A Rainy Sensual Night free porn video
I watch the rain continue pelting the windows of my living room. There goes our plan for the night. I sink into my sofa and sigh, exasperated. “Rain, rain go away. Come again another day.” I mumble.
“You said something?” Gavin, my boyfriend, enters the living room with 2 flute glasses and a bottle of bubbly.
“I’m trying to wish away the rain. Stupid weather.” I complain.
“Well, let’s make the most of the night,” shaking the sparkling champagne in front of me. “Maybe we could continue watching that movie that we always wanted to?”
At the back of my mind, I envisioned my plan of going out with Gavin to some restaurant or bistro pub. Have a pleasant, quiet dinner on a weekday, followed by a slow walk through my neighbourhood park and then back to my house. But now, I feel like we fast forwarded to the end of the evening and ended up being cooped up facing the 4 walls.
“Sure, why not. I’ll prepare dinner. Help me hook up my laptop to the TV, Gav.”
Getting off the sofa, I head over to the fridge and look through the contents. My parent left for a week of vacation, so they managed to stock up some groceries to help me tide over the week. I grabbed a pre-cooked bowl of Bolognese sauce and some cheese, opening the meat compartment I grabbed another bowl of minced meat and put them out to thaw. Setting a pot of water on the stove I started the fire and began fishing for the pasta.
“I’m gonna put some music on.” Gavin says.
A piano intro followed by a saxophone starts to play in the background of my living room. Combined with the background noise of a downpour, the music seeps into my skin like water…mmhmmm. The pot whistles and I jerk out of my Zen-like state. I set the pasta in to cook and place the frying pan over another stove and begin to heat up the oil for the meat balls.
Gavin peeks over my shoulder. ”Woo, meat balls. I like those.” He looks at me, his gaze transfers to my chest and then to the meat balls. “And those too.” I blush and slap his arm. So irritating. He skips away to the living room and pours the champagne into both glasses. Taking a sip, he hands me my glass, “Here, let me take over.” Taking my glass, he washes his hands and hovers it over the pan to feel the heat. “Feels hot enough. If it isn’t, we can have it raw,” winking at me. He takes the wooden ladle and scoops a large chunk of the minced pork onto the hot pan. It immediately sizzles and like a junior chef, he presses the minced meat apart, spreading it. I sip my glass. Delicious and crisps. As the music plays in the background, I watch Gavin immerse into his element. His hands moving nimbly, like a conductor in front of a full orchestra ensemble. Gathering the ingredients to produce a masterful piece. Pinching the salt. Grinding the pepper. Tossing the meat. Pouring the sauce. Dripping the olive oil for the pasta. The smell of his cooking permeates the entire kitchen. As I stand there, captivated by his moves, my gaze slowly moves from his arms to his shoulders, down to his torso and rest on his hips. His jeans hangs deliciously on his hips. It makes me want to rest my hands and slowly pull it off him.
“Is the taste alright?” I snap out of my fantasy and see Gavin’s finger covered in Bolognese sauce. “Come on, try it. It’s gonna drip.”
I move toward him and consume his finger, licking and sucking the sauce off. Salty and sweet.
“It’s good.” I speak softly. Gavin eye balls me and turns to resume his “symphony”. I exhale and sudden become aware of a feverish sensation washing over me. I continue watching his skilled fingers as he gingerly drains the pasta and rinses it under the tap. He offs the flame, moves toward me and squats to pull out the bottom drawer to get our dinner bowls. He accidentally, or purposefully, brushes against my thigh when he stands. Electric shocks travel up my leg, my muscles pull together at intimate places. I can’t believe a small touch and my insides are tightening up deliciously. I flush as I watch him empty the sauce into the casserole and the pasta into a serving bowl. “All done. Come.” He beckons with dinner in both his hands and proceeds to the living room. I pick up his glass and follow him in step, eyeing his jeans constantly. So irresistible. I lick my lips. Maybe tonight might not be so bad afterall.
