Asphixiation/Breath Control

[lovingfingers]

I cannot help but watch as you lift the sheet and climb onto the table. For a moment, you are on all fours, the pink folds of your sex clearly visible to me, and I take a half step towards you, aching with want. But then you lie face down and pull the sheet over you, telling me you are ready.

Ready? I want to give you so much and take so much. Are you really ready?

I take a deep breath and focus. I move to the foot of the table and lift the sheet, exposing your feet. I take the bottle of massage oil and squirt a bit in the palm of my hand, then begin to rub it over your left foot. My strokes are firm, as I ask, "ticklish?"

I begin to work your foot, feeling out the tense spots, noting the spots where you shift or moan when I rub them. I rub each of your toes, and the ball of your foot, rubbing up and down the sides repeatedly, flexing them. I watch your entire body begin to relax as I do.

When done, I simply move to the other. Same anatomy, different tension points. People are remarkably asymmetric, but I work slowly, and can feel you respond and your relaxation deepen.

Then I move up your calf, and begin to work major muscles, oiling your skin, working deeper, slower. I keep at the place between pain and pleasure, always watching you, feeling you. Your other calf is treated just as well and you relax further. Calves are safe.

I pull the sheet up to just below your derriere. I part your legs a little and begin to work the back of your leg. I can feel my own heat begin to rise again. My hands run between your legs, rubbing your inner thigh and hamstrings. We both know my fingers are inches from your delicate cleft. I move carefully, closer, my nose picking up the subtle, but unmistakeable scent of your arousal.

 

[lovingfingers]

I inhale deeply and my hands stop for a brief moment. I take the bottle of massage oil and position it over your other leg. I give it a brief squeeze and a shot of oil splashes on you from leg to the sheet covering your cheeks. "Oops," I chuckle, "got a little excited there."

That doesn't begin to describe how I feel. My cock is achingly hard in my pants. A thin sheen of sweat covers my skin. I focus my attention on the back of your leg, working the large muscles, from your knee up. As I move to your inner thigh, I feel your legs part a little more, and am afforded a clearly view of your sex.

I stop and move the sheet, and groan as I see your derriere and upper back come into view. I drip oil on your more carefully, and bring my hands to your cheeks. I dig into your flesh, massaging your gluts and the muscles of your hips. I know my manipulations are causing more sensitive parts to move as well. I so want to take you, right here and now.

After more time than was really necessary, I move down the slope to your lower back. Some tension there, which I work out slowly. I oil the rest of your back and continue to rub, channeling my desire into my hands. I want you! As I stroke your sides, I can feel the edges of your breast bulging beneath you. I move to your shoulders proper, easing those strong muscles, and their attachments to your neck. I oil and rub the back of your neck and the heat in the room rises. My fingers massage the sides of your throat, and the slide around it completely. I hear you start to pant as my fingers meet in front of your throat and my thumbs rub the back. I am just holding and rubbing, not constricting, but the tension between us is electric.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Ticklish? Extremely, especially on my feet. But your touch is firm and elicits nothing but a a deep yearning to be handled by you. Every inch of my body is screaming Me next please! as your hands find every hot spot. I fight the urge to moan out loud, bite the inside of my lip, grip the edge of the table with my fingers.

As my tense muscles respond to your therapeutic touch, I feel more aroused. I am aware of the blood coursing though my body, engorging my clit, my nipples, while your hands work the tension out of my legs. By the time you move from my calves to my thighs, I am almost in a trance, the music, candle light, scent of the oil all mixing with the blatant eroticism of your hands gliding over me.

When you pause, take your hands off me, I feel my hips push lightly against the firm surface of the massage table, searching for the source of heat that has been temporarily removed. The feel of the warmed slick oil running between my thighs is too much, and I moan softly, in spite of my efforts at silence. A little excited? Yeah, me too, I think in response to your oops. If this is just a little excited, I am almost fearful of what more could bring.

The sheet tickles as you move it slowly up, exposing the curve of my ass, then rests against the skin of my upper back as your hands kneed the big muscles in my hips. Then you move up, to my low back, giving an almost pulling sensation deep inside me when the heels of your hands dig deeper, slowly causing the muscle fibers to relax and respond to your touch. My spine feels like it is guiding your hands up, I writhe slightly as you get to the center of my back. Your fingers graze the sides of my breasts, the soft tissue in complete contrast to the firmness of your touch, giving in as you move past them to get to my shoulders. I feel like all of the tension has left my body, wonder if I will even be able to roll over, stand unassisted.

