Secret Mistress

[SexyAmber]

Amber

A delicate arch of her golden brow as the man approached the bar, he seemed familiar yet she couldn’t place it. It bothered her that she couldn’t place at that moment and unknowingly her enchanting aqua gaze drifted over the contours of his form and back to his face. A slight blush tinged her cheeks as her eyes met his and she let her butterscotch tresses shield her look and returned her attention to the bar, a soft accented mutter leaving the sumptuous pout of her scarlet painted lips “Damn who is that?”.

From the corner of her eye she gazed at the man in the sophisticated wire rim glass, a tease of smile tainted her angelic yet sultry features as she absorbed his visage as he proceeded closer she returned her attention to the bar still unable to place who he was. This irked her endlessly.

 

[ariosto]

Nick

"Pick up lines get pretty stale don't they?"
His voice was low and even.
She looked up at him. A hint of a smile played on his lips.
"That was a pick up line too. You knew that though, right?...gin and tonic please."
The bar tender had drifted up looking bored. It was a grey dry quiet afternoon.
"And," He looked at the scrumptious blonde,
"Please bring another of whatever this lady's drinking."

He sat down on the barstool next to her.
It creaked.
"Okay, my names Nick Mahan, I'm being taken to the cleaners by my wife's lawyers and I'm depressed as hell."
He paused and gave her an apraising look, then he winked.
"So how come you can look like a piece of cherry pie on a lousy day like this?"

 

[SexyAmber]

As he said his name it clicked instantly and she bite back a gasp. She had dreamed of owning a piece of his work, but far too expensive for her budget. She had admired it and had several posters of the originals framed in her loft. Softly to herself she repeated the mantra, "Calm down Amber"

A slight blink of the veil of flaxen lashes as he continued, few people shocked her, that confession did stun her a bit and she bite her scarlet bottom lip in effort not to smile at such a sad situation but his bluntness in announcing it was refreshingly charming. Her turquoise pools lifted to his amber flecked ones as she canted her head sending a waterfall of gold down the slope of her corseted breasts. The bartender placing her cosmopolitan down she smiled a spell binding smile and her sultry yet soft voice spoke,

“Thank you Nick and … I mean …god I just love your work”, a hint of her youth sparkled in her captivating gaze as her words came out flustered in his presence, a tease of her nervousness was found in the way a honey curl was coiled around her finger as she took a sip of her drink then gracefully placed it back down.

“And I am sorry you are depressed, perhaps misery loves company?” or maybe misery loves cherry pie?”, she laughed her whimsical laughter once more.

 

[ariosto]

She knew who he was!

Nick was always surprised these days when someone recognized him. Especially some one as young as this. He'd been out of the fickle spotlight of avant garde art for some time.

"You love my work?"
One of the endearing qualities about Nick Mahan that even his detractors aknowledged was an unusual humility about his paintings.
"Thank you love. It's nice to be appreciated."

He took a sip of his drink and smiled at her.
The girl was blonde and beautiful, very very sexy. She had no place in a charmless bar like this on such a cheerless day.

"I think misery would love company, almost as much as he loves cherry pie."
He thought for a moment of what a magnificent model she would make...
"You have a very seductive accent 'Cherry Pie',
êtes-vous français peut-être?...and I don't know your name."

 

[SexyAmber]

“Amber LaFluer ,Sir”

She could feel the rapidness in her pulse at the presence of one of her idols. The modest confidence that seemed to drip from every pour of him. The smooth timber of his voice and the chocolate eyes that held star-like sparkles of gold. She smiled as she introduced herself, an inviting and hypnotizing smile that always made the fine features of her face radiate even in this dim lighting. Absently a finger drew down the curve of her throat like a painter’s brush, the strokes so soft and fluid as it ran on her caramel skin. Her ocean swirled pool retreated once more to his own commanding gaze and halted as she looked at the bartender.

“Please get this gentleman another drink”, the bartender gazed at her beauty, the way her mouth moved with each eloquently accented word.

Her entrancing gaze returned to Nick and her finger slithered to the top of her cleavage and paused, leaning toward him, the smell of her scent and Chanel no. 5 filling his senses, his own masculine scent assaulting her skin as she whispered to be discreet,

“And I am sorry about your wife”

How could she compete with a movie star? I mean she knew she was beautiful, people around her made that obvious, yet she remained modest, still in awe of everything she saw finally leaving the shelter of her small town. And here she was ...with him.