Gavin places the food on the coffee table and I do the same with our drinks. “Help yourself, I needa use the toilet.” I grabbed a bundle of the pasta and pool it onto my plate; using the ladle, I scoop the sauce and spread it evenly on the top. Grabbing the cheese from the condiments shelf, I sprinkle it on my pasta and watch the heat melt the yellow flakes into a sticky appetizer. The mixture of melted parmesan and cooked tomato sauce makes my stomach grumble. I stab the fork in my pasta and twirl it, bringing it to my mouth, I devour it, like famine hit us yesterday. The flavour floods my mouth as I chew. Mmmhmm. Not caring the way I look, I continue munching away the pasta. The sauce. The cheese. The meat balls. Warm food in my belly, Kenny G as background music, on a cool rainy evening at the comfort of my own home. Bliss.
“How’s the pasta?” Gavin walks down the stairs, half naked in sweatpants while towelling dry his hair. Again, his pants are doing that hanging from the hips thing, what’s more he’s half naked. My voice is robbed of me as I stare at his body and watch his hip sway from right to left as he moves down the stairs. His wet hair makes me hallucinate about what he did in my bathroom. I don’t even know if it’s his wet hair or his pants on his hips that makes him so hot and yummy. More yummy than my pasta.
“Haha, can tell that you like it a lot” he smiles and walks over to me. He swipes his finger against my cheek and across my lips, bringing me back to Earth.
“Mhhm, not bad. I think I’ve mastered this dish pretty well.” Licking his finger in approval. He grabs his empty plate and fishes a larger bundle of pasta than mine, and follows on with the sauce and the cheese, just like how I did mine. My capacity to speak was still lost on me, but my motor neurons finally kick in and I continue eating my dinner. This time in smaller bites, nibbling at each strand of linguine. In between bites I peek at his body and blush. He notices my gaze as he wolfs down his pasta. Setting my plate on the table, I take a sip of the champagne to quench my thirst. This would taste even sweeter if I licked it off of him - my inner lust speaks
“So what are we watching tonight?” I croak, still trying to find my voice. Gavin leans back, licking pasta sauce from his lips. My insides tighten further. I want that tongue licking mine – she says
“Hit play. You’ll see.”
As the intro plays over, the title pops onto the screen. Belle époque.
“What’s this show about?” I probe.
“It’s about a soldier who decides to change his mind about his duty and lives with his friend who has 4 daughters. And then, things happen.” He winks at me.
My cheeks redden. I set down my drink and pick up my unfinished dinner and occupy my mouth with the pasta.
As the movie plays on, Gavin places his finished pasta on the table and enjoys his champagne. “More?” Indicating my glass. I nod while engrossed in the show.
Just as the show was developing into the hot, steamy scene, Gavin gathers up the plates and remainder food and proceeds to the kitchen sink. I chase after him, “You cooked. I’ll do the dishes. Customary.”
He nods in agreement, and places the dishes in the sink and gives me space to start washing. I put on the washing gloves and rinse the plates. Gathering the dish washing liquid, I lather the soap and start scrubbing the dishes. I hear the movie stop and see that Gavin has paused the show for me, he puts the jazz music back on, but this time it sounds more sensual and risqué. Gavin wraps the remainder food in cellophane and puts it in the freezer. I watch as the cold air from the fridge puffs around Gavin, like some indecent ice cream commercial. My eyes fixated on him, on his face, his chiselled jawline, firm cheek bones. Realising my entire body has frozen into a statue, I tear my gaze away from this Adonis and continue scrubbing the cutlery. My breathing becomes erratic and I tried calming myself down by venting the pent up energy on the soapy dishes.
Feeling that I’m almost done, I rinse the sponge and gloves, and take them off. Squeaky clean. As I rinse the plates under the running water and setting them aside on the dish drainer. Gavin encircles me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist. I gasp. His warm body pressed against mine. I lean into him, his scent fills my nose, making me heady. His hands slowly move their way to my stomach and down to my hips, ruffling my top. “I saw the way you were looking at me, and I know what you want” he whispers into my ear and gently touches it with his lips. My muscles down there clench, keep going… He then tugs at the elastic band of my shorts with his fingers, pulling them down slightly, exposing the waistband of my panties. I lose my concentration and set the plates down in the sink, feeling his body against mine, immersed in this aphrodisiac sensation. Resting my head against his shoulder, giving him easy access to my neck. He starts to breathe onto my exposed neck, tugging my hair back, he plants soft kisses from my jawline down to the base of my neck. My back arches as my behind grinds against him. Through the material of my shorts and his sweatpants, I could feel his member responding to my touch. “Shall we get you out of these clothes?” he hints as he stretches the material of my shorts.