I didn't notice your hands on my neck until I felt your fingers meet at the front of my throat. Something in my head tried to sound the alarm, but my body was not hearing it. Your thumbs, still firmly but gently planted on either side of my spine, rubbing in slow circles, the pads pressed against the place I carry all of my tension most days, removed any tension I could have mustered. The sensation of your fingers meeting over my throat, gliding softly over this most sensitive place, puts me on alert, but not for fear. Well, maybe a little fear. But the intoxicating rush makes the fear bearable, almost welcome. Without it, there would be no tension. And the tension is so much a part of what I want to experience with you.

 

[lovingfingers]

Massaging your throat, I silently curse still being dressed. I am only barely have done with the massage, but want so badly. As I have moved away from your pussy, you have relaxed considerably. Even as my fingers encircle your throat, you seem relaxed.

I lean over your back, as my hands tighten around your throat. I am rewarded by feeling your body suddenly tense and your breath shorten. I hold your throat like that for thirty seconds, then tighten a little more, whispering in your ear, "Don't get too relaxed Beautiful. Before too long, I am going to take you hard and leave you breathless."

I release my grip on you, continuing, "time to roll over Sexy."

You turn on your side and look at me. I unbutton my shirt and slip it off. With a big sigh of relief, I undo my pants and let them fall. Stepping out of them, my hard cock bobs. I watch your eyes take it all in. I bend over and lean on the table, kissing you, "on your back Beautiful."

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Your hands on my body, moving up my back, relax me completely. I am vaguely aware of your breathing, slow and steady, moving seemingly in rhythm to your hands moving on my flesh. I can feel my arousal, subdued yet very much present when your hands meet at my neck. In my relaxed state, I've let the reason for our meeting almost slip my mind, then...

I feel you hands, now encircling my neck, tighten ever so slightly, just enough to bring me back, remind me where I am, who I am with, what we have discussed. I am mortified by my panic, but there's nothing I can do to control it. My breathing is not at all obstructed by your grip, but the possibility that I have gotten in too deep plays in the forefront of my mind. I inhale slowly, deeply, relax my clenched toes. The pressure of your hands is light but steady, and the panic begins to subside; Not disappear, but it's controlled now. When your grip tightens, I feel you bend over me, your lips at my ear, whispering. Breathless...sounds good.

Then, your grip loosens, and there's just the soft pressure of your hands on the back of my neck. I hesitate just a moment before following your instructions to roll over. I'm trembling on the inside, faintly, but it's making it hard to coordinate the necessary moves to execute the turn. I pause when I'm up on my side, facing you. Can you see the apprehension in my eyes? I feel very vulnerable, exposed, and yes, a little scared.

When you reach for the buttons on your shirt, I feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter, the apprehension is still there, but anticipation begins to nudge that out of my mind. At first I'm simply watching your fingers work the buttons, revealing your body to me. Somehow, this barrier being removed makes me feel less anxious. When the shirt falls to the floor I take in your firm physique, fight the urge to reach out and touch. Instead, I drink you in with my eyes, watch your hands move down to your pants and slowly unzip, let them fall. And you are now exposed to me, your hardness a very visible sign of your arousal. I drink in this sight, let my eyes get their fill, before you are over me, kissing me. I'm starting to feel relaxed, but then, your admonition to not do that plays in my head.

I look you over one more time, smile approvingly before I roll the rest of the way over, Now that we're both uncovered, I don't think there's any danger of me becoming too relaxed.

"I'm ready," I hear my voice, but it doesn't sound like me. It sounds too steady, too calm.

 

[lovingfingers]

Watching you roll over, I suck in my breath at seeing you frontally naked for the first time. I have to take a breath to keep focussed, for I have the overwhelming impulse to take you now.

I walk to your feet, drip some oil on them, and begin to rub the top of your feet. It is quicker, as I have already worked them. I comment casually, "so calm. One would think you had strange men encircle your throat every day."