 

[ariosto]

"Amber, you ever see a movie star without makeup or when they wake up in the morning?"
He finished his drink.
"Anyway, she's a bitch from hell..."
His eyes softened.
"Well, it's all for the best. We don't get along anymore."

The girl's blue eyes were bright and inquisitive, her hair was honey gold and fell in soft waves across her tan skin and crimson dress. He thought she had in fact the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.

Suddenly it hit him, she'd just called him 'SIR'!
He laughed!
"Oh my god am I that old!...Please Amber, please don't call me SIR.!"
He took her hand in his, noticing the smooth skin, the perfectly manicured nails. He loved a woman's hands, absolutely loved them.

"I'm Nick and your Amber, and I'd love to take you somewhere out of this horrible bar and try my best to seduce you."
He grinned,
"Is that possible?"

 

[SexyAmber]

“yes Nick, I apologize I am just such an admirer of your work”, the whole sentence seemed more like an eclectic purr than speech, each word eloquent in her demure and sultry tenor, yet when she said his name it seemed to drip like honey from those garnet tiers.

As he took her delicate hand, each fingertip in the French manicure style, her digits curled as a gasp left her lips. She was touching his hands, those blessed and talented hands. It coarsed electricity through her ripe body, he was stunning almost as breath-taking as his work. As he spoke of seduction she lifted her cobalt gaze and smiled.

“I think I would like that Nick”

With that her body unfurled, her hands not leaving his. Each ripe and wicked slope becoming more apparent with her stand. Her mane cascaded down her like thousands of hungry golden tongues. Her scent became maidenly close as she removed her hand from his and placed it on his shoulder, steadying herself to fix her black heel, with the subtle lift of her leg a tease of the black garters that clung to her mocha thigh appeared for only a brief moment.

Her finely sculpture hand returned to his, a soft grazing of her nails as her fingers laced into his and she smiled.

“Lead the way Nick, I am all yours.”

 

[ariosto]

He saw everything.Tthe heels, the garter, the thigh...oh yes and the beautiful nails on her delicate hands.
The longer he was around her the more intoxicating she was becoming to him.
Who the hell was she! A Hooker?, not in the middle of the afternoon...not in a place like this.
Damn but she was setting him on fire with the touch of her fingertips on his palms!

"Let's go."
He left a twenty on the bar and escorted her outside. A cab was rounding the corner and he flagged it down.
Nick was helping her inside when he realised he didn't have the foggiest idea where he was going.
He'd left the hotel after the fight with Kit this morning and hadn't bothered to check into another. He still kept the old loft in the East Village for old times sake but he hadn't been there in over a year. God knows what condition it was in.

"Where to"
The cabby was looking at him in the rearview. The meter was running.
Nick had an inspiration.
"The Plaza."

Amber leaned against him as the cab spun away from the curb.
"Your staying at the Plaza?"
He laughed and slid his hand along the smooth length of her thigh...so fine, so fine.
He did it again.
"Baby, You wanna see where Kit Ballenger stays when she's in New York?"
He still had the key to Kit's suite at the Plaza and he knew his about to be ex-wife was fucking her boyfriend in his penthouse on 5th avenue right now.

 

[SexyAmber]

Her arm curled around his upper arm as she leaned to him in the cab, the cool air chilling her body. A subtle arch as his hand drew up her sleek thigh and he could feel the slight piercing of her nails against his jacket as his fingertips worked like magic on her silken flesh.

“The plaza? Kit Ballenger?” her eyes grew wide with excitement but she quickly tried to contain her enthusiasm with a soft blush. Her teeth captured her bottom lip as he called her “baby” the sound causing a stirring in the core of her body. The smooth richness of his husky voice.

As the cab raced the night streets she smiled, the warmth of her minty breaths raped at the skin of his neck as she spoke.