“Mmmm…”I moan in agreement.
He then pulls my short down instantly, letting it pool at my feet. I step out of it as he continues to caress my neck and belly with his mouth and hands respectively.
“How about this too?” he slides his warm hands up my torso and underneath my top, gliding up against my ribcage.
Like a puppet, I raise both my hands as he removes my top in one swift motion, tossing it aside.
Wearing only in my bra and matching panties, I could feel the water from the kitchen sink spray onto my skin. I watch Gavin’s fingers move towards the tap, wetting his fingers and then turning it off. His moist fingers then move across my skin, tracing my navel to the centre of my chest. He hooks my bra and pulls it down, my breasts pushes up, exposed and vulnerable. He move his other hand upward, and thumbs both my nipples. They instantly pucker at his touch. He cups both my breasts and blows against them gently, his cool breath hardens them further. My fingers find his hair and weaves through it, gently tugging as he continues to arouse my nipples. He begins to pull at my nipples, extending it. With each tug, my body arches further into his palm. I groan as my nipples bear the punishment/pleasure of his deft fingers, making every nerve ending in my body tingle in sweet agony. I moan, my legs clamping together tightly as I feel the sweet sensation all the way down my groin. I am so wet. He pinches and extends my nipples for the last time, stretching them till I could bear no more and releases me. My fragile body convulses and shatters into a million pieces. Oh my… that felt amazing. My legs lose their balance for a moment, but Gavin straightens me.
“How was that?” feeling his grin against my neck.
“That was great. Can I have more?” I sigh dreamily.
“The night is still young.” And he unclasp my bra and throws it onto the pile of laundry.
He hoists me onto his shoulder just as I was able to catch my breath. I yelp again as he spank my bottom and carries me to the sofa. I return his spank, by reaching for his ass and grabbing it firmly. Two can play at that game. Laying me down on the sofa, he examines my body from head to toe. His piercing gaze sends delectable shivers down my spine and my insides start to quiver.
“You have very beautiful skin. I wanna be able to kiss every inch of it.”
His words becomes my undoing. Desire courses through my veins, settling dark and yearning low, low in my belly. He pops an ice cube in his mouth and takes a sip from his glass. He leans into me and kisses me, pouring a delicious crisp, liquid into my mouth. It’s hot and yet chilled, and his lips are cool. Our tongues work together, melting the ice cube, brushing against each other in a waltz. We lick and suck at the ice cube, at each other. Finally when all of it has melted, his tongue finds mine, claiming and possessing me, taking no prisoners. I return his kiss fervently, wanting him so badly that the ache in my groin makes my hips flex upward against his body.
“Boy, you are greedy,” releasing me, he grabs another ice shard from his drink and pops it into his mouth. “I want you to want more.”
He goes down on me, let the ice cube ski across my belly and in my navel. The ice slowly melting in my navel. I am beyond warm – warm and chilled and wanting. Wanting him, inside me. Now.
“Don’t move, or you’ll stain the couch” He warns.
Scooping another cube of ice from his drink he rubs it around my right nipple and tugs the left with his lips. The freezing sensation from the ice and warm wet sucking of his lips is agonising torture as my body tenses.
“If you spill the drink, I won’t let you come.”
“Oh….Please….Gav….Please…” he’s driving me off the edge with his erotic antics.
I feel him licking and circling my nipple. His teeth bites down on my nipple, my hips flex automatically and the melted ice seeps from my navel onto my belly. Gavin moves quickly, lapping it up with his tongue, sucking, kissing and nibbling me.
“Oh, now you’ve spilt it. I guess I’ve got to punish you.”
My breathing is heavy and rapid. All I can focus on is his voice and his touch. Nothing else matters, everything else is blocked out but him. His fingers slips into my panties and I hear him gasp.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and pushes 2 fingers inside me.
I gasp.
“You are so ready. So wet.” He says. He moves his fingers slowly, in and out. Titillating. I push against him, tilting my hips up.
“You are so greedy.” He chides me softly, and proceeds to thumb my clit and then presses me down.
