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I woke up before her and started touching her. She slowly came out of sleep and hummed contentedly as she became aware of what I was doing to her. I spooned around her and caressed her softly with my hand. She started to turn over, turn into my arms and touch and kiss, but I stopped her with a firm hand on her hip. Sleep fell further away, and she wanted to protest. But her mouth opened and only a small sigh escaped as my hand slipped up her body, sliding on her naked body to gently cup her breast.
Her own hand reached up to try and pull my hand away so she could turn to touch me, but I just caught her hand, pulling it over her breast so her palm rubbed gently against her hardening nipple. I continued to guide her hand slowly, urging her to touch herself, to pleasure herself. Her legs began to shift, rubbing her thighs together restlessly, and I pressed her hand hard into her breast, indicating she should keep up the good work, and my hand left hers. Sliding down her side to her thigh, I gripped her leg and pulled it up and backwards over my hip, opening her.
She arched, hoping for something, anything to help relieve some of the tension building between her thighs. Then my hand covered hers again, sliding it downward into her moist heat. Her hips bucked weakly against her own hand, and she felt my breath fan over her neck as I chuckled. Then my mouth was on her, nibbling gently on her ear as I pressed both their fingers into her clitoris. Her back bowed, her hips undulated as she tried to intensify the pressure, her breath sawing through her throat. Finally, I guided her fingers inside her, slipping mine in with hers. She turned her head frantically, seeking out my mouth, and we kissed, hers desperate and longing, mine patient and controlled. "Agunna, Agunna, please," she whispered frantically against my mouth. My fingers slid out of her quickly, and a gasping sob escaped our kiss. No longer controlling her hand, I captured her wet bud between my fingers, gently squeezing, stroking, massaging the sensitive nerves. Her own fingers plunged back inside her, desperate to reach that peak that was just out of reach. I abandoned her to pluck her hand away from herself, to bring it up above our heads. She whimpered, "Please," grinding her hips against mine growing length, trying to make me as desperate as she.
All in good time," I told her, and she was awake enough to hear the chuckle in my voice.
Suddenly, I turned, pulling her on top of me, keeping her arms stretched above our heads. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and one of my legs slipped between her thighs. Making a small noise of satisfaction, Fatima began to rub herself against my leg. Then my hands wrapped around her thighs, sliding her down onto my shaft. She lifted herself until she was leaning over me, her breasts hanging in my face, and she groaned as I slipped inside her. With a hungry sound, I took her nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it gently, sucking until she cried out with the pressure.
My hands gripped her hips, guiding her gently into the rhythm I wanted, rocking into her wet heat.
Fully awake now, Fatima looked down at me and grinned, despite all the teasing. I knew what she liked. Most of the time. But she was going to turn the tables on me, just a bit. She leaned down to kiss me, while she fumbled in the drawer in the bedstand, searching for the scarves.
When she had them, she pulled each of my hands in turn up to the headboard, and tied them there. We both knew she wouldn't tie them tight, and that I could escape if I needed to. But we also both knew I wouldn't. Finally I was secured, and she sat back on me with a smile. "First things first," she said, and reached down to play with her clit. Slowly she built herself to an orgasm with my cock rooted deep inside her. Her hips bucked and her breasts bounced as she went over the edge. As the aftershocks raced through her, she felt my hips straining. "Hmm, thanks hon," she said. "But now I owe you some teasing," she added. In a graceful move she dismounted, and giggled at the sight of all the juices on my cock. Since that much of her own taste didn't do much for her, she went into the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth. As she bathed my cock, she jacked me through the soft cloth, knowing that it probably felt rougher than it really was against my sensitised skin. From her position between my legs, she looked up at me. "Hmm," she murmured as I met her eyes. "You look good, dear," she added, letting her breath fan over my cock. She licked me, a quick flick at first, then slowly across my head, then down my shaft. She let one hand wander down to gently roll my balls in her palm, while her other hand slid to her mound. Licking her lips, she once again met my gaze, saw the plea in them. With a sly grin that she knew drives me crazy, she let the head of my cock slip inside her mouth, sucking it in slowly, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat.
A strangled sound emerged from my open mouth, and then I groaned and dug my heels into the bed, trying to move so I could fuck her mouth.
Fatima was nearing the breaking point, too, and with one last hard suck, she let my cock slip out of her mouth. Climbing back on top of me until she straddled my hips, she let my cock slide back inside her. Her hands slipped up my chest until her hands rested on the bed over my shoulders, where she braced herself. This put her breasts at the perfect level for my mouth, and I again pulled the closest nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
She began riding me in earnest, her hips pumping frantically, until she could feel the fireworks exploding behind her eyes, could hear my groans under her, could feel me going stiff and shooting into her. She collapsed onto me, her breath misting slightly on my neck as she lay panting.
You're the best woman I've ever fucked in my entire life I told her.