I grin at your reply and move up your shins, working your calves as I work them. As I massage your thighs, the urgency within me rises. You do not help but rotating your feet outward and parting your thighs a bit, giving me an unobstructed view of your wet sex. My mouth starts to water. You look so delicious. As I finish your thighs, I place my hands on top of your hips, my thumbs dipping down between your legs. I massage the area immediately around your pussy. I can see your sensitive lips shift as my thumbs move up and down. I place the heel of my hand on your pubic hair, press and rotate.

My breath is a bit labors as I release you and squirt some oil on your belly. I rub your abs and sides gently. No need for a deep massage here. I groan a bit as I squirt some oil onto your breasts and shoulders. My hands move over your soft pillows gently, and massage your shoulder more firmly. I press your breasts together and flick your nipples slowly. So hard, beautiful...

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"So calm. One would think you had strange men encircle your throat every day."

I'm silently pleased my voice doesn't belie my very present sense of fear.

"Perhaps your touch is overriding my sensibilities," I manage to respond, still with that strong, steady voice I am starting to feel comfortable using.

I'm still shaking inside, and I'm surprised I'm able to be still while your hands work their way up my legs. When I feel your hands at my knees, I let them gently force my thighs to part, not completely, just enough to allow you to see what your touch is doing to me. Your hands, now so incredibly close, covered in the warm oil, feel like nothing I've ever felt before, not ever having been massaged in such a personal way. I think we've all imagined a truly sensual massage, but now I'm getting to feel what I've only dreamed about before. The heel of your hand, pressing against me, causes me to moan, I can't keep it in. It's impossible for me to keep the feelings that are beginning to boil over to myself.

When I feel that pressure lift, I want to arch my back, follow the warmth of your hands, draw them back to my core. The stream of warm oil landing on my belly is such a tease. My nipples, already hard and aching to be touched, react to your touch as if they've never been touched before. I feel the warmth, spreading down my spine, to my mons, deep inside me, almost climaxing from the stimulation to the hard brown flesh you are teasing with your fingers.

 

[lovingfingers]

I had had vague thoughts as to how I thought this evening might go, but any sense of planning is gone after my fingers touch your nipples, so beautiful and hard. "Oh my god Beth, you feel incredble," I breath. My thumbs, at the base of your breast, press between them, sinking into your cleavage, and my cock throbs at the suggestion of fucking you there.

I swing one leg up, over your leg, onto the table between your legs. With a moan, I release your breasts and plant my hands to either side of your shoulders. I swing my other leg up, until I am in table position above you. I start to move my knees back on the table, my hips, and my cock, lowering down. Supporting my upper body with my knuckles, I move my palms until they are flanking your throat, my fingers sliding beneath, my thumbs reaching around overtop.

I groan as my balls hit the table and the head of my cock lays up against your wetness. I rotate my hips and my cock presses forward, an inch, opening you, entering you. My hands close on your throat, as I whisper urgently, "Beth, last chance, do you really want this?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Incredible, yes, that word certainly fits. The whole moment is that, and more. Incredible, terrifying, intensely erotic. Fear, still very much part of the mix, begins to creep up again, this time causing me to gasp when I realize your hands are again encircling my neck.

Then I feel the head of your cock, hard against my slit. The wetness that you've already created allows you to slip inside, teasing, distracting me. It's an involuntary move that forces my hips up, as much as they will go, with your weight on top of me. That unexpected sensation correlates with the pressure on my neck, around my throat, reminds me why we have come together, what we are both expecting. But I didn't expect the terror to drive my desire the way it is. Even as my mind relaxes at your voice, your hands tighten their grip, and I catch on the words last chance.

Last chances are usually just that; and I am not willing to walk away from this without knowing, finding what I came to discover, experience. I came here to push the limits, see just how far my body would go before protesting, giving in, allowing the chance to slip by. The giddiness I feel over pushing that envelope, going further than anyone would suspect I would ever go, speaks up.

"I want this more than I have ever wanted anything," I whisper, afraid if I allow tone into my voice, it will crack and give away my apprehension.

 

[lovingfingers]

The word "anything" is barely out of your mouth, and I cannot hold myself back any more. I thrust my hips forward and feel my cock sink into you, pressing open the rings of tight muscle. I close my eyes for a second and groan. My hips back a couple inches and then thrust again, this time driving myself all the way into you, the head of my cock pressing against your cervex. I shudder and my eyes open again, "Beth...."