I groan loudly as my body buckles beneath his expert fingers. My body rocks together with his fingers as it hooks and curls my insides. Stroking my G-spot. I find his hand and steady myself to meet his rhythm, while I feel his other hand slip up my torso and cups my breast firmly. I feel the familiar urge building again and again. My grip on him tightens as do my insides. And without warning he slows down and stops moving. I open my eyes and look at him, feeling frustrated that he denied me my release. Oh please, Gavin! I scream in my head.
“This is your punishment, so close yet so far” He grins as he removes my panties and lick his fingers. I blink at him, exhausted, pulling at my restraint, lost in erotic torment.
“Please. Don’t stop.” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please. Gavin.”
“What do want me to do to you?”
“Anything. Anything to make me come.” I plead once more.
“Anything?” raising his eyebrow.
“Yes….please.”
I become a ball of sexual, tense, need. He stares down at me and removes his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his impressive length. I stare at it. Fascinated. Hypnotised.
“Not yet, baby.” He smirks and licks his lips.
I watch as he slurps another cube of ice into his mouth and kisses my lips softly before going down there on me. I feel his cold breath against my sex and he exhales. Inhaling, I close my eyes as he plants soft, gentle kisses on me. Purposefully avoiding my clitoris. His hands presses against my inner thighs, preventing me from folding them inward. I squirm against his strong hands as his kisses become deeper. I take a sharp intake of air as his tongue glides in and circles my inside. Feeling his chilled tongue, inside me, my PC muscles contract. His tongue darts in and out, licking me on the outside and teasing my clit. Together with his thumb, he rubs it against my clit while continually giving me “lip” service. The sensation between my legs starts to build again, hot bloodied lust travels through my body.
“Woooo… don’t stop.” I whisper.
I feel him grin as my body builds the pent-up sexual need to come. My legs stiffen. The moment I felt a small cold object slip into me, my body convulses and I thrust my hips up in reflex. I come apart into tiny pieces, fragments.
My breathing slows down and I open my eyes and look at him through blurred vision. The small cold object still inside me but smaller. I watch as he inserts his fingers inside me again and pulls out what’s left of that object. I wince a little. I came to realisation when I see it, it was the ice in his mouth this whole while that he put inside me. He drops the ice cube into his glass and sits on the couch beside me.
“Now it’s your turn.” Stroking himself.
I crawl towards him, admiring his length. Reaching up and touching him, I watch his expression as I do. His mouth shapes like a letter O as his takes a sharp breath. His skin is so smooth and soft…..and hard......hmmm, what a delicious combination. I flex my fingers and feel the heat permeate from him through my fingers. Leaning in, I take him in my mouth. I suck, hard. His hips jerk beneath me.
“Woooh! Steady there, girl.” He groans.
I feel so powerful, it’s a heady feeling as I tease and test him with my mouth and tongue. He tenses underneath me as I run my mouth up and down him, pushing him to the back of my throat, my lips tight…again and again. He is surprisingly tasty – salty and smooth.
“Shit.” He groans, closing his eyes.
Ha! I can make him come whenever I want to as well. I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. He reaches up and grabs my hair and starts to move.
“Oh….you are really good….at giving….head.” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.
“Ahhh…. Fuck…your mouth feels so good.” Hmmm…I pull him deeper into my mouth till I feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue round and round. Watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing turns me on.
“Esther, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary and filled with salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth…. Oh my.
Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart on the couch because of me, and I don’t care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he gazes at me fondly.
“Christ. Esther….that was…..good, really good.”
I smile and feel a small tinge of pride.
“I think I owe you another orgasm.” He looks appraisingly at me.
Yay! Another orgasm!
Quickly he grabs my hand and the foiled packet from the pocket of his sweatpants and we fly up the stairs into my bedroom. I follow him into my room, eyeing his firm butt. Oh, I so feel like squeezing it. Maybe later when he fucks me.
Opening my room’s door, he pulls me in hurriedly and without closing the door behind him, he grabs my waist and lifts me slightly onto the bed. I watch as he ripped open the packet and wears the condom onto himself. I admire his handiwork. He really is a fine specimen of a man. I lick my lips, remembering a moment ago, my lips were wrapped around his excited shaft. Watching him inch closer, my arousal rises from the depths.
“Now, I want to be buried inside you,” he murmurs, while stroking himself against my clit. I stare down at him, overwhelmed.
He carries me further into the bed till I am fully on the bed and my legs are held up and resting on his chest.