Fatima giggled tiredly, and yawned, sliding to the side to release my arms, then happily curling into them. "Safe Journey to you, she told me. After resting we both went to the bathroom and took my bath, scrubbing each other thoroughly, we dried our body with the towel and then she dressed up immediately she finished dressing up, we heard her husband's car pull up, we kissed and hugged tightly with tears in her eyes she turned picked up her tray and left my room. I said to my self what a woman.
Her own hand reached up to try and pull my hand away so she could turn to touch me, but I just caught her hand, pulling it over her breast so her palm rubbed gently against her hardening nipple. I continued to guide her hand slowly, urging her to touch herself, to pleasure herself. Her legs began to shift, rubbing her thighs together restlessly, and I pressed her hand hard into her breast, indicating she should keep up the good work, and my hand left hers. Sliding down her side to her thigh, I gripped her leg and pulled it up and backwards over my hip, opening her.
She arched, hoping for something, anything to help relieve some of the tension building between her thighs. Then my hand covered hers again, sliding it downward into her moist heat. Her hips bucked weakly against her own hand, and she felt my breath fan over her neck as I chuckled. Then my mouth was on her, nibbling gently on her ear as I pressed both their fingers into her clitoris. Her back bowed, her hips undulated as she tried to intensify the pressure, her breath sawing through her throat. Finally, I guided her fingers inside her, slipping mine in with hers. She turned her head frantically, seeking out my mouth, and we kissed, hers desperate and longing, mine patient and controlled. "Agunna, Agunna, please," she whispered frantically against my mouth. My fingers slid out of her quickly, and a gasping sob escaped our kiss. No longer controlling her hand, I captured her wet bud between my fingers, gently squeezing, stroking, massaging the sensitive nerves. Her own fingers plunged back inside her, desperate to reach that peak that was just out of reach. I abandoned her to pluck her hand away from herself, to bring it up above our heads. She whimpered, "Please," grinding her hips against mine growing length, trying to make me as desperate as she.
All in good time," I told her, and she was awake enough to hear the chuckle in my voice.
Suddenly, I turned, pulling her on top of me, keeping her arms stretched above our heads. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and one of my legs slipped between her thighs. Making a small noise of satisfaction, Fatima began to rub herself against my leg. Then my hands wrapped around her thighs, sliding her down onto my shaft. She lifted herself until she was leaning over me, her breasts hanging in my face, and she groaned as I slipped inside her. With a hungry sound, I took her nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it gently, sucking until she cried out with the pressure.
My hands gripped her hips, guiding her gently into the rhythm I wanted, rocking into her wet heat.
Fully awake now, Fatima looked down at me and grinned, despite all the teasing. I knew what she liked. Most of the time. But she was going to turn the tables on me, just a bit. She leaned down to kiss me, while she fumbled in the drawer in the bedstand, searching for the scarves.
When she had them, she pulled each of my hands in turn up to the headboard, and tied them there. We both knew she wouldn't tie them tight, and that I could escape if I needed to. But we also both knew I wouldn't. Finally I was secured, and she sat back on me with a smile. "First things first," she said, and reached down to play with her clit. Slowly she built herself to an orgasm with my cock rooted deep inside her. Her hips bucked and her breasts bounced as she went over the edge. As the aftershocks raced through her, she felt my hips straining. "Hmm, thanks hon," she said. "But now I owe you some teasing," she added. In a graceful move she dismounted, and giggled at the sight of all the juices on my cock. Since that much of her own taste didn't do much for her, she went into the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth. As she bathed my cock, she jacked me through the soft cloth, knowing that it probably felt rougher than it really was against my sensitised skin. From her position between my legs, she looked up at me. "Hmm," she murmured as I met her eyes. "You look good, dear," she added, letting her breath fan over my cock. She licked me, a quick flick at first, then slowly across my head, then down my shaft. She let one hand wander down to gently roll my balls in her palm, while her other hand slid to her mound. Licking her lips, she once again met my gaze, saw the plea in them. With a sly grin that she knew drives me crazy, she let the head of my cock slip inside her mouth, sucking it in slowly, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat.
A strangled sound emerged from my open mouth, and then I groaned and dug my heels into the bed, trying to move so I could fuck her mouth.
Fatima was nearing the breaking point, too, and with one last hard suck, she let my cock slip out of her mouth. Climbing back on top of me until she straddled my hips, she let my cock slide back inside her. Her hands slipped up my chest until her hands rested on the bed over my shoulders, where she braced herself. This put her breasts at the perfect level for my mouth, and I again pulled the closest nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
She began riding me in earnest, her hips pumping frantically, until she could feel the fireworks exploding behind her eyes, could hear my groans under her, could feel me going stiff and shooting into her. She collapsed onto me, her breath misting slightly on my neck as she lay panting.
You're the best woman I've ever fucked in my entire life I told her.
Fatima giggled tiredly, and yawned, sliding to the side to release my arms, then happily curling into them. "Safe Journey to you, she told me. After resting we both went to the bathroom and took my bath, scrubbing each other thoroughly, we dried our body with the towel and then she dressed up immediately she finished dressing up, we heard her husband's car pull up, we kissed and hugged tightly with tears in her eyes she turned picked up her tray and left my room. I said to my self what a woman.
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