“I am here on a nursing convention and was never expecting this”

One lustrous leg crossed over the other, the heel of her shoe dancing off the fragile arch of her stocking clad foot and danced on her manicured toes in nervousness. Her cerulean pools drew to the busy streets, looking at the variety of people then her fingernails danced down his bicep and she took his hand placing it palm up in her small one, her other hand snaking down and a lone fingernail began tracing the lines in his palms with divine slowness as she spoke, drawing an intricate pattern with the well pointed tip.

“I can not believe I am touching the hand of a god”

 

[ariosto]

He looked at what she was doing to his hand in awe as the cab bounced over the rutted streets of New York.
A nurse!...a nurse!...good God. Let me be sick right now!

"Where did you learn that, Nurse Amber?"
Tingling chills were running through his body as she snuggled up against him. The delicious length of her thigh, red dress riding up, pressed tight against his own.
Her lashes were impossibly long, she was watching his hand in hers and he couldn't see her eyes at all.

He took his hand from her leg and raised her chin.
She was beautiful.
He leaned forward and kissed her...ohyessssss.
Chemistry!...champagne bubbling...waves of pleasure...tightening in his loins..all this from a kiss!
His arms wrapped around her and he drew her against him oblivious to the looks of the Cabbie in the rearview.
Another kiss..lips parting...a brush of tongue...a taste of mint and honey...she was in his arms radiating heat like a furnace. Lighting him up.
He slipped his tongue into her warm sweet mouth.
He was hard as a rock.
The girl was incredible.

 

[SexyAmber]

As he lifted her chin a flurry of gold tresses flickered down her body, her lips silently beckoned him. It was then he kissed her. The kiss was electrifying as if under a spell her body moved against his in the kiss. Her arms lifting and one hand placed on his bicep the other a play of fingernails against the smooth nape of his neck.

A moan filled his mouth as his tongue sought out her own in a passionate pursuit. Her own tongue responded by flickering just on the tip of his before she drew it across his bottom lip slowly then rejoined the dance within the mutuality of their hot and moist mouths.

She was lost in the kiss, oblivious to all around her, the cabbie, the beeping horns, there was only the sound of his breaths rapid in her mouth. And her moans grew in her desire of this seductive man. She could smell his cologne and his masculine scent. Her wanting mouth teased down his chin, a tease of teeth against the scruffy skin then back up to his mouth where she snaked her tongue back against his.

Her body arching, pleading into the safety of his arms. A hint of her nipples grew taut against the fabric of her dress and the material of his shirt to caress his chest. She leaned more deepening the kiss with a throaty purr and a soft whisper against his lips…

“oh god Nick”

 

[ariosto]

If this kept up he was going to have sex with her in the backseat of this cab!
Her body was a warm live kitten purring against him. She was beginning to edge out the rest of the world. The traffic on both sides of them suddenly disappeared, The leering cabbie's face in the mirror disapeared, where they were going and where they came from disapeared.

warm blonde honey...red soft lips...black lashes...blue eyes...scarlet dress....smooth thighs...smokey stockings...warm full breasts.
*his hand on her breasts molding them, feeling them against his palm*...gentle squeeze...again...again...
lips meet...long and deep...her hands, her nails in his hair...on his neck...tongues... tongues...dancing together...

Lust is palpable, he can feel it, smell it, it heats the back seat of the cab like a furnace.
His hands dig into her deep gold hair and his fingertips caress her scalp. He kisses her eyes and her nose and her cheeks, the line of her jaw.
He buries his face against her throat and breathes her in deep.

God...can he wait?

 

[SexyAmber]

She writhes as his mouth moves across each finely crafted feature of her face. Her breaths increase and intermingle with wanting moans as her fingers dig deeper into his hair. Her back arches as she thrusts the round half moon of her breast into his milking palm, her nipple a hardened jewel straining against the material of her dress.

Her head eased back as he works his mouth down her throat, she offers it to him like a victim to a vampire. Her body shudders as she feels his commanding lips claim the column of her throat and she whimpers loudly, her hands now clinging to him, urging him closer.

“Nick…oh…you feel ..so good”

As his breaths ravish her throat she pulls from him gently a deep blush tainting the perfection of her cheeks and she adjusts her dress awkwardly, tucking a strand of errant gold hair behind her ear.

“you must think I am so forward..I am so..sorry…I mean you are ..well you know who you are”

She wanted him, every pore in her being screamed out for him but how could she? ... He was famous and she couldn't be just another groupie..and he was married...she wanted him and she would have him.