I see and feel that my hands have tightened around your throat in that first rush of excitement. I clench my teeth. I have to remain in control to some degree. I was glad I had set my hands as I did. No matter what my excitement, my weight would never be directly on your throat. I can see so many things in your eyes, emotions and sensations playing over them. I begin to rock my hips back and forth, my cock forcefully pumping in and out of you. I can the head moving over each ring of taut muscle, and I know you are highly excited, not far from orgasm.

I am not far myself, the feel of you exquisite. I focus on your throat, closing my hands another quarter inch, watching your reaction. I press another quarter, and another, and feel your body shake and convulse, your arms rising and then falling. Your mouth is slack and your breathing labored. I pause as I fuck you harder, the force of my thrusts traveling through your body. I feel them in my hands.

I tighten my grip, and fight cumming. I am waiting, for what I am not sure. Will you cum? Will your survival instinct take over and fight. "Be.th..th," I gasp.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Last chance is still echoing as I feel you enter me fully, completely, your body hard against me, inside me. The sensation of fullness is magnified by my sense of growing fear. With every little increase in pressure on my neck, I weigh my options; speak up now, or maybe not ever again. Every thrust of your hips takes me closer to the edge, enhanced by the sensation of increasing hypoxia. Will this be the one that takes me over that edge? I can't resist the pleas from my body, oh, just one more! every time you enter me. My vision begins to cloud, I can see your face, make out the shadows your body casts on the wall behind you in the flickering candle light. Or is it my sense of sight that's flickering? It's getting harder and harder to separate the sensations.

Then, I feel it. It starts, low in my belly, deep inside, the fluttering of a thousand butterflies against my womb. Then crashing through, escaping, pounding my nerves with the frantic attempts at escape. From what? From the dark, into the light, where I sense you are. Seconds? Minutes? I've lost my ability to track time, and the desire to do so. All I want is to feel this rush, ride the waves that crash all around me, breathe....oh, god, I want to breathe...but I'm not sure I can. Too far? I blink but the darkness is still there when I open my eyes. I reach up, or try to, but find my limbs are numb, airy, beginning to feel heavy. Nothing feels like it should,everything feels like a dream. I hear my name, but it sounds a million miles away.

 

[lovingfingers]

I am on the edge when I feel the muscles in your pussy relax, pulsing gently. Your eyes are looking directly at me, but unfocussed. Your limbs are lying slack. Have I gone too far?

I release your throat completely, lowering myself down to my elbows, bringing my face closer to yours, listening. Immediately, I hear ragged, deep breathes, punctuated by a hard cough. I hold you as you take your breath back and watch your eyes come back into focus.

After a few minutes, I bend down to kiss you, whispering, "Welcome back Beautiful! How was your flight?" I keep it light, despite my own feeling. My cock is still buried deep in you, hard and insistant. I shouldn't have fought cumming so long. But a bigger part of me is immensely satisfied, and sated, for now.

I shift and feel my cock slide an inch. I groan softly at how good you feel.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The cool rush of air, oh, god, sweet air, even as I cough, I am rewarded by oxygen coursing through my arteries, rejuvenating my numbed limbs, helping me focus again. The exhilaration I feel could be attributed to the hypoxia fading, but I know there is much more behind the sensation. I did it! I went out on a limb and lived to tell the story.

How was my flight? There are no words to describe what I feel. I'm still panting, gulping in the cool air that fills my lungs, makes me want to scream. I've never felt as alive as I do right now. Somewhere between that moment of panic and surrender I experienced the most amazing orgasm of my life. I'm still reveling in the post climax bliss, I know, but this, well, this is completely different. My entire body is in on the experience. When I felt that first throb, that lightning hot jolt of sheer pleasure touch off between my lips, I knew this was going to be like nothing I had ever experienced. I just had no idea how much different it was going to be.

"Oh, god, Sean," I finally have the ability to make coherent sounds. I've never felt anything like that before."

My body begins to feel its own weight again, I can control my limbs, I can put my hands on you. I realize you are still inside me, hard, unspent. When I hear you groan softly as you move your hips tentatively against me, I push back, squeeze your shaft with my still quivering wet walls, and look into your eyes.

