Playful Seduction

Before he even gets in the bed I can smell him. That scent consumes my entire body and my mind. There is nothing like the smell of a man after a shower and some of that manly, man cologne. But tonight it’s not just any cologne, it’s Dolce and Gabanna Light Blue; delish!

He slides into bed and scoops me up and ensures that I am close to him. My nightgown has already shifted so my bare bottom is pressing against his manhood. He’s excited to be here, his manhood tells it all. He lands an endearing kiss on the back of my neck. That spot right between the back and neck meeting point. It’s not invasive, it’s ever so soft. But he doesn’t want anything tonight, just me near him.

We quietly fall off to sleep. It’s morning, a restful night of sleep has blessed us both, but he’s ready to make it a good morning, maybe even a great morning. The same way he ended the night, he started. He landed that same endearing kiss and pulls me close. By now my gown has risen to my waste through the night and my bottom is pressing against him as well as my lower back. He gently slides down under the covers and turns me over. I am slightly awake, but I know exactly what is going on. I help him turn me onto my back. He’s hungry, but not for food. I feel his muscles as I rub his arms, they are strong and intentional in their pursuit as they rub my thighs. By now he has slid in between my thighs and is finding a comfortable position right there between what will likely become a vice if he gets me there. He gently nestles his head against my lovely place. Before I can gather my thoughts, I am already moaning gently and quietly. He slides my thong to the side and buries his tongue like he’s searching for something. Little do I know he is definitely looking for something. Not before long he finds it, my lovely place is wet and sticky like honey and he moans as he enjoys my sweet wetness.

He enjoys pleasing me, but not nearly as much as I enjoy receiving. It’s not long before my hips start responding and pushing against his face. He doesn’t back down, in fact he seems like he is trying to get his tongue deeper inside of me. As my moans become louder, he responds by putting his index finger inside and it just slips in and out giving me amazing pleasure. Could this feeling possibly get any better? Yes, because now instead of one finger he puts in two. I am feeling unbelievable. My lovely place is dripping leaving evidence behind on the sheets. He is devouring my pleasure principle while he applies a heavenly assault to my sugar walls. My back begins to arch and my moans are louder and accompanied by panting breath. I am moving a little faster in response to his assault. I am almost there, please do not stop. I tell him how wonderful he feels. I tell him how I want him inside of me, but he doesn’t stop. He notices now that my thighs are tightening around his head, that vice is about to lock down because I’m about to reach my climax. My hips are circling, my hands are holding the back of his head, my back is arched, I’m moaning and breathing fast and my eyes are squinting because I’m about to explode.

Oh my, there it goes, I’m exploding in his mouth and he doesn’t stop. He’s driving me crazy. I do not know if I can take it, but he won’t stop. My climax won’t stop. He slows down so I can feel it and enjoy it and I do. I revel in the desire he has just given me. I’m floating and feel a light glowing from within. He did it, he got me there and he is proud, he feels accomplished. I can tell as he slides up my body slowly and begins to kiss me allowing me to taste my lovely place. His kisses are devouring my lips. His manhood is ready and pressing against my lovely place. I grab him in my hands and tell him I want to taste him.