 

[Tif]

Megan

Just as Brad finishes I feel Tim begin to thrust faster and faster up into me. He continues to finger my clit as he swells and starts to come. I ride him as he thrusts up into me. As I feel his first spasm I feel my body respond in kind and the second orgasm of the night overtakes me. As he continues to fill me with his come I collapse on top of him feeling him spasm and then go soft and slowly slide from the folds of my pussy.

 

[badmatt]

Timothy

I slide out from under Megan and head for the shower to clean up. I come back and quickly get dressed.
"I'll leave you two alone now. Thank you very much Megan. I needed that more than you could know."

Quietly I make my way out of the suite and back down to the bar.

 

[ariosto]

Her pulling away was like losing half of himself the warm half, and it took him a second to adjust.
“you must think I am so forward..I am so..sorry…I mean you are ..well you know who you are”

Nick Mahan wasn't at all sure why being Nick Mahan had stopped the roller coaster ride in the back seat but looking out the window he saw the Plaza Hotel, flags waving brightly in the evening light, looming right ahead.
"Baby, I'm the one that should be sorry."

The cab stopped and he passed some bills up front then helped Amber out, watching the red silk dress slide over her thighs and sighing inwardly.
They of course knew him at the Plaza and they knew all about the steamy divorce. Kit Ballenger was their paying guest not him and the reception from the hotel staff was polite but chilly.
On the elevator they were alone again riding quietly to the top floor.

He took Amber in his arms.
"Forget who I am will you honey,"
He ran his fingers through her fine hair and kissed her.
"You are the loviest woman I've ever kissed...do you know that?"he whispered against her ear.
She responded immediately, pressing herself against him and parting her lips for the taste of his mouth and tongue. By the time the elevator reached the top floor the embrace had become deep and arousing. He was losing himself again.

The door opened...
A small tastefully lit foyer, potted plants, marble floor.
He put they key in the lock and they entered Kit's suite of rooms.

 

[SexyAmber]

"Forget who I am will you honey,"


And she did, she submitted to the kiss. Hungry and lustful, her garnet tiers of temptation pressed to his firm yet soft mouth, her tongue searched his allow their tastes to make an exotic cocktail within each other’s mouths. Her body as if created for him, every slope and curved molded to his hands, to his body. As his fingers played in her hair her kiss ignited instantly, her body pushing, arching to press his back against the mirrored elevator wall. Her fingernails raking down each bicep, trailing down his elbows to the back of his forearms until one hand joined his hand in her hair. Delicate maninucred digits running across his fingers covered in her gold tresses.

She pressed to him urgently, letting the mounds of her breasts smear against his muscled chest, the flat plane of her belly grinding softly against his. Her silken crimson lips puckered around his tongue and she began to suckle it lovingly in her mouth with soft purring sounds, letting her teeth graze it until she slithered her tongue back into his mouth. Her hands moving their wicked path once more as the buttons on his shirt began to pop open and her heated mouth moved across his jaw line. Biting…nibbling…feather like kisses traced the contour of his face until she was at his ear, that addicting voice whispered,

“Oh Nick, your kisses make me mad with desire”

It was then his earlobe was seized in her velvet mouth and milked gently between her sensual tiers, leaving it damp with her warm saliva to cause a chill when her mouth left to creep down the life vein in his neck, just the tip of her tongue traced it until her blonde head canted and she began sucking lightly on his adam’s apple. Her one hand moved to his, holding it almost like teenagers on a date as her mouth tormented him. His taste was maddening to her senses, addicting, the saltiness masculinity ran over her tongue as she rolled it over the base of his throat then kissed her way back to his mouth as he searched for the key she was obvious, lost in this handsome man, her soft petal like lips kissed the corner of his mouth as her opened the door, her nails teasing down his back as clung to his body with invisible binds until she heard her heels clicking on the marble floor, it was then her kisses stopped and she lifted her eyes to him, not even looking at anything in the Suite but him and whispered with a soft pant.

