your mouth's minstrations ...

My breath becomes ragged, the whimpers a continual punctuation as you drive my body higher and higher levels of arousal ...

"Ohh... ohmygod .... uhnnn.... "

My words are intelligible pleas for pause, for a cessation of that endless stimulation ...

But this is not the form of release you will grant.
I lose my tenuous hold on control as a cry accompanied by a visible jolt of the body as it tenses then spasms to crash in heady release, my body shuddering with the intensity of a mindless orgasm drawn from me by such determined skilful attention.
 
Your words tell me of your pleasure, and the release that is to follow, as if I didn't know of it already. My arms continue to hold you helpless before the deliberate and merciless assault of my tongue, the struggle between us only adding to the intensity of the moment.

The realization of your orgasm makes me feel elation beyond description. The tensing of your body comes moments before the spasms tell of my success. Despite that success though, I don't let up. I redouble my efforts, wanting now to prolong and strengthen your orgasm with the same merciless assault that brought it on. My tongue continues to rapidly circle your flit, alternating that motion with almost vicious flicks of that hypersensitive nub

Only when I see and feel you start to come down from that tumultuous high do I finally let up, releasing your clit from my mouth and pressing a soft kiss to both sides of your swollen sex, almost as if to apologize for the ordeal I've put it through. I then proceed to crawl forward once more, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake from your clit to your stomach, stopping briefly to circle your naval before proceeding upwards between your breasts, to your throat, your chin, and finally your lips.

I cover your body with mine once more, sighing softly at the feel of your breasts, and their hard nipples against my chest and the feeling of my cock nestled between us as I kiss you softly, a gentle promise of more, if and when you are ready for it.
 
The surfeit of pleasure is truly mind blowing. All through that uncontrolled release neither your grip, nor the sweet assault of your mouth slow. By the time you finally ease that stimulation my body is reduced to a molten quivering wreck.
A soft groan is the only response you draw from those apologetic kisses. The ragged drawing of breath seems to be the only action I am capable of as you ease up my body, the skin so sensitised that every touch of your mouth draws a soft whimper until finally your mouth is on mine once more to share a deeply leisurely kiss.

The warmth of your body covering mine acts as an anchor enabling me finally to blink and struggle towards the first gathering of coherent thought. My wide blue eyes meet yours, their expression incredulous and teasingly accusing at the single minded way you drew such an explosion from my body ...

Beneath you my body is hot and pliant, the swollen sensitivity of breasts contrasting with that molten centre which flutters and throbs in the aftermath of such pleasure.

"I need you inside me ... "

The breathless whisper could almost be missed, but my eyes lock on yours the need to be penetrated by the cock I feel stirring between us evident ...

" ... now ... "

The soft word adds an unexpected urgency to my plea ...
 
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