Alone At Last · Part 2

Alone At Last · Part 2 (2/2)
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You ask me to turn around and when I do you are looking at my bush. You smile slightly as you lean forward and kiss me there. Your tongue slips from your mouth and to my slit, over my entrance and across my clit. I shiver unexpectedly from your touch. You lean back, lather and wash my bush, then my stomach, and finally my breasts. You take your time there, feeling the skin and pinching my nipples. Your hands finally move to my neck and I feel the strength of you hands underneath the tenderness. When you reach my face you ask me to close my eyes and take forever lathering my face. Your hands trace and retrace the lines of my face. My jaw line, my cheekbones, brow, temples, nose and lips.

Finally, you grasp my head and lean me back into the hot stream coming from the showerhead. The water flows over me and I see you watching the lather slide down the curves of my body. You turn me around and make sure my hair is thoroughly wet. You step me back until the water is hitting my chest and stomach. Grab some shampoo and slowly start lathering my long dark hair. You scrub my head with the tips of your fingers, not missing one spot on my head. You take my hair in your hands and thoroughly clean it from head to tip then slowly rinse it out. Your treatment has me so relaxed I just want to sit down for a second. You switch places with me and sit me down at the far end of the tub.

You quickly wash your close-cropped head and then lather your body from foot to face. I watch you hands going over your thin muscular body. You rinse off and grab an oversized towel off the rack and begin drying me off. You start at my feet and move up my legs to my ass and waist, over my breasts, down both arms then grab a second towel and dry my face and hair. You take your time with the mass at the top of my head and get it as dry as possible. You grab a third towel and dry yourself off. You squat down beside me and put one arm under my legs and the other behind my shoulders. You lift me easily and take me back to the bedroom, sitting me on the edge of the bed.

You go back to the bathroom, returning with my brush. You situate yourself behind me. First you take your hands and finger comb the worst tangles out of my head, being careful not to pull my hair. The brush follows, and for the next twenty minutes you brush my hair till only the roots are still damp. From time to time I hear soft moans as you run your fingers through my hair, as if you really enjoy doing this. Finished, you tell me to lie facedown on the bed and that you will be right back. I hear you pad out of the room. I close my eyes and concede to the relaxation of the moment.

You come back after a few moments and I hear the sounds of the 'Forest Thunder Storm' cd playing. You have brought wine and a pipe full of weed and ask if I would like some smoke. I sit up and notice that you have brought almond oil and wet and dry towels. We share the bowl and you again ask me to lie down. I do, and feel the dope doing its thing. I feel you get into bed and straddle my hips. You ask if you are too heavy on me and I say "no", with a voice that seems far away. Suddenly I feel warm liquid on my back. You microwaved the almond oil so it wouldn't be cold on my skin. Your hands rub the oil over my back, ass and shoulders.

Your thumbs dig into the muscles of my back releasing any residual tension. Your palms move in long slow strokes that start at my ass and move along the sides of my spine, up to my shoulders and down the sides of my chest. You come back up kneading at the muscles of my back, while rolling thunder comes out of the living room speakers. After a while you move down each leg and give first my thighs and then my calves the same treatment. You do my arms and then attack my neck for what seems like hours, slowly kneading the muscles. Suddenly the wet towel is there cleaning my skin of the excess oil; the dry towel finishes the task. You roll me onto my back.

I feel like a rag doll, like my limbs possess no power of their own. You go over my stomach and breasts with the same care as my back. Again the towels to clean me off.

You find your cigarettes and light one sitting at the foot of the bed asking me not to move. You are looking at my body the whole time. Studying the curves and plains of my figure. Your cock is hard and pressing against your belly. Finishing your cigarette you take the ashtray and place it on the bedside table. You walk to the foot of the bed studying me again. Your breathing is shallow and course, the look on your face is hard and full of lust. Suddenly you reach down and grab my thighs with rough hands, forcibly spreading them apart and yanking me to the edge of the bed. You kneel down and attack my pussy with your mouth.

Your tongue rolls hard over my clit while two of your fingers first find my entrance and then pound into my pussy. I climax in moments calling your name. It's barely over when you roughly roll me over onto my stomach and stick you hard cock all the way into me, pounding me while I am flat on the bed. Your hands are on my back and behind my head pushing me into the bed while you slam your hips into me. You are yelling at me the whole time, "Take me, yeah, take all of me, bitch…" I am screaming myself as another orgasm takes hold of me. You fuck me harder and faster as the orgasm rocks me. I know you are close, your breath is coming in rough gasps and you mouth gets filthier.

I turn my head under your hand and tell you to come in my mouth. You love it when I say this to you and it puts you over the edge. Now you are begging me, "Please, baby!! Yes, please…", you beg and roll over beside me. I see your wet dick spasming as I move towards it. I get my mouth over the head just before you come and I feel the your hot liquid roll into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow you down as your hips buck and shudder. Spent, you collapse on the bed. I crawl up and kiss you deeply on the mouth.

I start caressing the lines of you face with my fingertips. As I caress your lips I put a finger into your mouth and you suck on it heartily. I shake my head so that all my hair falls to one side and start dragging it over your face, then your chest and arms, over your crotch and down your legs. You start to get hard again when I move back over your chest. I lay my head down on your belly and start licking teasingly. Suddenly I sit up and tell you to stay put. I get up and walk into the kitchen, rooting around until I find something that suits my purpose. I return smiling and holding a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce.