“Beautiful”

 

[ariosto]

He picks her up, his 'cherry pie', her arms reach up around his neck, her fingers still caress his skin. In his arms, the feel of silk and sheer slick nylon. He feasts his eyes on her...watches her nails doing arabesques across his naked chest...looks at the rise and fall of her firm round breasts half revealed by the slipping neckline, shadowed curves of promise...

Her weight is the weight of his passion he thinks as he carries her past the broken vase, the upturned chair, the chaos of this morning's battle and into a bedroom washed with the purple lavender light of sunset across the trees of Central Park.

The bed's huge...Kit's bed, the covers in tossled disarray.
He lays her down where the movie star slept and sits beside her. His shirt is unbuttoned and he strips it off, feels her nails slowly playing across his arm and into the curling hair of his chest. Wire rim glasses on the coffee table.
He takes her shoulders in his strong hands.

"Your a nurse..." he whispers, "you should be a goddess..."
Leaning closer, face to face, lips on Amber's.
His tongue moves with slow animal rhythm into the moist warm chamber of her mouth.
His hands slip beneath the beckoning neckline and he feels against his palm the warm lush curve of her bosom. The bud of her nipple lies in his hand.
He is on fire!

He kisses her throat, her shoulders and the sweet beginings of the rising mounds of her breasts.
The dress is in the way...in the way...
His fingers take the fabric and he pulls it down..down...down...his warm lips following, kissing.

 

[SexyAmber]

The pearl of her nipple like a darted jewel against his skilled hands torment, her tongue lashing at his nipple in the brief moment of freedom he gives her before beginning his seduction of her heated flesh.

A carnal arch of her body to his touch, moans filtering the silence of the room as she lunges her body to his hands. As his tongue conquers the warm caravern of her mouth, her own tongue draws up the center of his than back down. Her brazen hips began to dance in a slow beckoning circle beneath him.

Fingernails snake down his chest, the pad of delicate thumbs trace his nipples before her hands flatten on his chest and she slides his shirt from his body, a wake of her nails in the shirt’s path against his flesh as she deepens the wetness of their kiss.

A low scorcing moan as her nails rake up the surface of his back leaving subtle red trails in her wake, like a huntress claiming her territory, then her dress slithers down her sadistic curves, the path of his hands followed by the addiction that is his mouth on her honey flesh.

Her breasts fully revealed, rounded..full..firm..tipped with dusky nipples small in size but immense in their length to his sweet torture. Her caramel belly quivering in it’s tautness as her hips grind side to side to wiggle the dress from her.

Slung to her hips is a black garter, black lace panties and the clips of each garter on her thighs marked with a small red rose that leads to smoky stockings. Her hands move to the bed, tangling in the bedspread as she rises and falls beneath him. Her body bowing as her head tilts back fanning golden hair around her as her crimson tiers parts in cries of ecstasy at the sensation of him revealing her to his vision, to his mouth and hands.

The smell of her arousal like simmering honey starts to linger around them as her thighs scrape against each other in her sinful writhing. Her body like a temple now offered to him. That angelic voice now a sultry purr as she pleads…
“Oh yes Nick, I want you”

 

[ariosto]

The dress hangs for a moment on the pointed tips and then slides down revealing the firm ripe fruit of her breasts. He takes her cherry nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other. Soft sighs address the cieling...
The tip of his tongue pressing into the center, then rolling around the stiffening buds. His big hands encircle her perfect globes and squeeze them, he licks at the dusky areoles until they darken and pebble in electric response. Her breasts squeezed togther offer a deep rich valley in which Nick buries his face, smelling the intoxicating scent of her skin. Her heart beats rapidly a few inches away.
Nipples rolling between thumbs and forefingers...pinching, gently pulling, his tongue licking them...in his mouth again...sucked in between his teeth...sharp teeth. She cries and writhes under his touch...His mouth covers hers and swallows her cry as it leaves her lips.

Nick slides down along her side, his fingers tracing patterns on her tight smooth belly, his mouth sucking in the hollow of her navel, his hands on the red silk again...pulling it free.
Black lace panties...garter belt...smoke hued stockings...off...off. The dress spills in a pile of crimson at the foot of the bed.
His hands caress from slender ankle to smooth toned thigh...they hold her tight, high on her hips and turn her towrds him. Nick sinks his face into the cream smooth flesh below her navel and he begins to kiss her softly, tongue drawing across the delicious slope of her abdomen..going south as his fingers begin unsnapping the garter belt one button at a time.