"Come on, I want to see you satisfied, too," I whisper as I wrap my still heavy legs around your hips and pull you closer to me.

 

[lovingfingers]

My cock sinks back into you as you pull me against you. I hold myself there for a minute, just grinding slowly against you, whispering back, "That was the most intense sex I have ever had. You are amazing."

As the words leave my mouth, the whole experience replays in my mind. My hips begin to rock and I gasp as I feel my cock moving in and out of you. My body moves against yours, skin against skin. My cock swells with renewed excitement, and I know I will not be able to hold back. I also know what I want most.

I raise myself up again, my hands on the bed, flanking your throat. My thrust become a bit harder and deeper. "Beth," I ask quietly, "may I hold your throat again, lightly?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Intense, amazing, it's good to hear your words that echo my thoughts, almost as good as it is to feel your body responding to me. My thighs feel less shaky now, I can wrap them around your hips and pull you into me with every thrust, savor the sensation of your weight against my belly, causing my chest to push harder against you when I inhale. My nipples are so hard I can feel them digging into your skin, refusing to flatten.

When you speak again, Beth, may I...? the sound of your voice is soft, but the words are clear. I'm still coming down from the first time, the giddy sensation hasn't left me. Again? Why would I say no?

I place my hands on your shoulders, let them find their way to the place on your arms, grip lightly above your elbows, let the pressure of my hands warm my palms against your skin. Your face is close, your eyes almost pleading. I can feel the anticipation beginning to mix with the apprehension, the combination unique, nothing like I've known before tonight.

One more time, to feel the disconnect, the moment of darkness that lets the coming light shine brighter, hotter, so intense it's beyond description, definition...it simply is.

"Yes," I reply, knowing any other words are merely going to delay what my body has already affirmed.

 

[lovingfingers]

You say "yes," and my body feels like a racehorse bolting from the open starting gate. On some level, I know I said "gently," but somehow it feels as though you have given me permission to do anything my heart desires.

My breath comes out as a shuddered moan as my hands slide around your throat as before and close tightly. I feel your pulse beneath my right thumb and see your mouth gape open and your eyes widen. I am holding you by the throat, as my hips pick up speed and force. Your body starts to writhe as my hips pound you and my hands tighten further. An animal instinct rises in me that will not be denied.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

My pulse, already rapid, quickens further as you increase the pressure on my neck. Your body tenses above mine, then your weight comes down on me, the cycle repeating, less time between thrusts as my body matches your pace. That moment when fight or flight kicks in, my adrenaline coursing through every vessel in my body, I panic, again. This time the pressure you apply feels heavier, and your hips move against me with determination, fueling the passion that is already burning me on the inside. The last molecules of oxygen my body wrings from my empty lungs gives me that one last burst of energy. My rational brain is starving, but unable to send the signal that it's temporary. I can feel the muscles in your arms flexing as my fingers dig deeper into the flesh, I want to pull you into me, feel you refresh all that is empty.

Then, I'm lost, again, the physical sensations overtake me and I am no longer in control of anything. Fading, into you, because of you, with you? I want to be with you when you climax, to see the look on your face when that release takes you, but the light has faded to grey.

 

[lovingfingers]

I feel your fingers press hard against my skin, as though you would penetrate me as my cock penetrates you. Your eyes, losing focus, acquire a limpid clearness, as your mouth parts and your face turns a shade of red. You are truly open to me, vulnerable, yet overpoweringly attractive, like a magnet drawing iron.

My mouth parts and an animal howl rises from deep inside me as my cock throbs and bursts, my climax roars through me. I feel as though my entire body is pumping into you, wanting to fill you with semen, blood, my essence. It rolls on and on, my cock buried deep, my hands holding your throat tight.

And then I release you, my hands parting, my torse lowering to yours. Our faces are inches apart, and we share breath as you gasp great gulps of air. I feel your breasts rise and fall against my chest. My cock, still hypersensitive and dripping, rides your body's movements. I see your eyes come back into focus and look into mine. "Oh my god Beth," is all I can manage.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I feel the heaviness in my chest, hot, suffocating, then suddenly cool and almost harsh as I cough. My limbs have gone heavy and numb, and that first deep breath makes them tingle almost painfully as the oxygen courses through me. A few more gulps and the light from the candles starts to register, illuminate the room again. As my senses begin to return, awareness of you, so close, starts to come into focus. I can see your satisfied smile mirroring my own in the reflection of your eyes, feel your warm breath so close to my face.