As you lie naked on your back I start at one foot and carefully draw a line of chocolate all over your body. Finally I tell you to close your eyes, and I drizzle chocolate across your face. Starting at your right foot, I slowly lick my way up your leg, getting every drop. I run my tongue and lips up your calf, around your knee, up your inner thing, hearing you gasp as you think I'm going to reach your throbbing cock. But instead, I follow the trail back down the outer side of your thigh and back up the middle. I lap up the sauce over your stomach, following my own carefully drawn loop around your belly button.

The side of my breast brushes your cock, and your fingertips dig into the bed as your desire is piqued. I abandon my oral cleanup long enough to let you suck the chocolate off my tit, and you go crazy, trying to get the whole thing in your mouth. I pull away from you and continue licking and sucking my way around your legs, your chest, your arms, your nipples. I take my time with each part of you, nibbling on your shoulder, grazing my teeth along your inner thigh. I lavish extra attention on your fingers, sucking hard and long on each of them, swirling my tongue around the tips in a way that makes your cock jump with desire.

When your whole body is clean, I finish with your face, gently kissing the chocolate off your eyelids, the bridge of your nose, your cheeks. Finally I run my tongue around your lips, once twice, three times then slowly slip the tip of my tongue between your lips, starting in on a slow wet kiss that tastes like chocolate and cabernet and both of our juices. The kiss builds in speed and intensity and you roll me over so you're on top and then I roll back over you and we tumble on to the floor kissing and groping and laughing and checking to see if we're both okay. You're sitting up leaning against the bed and I scoot down and plunge the length of your cock all the way to the base of my throat.

I'm sucking your shaft, and the back of my hot wet mouth is rubbing against your head, moving around as I get up on all fours. I keep you deep in my mouth and I run the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of your cock. I pull my head back and run the inside of my lips along your shaft, slipping you out of my mouth until my lips are resting against your tip. I quickly take you all back in again, and again I work you with my mouth, making you scream out a guttural sound and moan and begin to tense. You run your hands from my shoulders down my back to my ass, which you grab hold of and squeeze tight. I start pumping up and down, continuing to swirl my tongue around the base of your head.

You slip your hands under me and cup my breasts. You take each nipple between a thumb and a forefinger and start rubbing and pinching. As my own excitement climbs from the stimulation, I bob up and down harder and faster, I start moaning and I arch my back just as you come, your whole body awash with pleasure for what seems like forever. You're lost in a feeling that makes your toes tingle and my body shudders in orgasm as your cum flows down my throat. I swallow you down, drink you in, suck every last drop up.

You reach between my legs and cram three fingers in me, causing me to throw my head back as I launch into a long, all consuming orgasm, then I curl up in your lap and you run your fingertips over my neck and arms and back.

We are both suddenly ravenous so we order in Chinese, smoke a bowl and sit around talking and glowing and complementing each other's sexual prowess until the food arrives. We sit on the living room floor feeding each other with chopsticks until we're both full and refreshed. We each grab a fortune cookie, and I remind you to add "in bed" to your fortune. You read yours out first. "You will continue on the path of fulfillment – in bed". We both laugh, then I read mine "You revel in the traditional- in bed". You look at me and say "traditional, huh?" and you pick me up and carry me to bed. You lay me down on my back, climb on top of me, and slip your legs between mine.

You gently stroke my cheek and whisper my name. You kiss me softly, both of us stoned and in slow motion. All I can feel I in the whole world is your lips on mine and your tongue in my mouth. My entire being is focused on the dance of our mouths. You spread my legs apart with yours, and make slow circles with the head of you cock around my lips. Like an artist dipping his brush in color, you slip your head inside me, then paint me wet with my own juices. One stroke at a time, using the silky evidence of my arousal, you get both of us lubricated all around.

You pull all the way out of me, then in one long smooth stroke you slide your entire length into me, both of us gasping in pleasure as you do. I reach above us for the headboard to push my hips against you and bring you further into me. You take my breasts in your hands as our hips start a slow rhythm. I feel your cock as it moves within me, long, slow strokes. I reach down and grab your hips to increase the tempo of our motion. Your breath comes faster and faster, your weight presses into me. I can feel the storm building in me, taking me higher and higher. I hear myself calling your name as the first wave passes through me.

You're looking right at my face as I close my eyes and my orgasm starts. You start going faster knowing that I am coming.

Pounding into me harder and harder. I look up at you trying so hard to satisfy me, suddenly I want you to come and I start talking in your ear… "Come on baby, yeah, come for me baby, yeah please, for me, please come for me" Your breath becomes ragged and you press your chest into mine to get better leverage into me. Harder and faster you pound me, I feel the muscles of your back tighten up under my hands and we are coming together. I start screaming at you to come inside me, to give me all of you. You start to cry out and I hold you close and kiss your neck and your face. Your hips stop and now you are kissing my neck and your arms wrap around me and hold me close to you.

Our bodies are pressed together, our legs are entwined, and I'm listening to you breathing heavily, feeling both of our hearts pounding. I match my breathing to yours, then slow down my own breathing, and you slow down with me. We lie there just breathing together, sinking into one another, pressing every bit of skin together that we can. My last sensation before falling into a deep and satisfied sleep is of your fingers brushing over my back, and the sound of your voice whispering my name.

Alone At Last · Part 2 (2/2)
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