 

[Tif]

Megan
After Tim left I lay there a while longer and decided I had to shower after that much exertion. I got up and made my way to the shower. I turned the water on hot and stood under the spray allowing the hot water to wash over me. Washing my skin letting my fingers trail over my tired body. Realizing I had to get some sleep before the important party the next day.

 

[SexyAmber]

His name was purred out like a mantra as he besieged her swelling nipples. She could not recall them being so long, so tight. As his large hands cupped her breasts, her body shot into a immoral arch, an arch that summoned his body to hers. Her hips began to dance in measured corporeal circles as his fingers plucked at each jeweled nub. Like a snake charmer her body danced beneath him with each touch. As he teeth scraped and bite her nipples her body shot forward, thrusting herself against him, her hands now on the back of his head as he buried his face in the valley of her alluring cleavage. She smeared her mounds all over his face as her fingernails moved into his shoulders, again she marked him in her carnal fervor.

He descended like an explorer on her gleaming caramel flesh, her belly tightening as his mouth devoured it in impassioned kisses. She was ignited by his skill and his prowess, seemingly knowing her body already. She felt the remainder of the clothes being shed, her navel a small pool for his saliva. As he prowled farther down her golden body, her hands cupped her breasts, manicured nails dug into her untainted skin. Her body shot upwards as his tongue painted her lower belly, half sitting up she watched him. Watched the trail of his tongue move against the canvas that became her flesh, watched his strong back arch as he tasted more of her.

“oh god yes Nick”

Her knees lifted, like a secret door they opened and parted for him and his desires. Her sex was smooth save a short trimmed, narrow patch of gold above her mound. Each petal of her sex was swelled to a puffy glisten, like dew on a flower, crystalline droplets of her nectar clung greedily to the folds of her heat. She whispered as she moved her hands from her breasts to run over the top of his back…

“I want to watch you taste me”

One hand moved from his back and her groomed fingers curled the wrist of his left hand, his index finger slowly suckled into her mouth, her tongue rolling around it slowly, her teeth raking it, making love to it as her turquoise gaze watch him between the forbidden “V” of her body.

 

[ariosto]

“I want to watch you taste me”
Her whispered words are a violent aphrodisiac.
He tears his eyes from the vision of her fingers pressing into the soft hills of her breasts, her clear lacquered nails, cutting half moons into
stiff tormented nipples.
Amber's long legs are parted and he sits between them, his broad shoulders resting against her knees. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants. He has never been this hard in his life.

Thighs covered in silky smoke, his hands slide down to the cream smooth tawny skin above the lace and below the softly molded swell of her pouting sex. Fingers moving lightly into the forbidden...into the sanctuary. He touches the small hooded nub that lies at the apex of the soft petals that peek from her folded cleft.
A subtle tightening of her body...parted lips...an intake of breath.

She is as beautiful here as she is in all places.
Fingers drawing lightly down the sensuous lips taking necter as they go. He slides them into his mouth and tastes her passion, her arousal...a fever is rising in him fast and pure as fire. Amber's eyes are feral now a blue beyond the blue of the sky. They bore into him.
He smiles and licks his lips, bends down and softly kisses the tendon inside her thighs, he kisses the valley between her leg and mons, his tongue licking slowly up and down first one side then the other of the warm sweet gentle mound.

His eyes never leave hers. He watches as she slides her finger beween her ripe lips...his own press down on both sides of her clit and begin to move in small tight circles, teasing the pearl from its tender refuge.
A strong hand slides under her feeling for the first time the cool firm tightness of her ass.
He raises her hips easily off the bed and brings her dewy folds against his face, she tightens her thighs against his cheeks and feels the roughness of his beard against her skin...
A soft sucking kiss against her vulva and then his tongue is licking her open, licking up to the glistening pearl his fingers have coaxed out and then down all the way until it presses into the small tight refuge of her ass then back again, collecting the wild honey of her bloom.
He stops, brown eyes locked to blue...watching her closely as he pushes his tongue deep...deep into the heated sheath of her sex.
"I want to watch you taste me"

 

[SexyAmber]

The moan was almost taboo in the need it exuded as his fingers parted the petals of her sex. Her sanctuary had been revealed to him in it’s glistening temptation. Her fingernails cursed the softness of her skin as she pressed deeper into the creamy skin of her breasts. She was marking herself for him, a reminder that would throb for days to remember this moment. The tips of her fingernails began raking the peaks of her dusky nubs, each time releasing a frenzied moan.