I hear you sigh, Oh, my god Beth, and feel the urge to wrap my arms around you, hold you close. Something about hearing my name from your lips makes me want to stay right here, embed the memory of this moment in my head to savor over and over again. The ethereal, dreamy feeling of weightlessness that you invoked with your hands, is beyond anything I've ever felt, and I know I'm already addicted, after just one session on your table.

My fingers and toes tingle, and I feel the ability to move creep back into my limbs. I rest my hands on your shoulders, pull my knees up and brush your calves with my toes. I love the way your skin feels against my skin, warm and vital. Every connection; my nipples against your chest, your hips against mine, your cock still inside me, where I'm warm and wet from you, feels like a thousand times more. More real, more intense, more satisfying than anything else.

 

[lovingfingers]

We both seem to be slowly floating back to Earth. I really do not want to move. The last couple hours have made me feel joined to you on multiple levels, some of which I don't even know. You have embodied a powerful fantasy in way more intensely than I could have imagined. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you.

If we had been on a bed, we could have rolled into a comfortable position, but we are on my narrow massage table. If I shift too far either way, we both likely fall off. I ponder this.

Only one way off and I smile at the opportunity. I shift back a few inches, my cock sliding part way out of you, my lips falling on your throat. I give you soft kisses back and forth over that abused skin and flesh. I shift further down, my cock finally sliding out of you completely, as I kiss your collarbones and shoulders.

I am sure you know where I am heading, and I wonder, "Will it be welcome? Does you want my body when I am not throttling you?"

"I need further research on your sensitivities, Beautiful," I offer as an excuse. I want to know what you taste like, inside and out.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Our roleplay is what brought us together tonight, but I'm feeling much more than I had anticipated. Sure, I expected a spark, and I'm far from disappointed. Anonymity keeps things distant, and while my fantasies about you have been dark, steamy, and decadent, they are nothing compared to reality. That distance evaporated the moment I saw you in the coffee shop today, and now I feel impossibly close to you, someone I've really only just met.

I feel your body lift, the pressure on my chest, belly gone, and immediately, I feel empty. This narrow table isn't really the best place for a post coital snuggle, though. I expect you to roll off me, but instead, you start kissing my neck, where your hands just moments before were strong and forceful. The contrast between the two sensations is vast; one was rough, edgy, and dark, the other is soft, gentle, and warm. Your lips find the places your fingers had trod, and kiss away the ache. Further down my neck, tracing the line of my collarbone, one side, then the other, your mouth momentarily soothes the heat that your body stirs in the rest of me. Promises of what is to come glide over my skin, reach into me, promises of something I want more than you could possibly know.

Further research? I smile at the euphemism. If you want to call it research, I'm not going to argue. As long as it involves you touching me, I'm a willing subject for your studies. Your kisses down my chest hint at the path they want to take, and my body responds eagerly, encouraging you to continue. I arch my back and run my hands though your hair, not really pushing, but leading you lower down my chest.

"Mmm, Sean," I whisper, not wanting to distract you from your course, but feeling a need to tell you what I feel. "I've never felt more alive than I do right this minute."

And that is completely true. Every cell in my body is awake, alert, involved in this incredibly sensual dance with you.

 

[lovingfingers]

My lips are kissing gently at the top of your breasts when I hear you whisper. I grin and kiss your right breast, sucking the skin gently. I release you long enough to whisper back, "then there is not another minute I would rather taste you for the first time."

I return to kissing your breast, my lips sinking into the pillowy flesh. My tongue snakes out periodically to taste you, your skin, your sweat, massage oil, and exciting my taste buds. I feel your hands in my hair, urging me gently. I make sure to move slowly, teasing you.

I bring my hands to the side of your boobs and press them together. I groan as I press my face into your cleavage, running my tongue up and down. My cock throbs as I do this, indulging myself in one of my fetishes. My tongue circles one of your nipples and I hear your throaty response. I move slow and softly, relishing its hardness. I trace my tongue to the peak of your other mound, lavishing your nipple with kisses and licks. Sooo perfect....

I feel your hands in my hair again, and your hips rocking gently against my abs. I smile as I release your tits and begin to slide down again. Your belly rises and falls quickly as I kiss over it. Eager or ticklish or both?

The scent of your sex is stronger as I kiss your well trimmed hair, rubbing my nose against you, inhaling deeply. Your legs have spread wide for me. I slide further back, my feet touching the floor, as my lips slide down to your wet flesh. You smell of us, of sex, and your own fresh juices. I suck one of your labia into my mouth, bathing it, lapping it clean, gently pulling it out and letting it slip back. I descend for its sister and am treated to fresh tastes, and your moans and sighs. I lick slowly up and down your furrow, teasing your opening, still dripping with my cum, and teasing your clit hood and the hard nub beneath. I finally settle in, my tongue slowly circling your clit, my hands holding your thighs. "mmmm," I moan into you.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Anticipation, desire that wants me to push your face into me, wells up and almost devours me. Your mouth, treating my nipples to the most delectable teasing, feels so warm and right. I feel the skin harden against your soft lips and can't help but reach for you, wrap my fingers in your hair, breathe in, slow and deep.

The physical lust is palpable, my body responds without thought. My mind is drifting, preoccupied by the exhilaration I feel, the realization I've stepped off the platform, the free fall is bringing me closer and closer to the deep pool waiting below.

The light touch of your lips on my skin, down past my ribs, makes my heart race, and I breathe a little faster in response, to keep that oxygen coursing though me so I don't miss a sensation. I feel light headed, not quite dizzy, high on not only your touch, but the anticipation of what will soon follow.

My thighs are tingling, burning to bend, stretch, embrace you. Your breath is so warm and close, when you exhale against me, it's like something molten, burning me and becoming part of me all at once, making me need more of the heat. I let my thighs relax, the soles of my feel pressing into your body as I open myself to you. I let your head go, stretch my arms over my head, will the lower half of my body closer to you. The sounds of you mix with the feel of your tongue, the scent of us drifts in the air. When your moans are quieted, I hear the soft lapping of your tongue as much as I feel it pressing against me, the sensation enhanced by the sound of you dancing in that pool that is us. The edge so near I can almost see it, even with my eyes closed.

 

[lovingfingers]

My tongue makes slow circles against your wet, hard clit. I relish its size and shape, occasionally flicking the very tip, then returning to circling. I am so conscious of you, the waves moving through your body, your heat and your scent. I lap your juices and greedily take them inside, swallowing, knowing you are part of me in a truly physical sense.

What we have shared has awoken something in me. I want you. I want to go places with you of which I have only fantasized. But at this moment, I want to devour you.

I slide one hand up your inner thigh, making my way under my chin. My nose is pressed against your pubic hair as my fingertips touch your labia, drenched with your honey and my cum. I flick them up and down and press two fingers into you. They sink easily, enclosed by heat and wet. But they have the desire effect, as I feel your inner muscles clamp down on them.

I start to slide them back and forth, introducing a little twisting motion, as my tongue circle and circles. I want you. I want you to cum. I want...

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The faint light in the room flickers with candle flame. I know it's just my imagination, but I feel your tongue following that glow, as it dances to the currents. When I reach back, stretch my arms over my head, my spine arches slightly, enough to let a whisper of cool breeze to pass between sheet and skin. The contrast between that cool, and your warm hands causes me to shudder, or is that your tongue causing the spasms?

Contemplation fades and gives way to selfish, heady contentment. I let my body accept what you are offering, breathe deeply and try to absorb every molecule of you that touches me. When your fingers do, in fact, breach that physical divide and sink in, I can't help but cry out, so relieved by the sensation of you, in me, reaching deep, hinting at more to come.

I feel your fingers searching, strumming, coaxing my body to respond. I squeeze tightly to pull deeper, make the sensitive walls grip and hold you to the places that ache for you. My own fingers go to my nipples, find them hard and sensitive.

"Oh, Sean," I groan, wishing I could say more, hoping the timbre of my voice fills in the blanks.

Your name falling from my lips, feels as right as the air I exhale.