Her cobalt gaze was now streaked with silver, like lightening piercing through the clouds. Locked on him, memorizing him. As his fingertip caressed the apex of her nerves it responds almost obediently by peeking out of it’s small hood. Her clit was smaller than most, nestled completely in the protective hood but now with his demanding strokes, gentle yet urging, it crested out for him. Her lethal body rises like a wave on the ocean to meet his caressing. Her aqua pools narrowing to seductive slits as he collects her honey on his thick digit, she follows the trail to his mouth and purrs a soft

“yes Nick, taste me, I want you to smell like me”

As his finger withdrew from the warm chamber of his mouth it was immediately drawn by her hand into her own mouth, feasting on the cocktail of her milk and his saliva, she watched as his head lowered. Her pursued her body with his, his shoulders held her knees as he explored the contours of legs of a dancer. With each deliberate kiss on her thigh she cooed his named softly. Her hand travels from her mouth down her tummy leaving a glossy trail before it moves to the downy softness of her sex, with his hand they explore her. Her manicured nails delve smoothly in her folds as he persuades her tiny pearl to swell for him, and it does. As he makes the sinful circles with his fingers her shapely hips mock his rhythm and began to swivel with him.

His head lowered, and she moaned deeply in anticipation. She sat up letting her nails scrape up his back as she looked down at him, her breasts draped in the golden silk of her mane, her punished nipples peering through the flaxen veil. Her nails dug in as his talented tongue roamed up and down her forbidden temple. Her immortal body began it’s primal dance, grinding against his face, tilting her hips to receive his persecution over and over. Then he entered her and her moist cavern snapped around his tongue, sucking it deeper. Her eyes refused to leave his, she was caught captive in his dark gaze and she mouthed to him, with feral breathless whispers

“I am going to cum in your mouth Nick”

 

[ariosto]

“I am going to cum in your mouth Nick”

Soft words to bring him up to an incandescent white heat. He sucks her pearl into his mouth, tormenting it with his tongue and slips
an eager finger into her welcoming folds, between her pouting lips. Twisting,pushing, going deep, the whorles of his fingertip against the hidden moist tissues of her femininity.
Contraction...
Another finger enters, her swollen petals stretch wide. She feels both digits moving inside...sheeted waves of heat eddy out from the center...a fine sheen of perspiration bathes her...a blush spreads across her breasts, arching up...pointed stiffened nipples twisting in her hands.
Nick pumps his fingers into her vagina as it spasms in violent pleasure...thrusting in touching...rubbing...pulling out...
NO! Her walls contract on him...holding him.
Hips grinding, the moonlike cheeks of her ass tighten in his hand. She pushes herself at him...a writhing moaning she cat.
Fingers wet with her sweet cream...he tastes her.

His own cock begins to pulse and he feels the dark well oh his own orgasm surging up...can it be!?
He hasn't released his cock, hasn't touched it. Yet he seems as near to cumming as she does.
He presses a warm wet finger into her ass.
She twists hard in his hand...a small cry.
Then his mouth is on her again and his thick tongue is thrusting...plunging into the musky well of her sex, her juices running into his beard. He looks into the lightning shot azure pools of her eyes and sees fever.
She rocks and shudders...her nails rend the silken sheets.
His finger slides deep into her resisting fundament, his tongue probes, licks, plunges deep into hot sheath.
Her thighs tense up hard against his face...she is shaking....moaning..animal sounds
Her finger nails dig into his scalp...scathing pain!...she pulls him in, jerks her sex against his mouth, rubbing it onto him, smearing her wet folds and open petaled lips over his face!

Sensless thrusting...fingers ...tongue...SPASM!...Spasm!...
Incredible instant on the brink...GODDDDDDD!
A sheet of hot oil, sweet passionate oil, honey rich cum oil floods into his mouth. He holds her like a chalice, drinking down the nectar of the gods.