“I’m going in now. Like this…” he breathes and very slowly eases into me.
I groan as he stretches me open, filling me, my mouth hangs open in surprise at the sweet, agonising, over-full feeling. Oh…yes.
“That’s right, baby, feel me, all of me,” he growls and looks at me with hooded eyes.
And he’s inside me, sheathed to the hilt, and he holds me in place, for seconds… minutes….I have no idea.
He flexes and swivels his hips in the same motion, and I groan…. Oh my – the sensation radiates through my belly… everywhere. Fuck!
“Again,” I whisper. He grins lazily and obliges.
Moaning, I throw my head onto the bed and he slowly goes in again. He spreads my legs widely and I wrap them around his waist and he continues to thrust into me. I feel his hips gyrating against me, and I open my eyes in wonder as I feel myself building up to another climax. I watch as he leans forward and kisses down my neck. He supports himself with one hand and the other grabbing, caressing my breast. His mouth moves down and starts to work on my breast. I feel his tongue and lips trace my areola and finally find my nipple. I groan as he pinches it slightly between his lips and I feel it pucker up to his touch. My hands feel for his back, exploring his body and reaching down for his firm ass. His breathing is ragged, matching mine, and I lift my pelvis as he comes down. We pick up the rhythm….in, out, in out….over and over…and it feels so….good. Between panting breaths, the deep down, brimming fullness… the vehement sensation pulsing through me that’s building quickly. He props himself up and I watch him, our eyes locked…and I see wonder there, wonder at me.
He’s mine, and I’m his. The thought pushes me, weighted with concrete, over the edge, and I climax around him….shouting incoherently. He grabs my hips, and closing his eyes, tipping his head back, his jaw strained, he comes quietly. Pouring his warm fluid into me. My legs uncurl and sag to the floor, he slowly collapses onto me. Both of us, overwhelmed, somewhere between fantasy and reality.
“You said something?” Gavin, my boyfriend, enters the living room with 2 flute glasses and a bottle of bubbly.
“I’m trying to wish away the rain. Stupid weather.” I complain.
“Well, let’s make the most of the night,” shaking the sparkling champagne in front of me. “Maybe we could continue watching that movie that we always wanted to?”
At the back of my mind, I envisioned my plan of going out with Gavin to some restaurant or bistro pub. Have a pleasant, quiet dinner on a weekday, followed by a slow walk through my neighbourhood park and then back to my house. But now, I feel like we fast forwarded to the end of the evening and ended up being cooped up facing the 4 walls.
“Sure, why not. I’ll prepare dinner. Help me hook up my laptop to the TV, Gav.”
Getting off the sofa, I head over to the fridge and look through the contents. My parent left for a week of vacation, so they managed to stock up some groceries to help me tide over the week. I grabbed a pre-cooked bowl of Bolognese sauce and some cheese, opening the meat compartment I grabbed another bowl of minced meat and put them out to thaw. Setting a pot of water on the stove I started the fire and began fishing for the pasta.
“I’m gonna put some music on.” Gavin says.
A piano intro followed by a saxophone starts to play in the background of my living room. Combined with the background noise of a downpour, the music seeps into my skin like water…mmhmmm. The pot whistles and I jerk out of my Zen-like state. I set the pasta in to cook and place the frying pan over another stove and begin to heat up the oil for the meat balls.
Gavin peeks over my shoulder. ”Woo, meat balls. I like those.” He looks at me, his gaze transfers to my chest and then to the meat balls. “And those too.” I blush and slap his arm. So irritating. He skips away to the living room and pours the champagne into both glasses. Taking a sip, he hands me my glass, “Here, let me take over.” Taking my glass, he washes his hands and hovers it over the pan to feel the heat. “Feels hot enough. If it isn’t, we can have it raw,” winking at me. He takes the wooden ladle and scoops a large chunk of the minced pork onto the hot pan. It immediately sizzles and like a junior chef, he presses the minced meat apart, spreading it. I sip my glass. Delicious and crisps. As the music plays in the background, I watch Gavin immerse into his element. His hands moving nimbly, like a conductor in front of a full orchestra ensemble. Gathering the ingredients to produce a masterful piece. Pinching the salt. Grinding the pepper. Tossing the meat. Pouring the sauce. Dripping the olive oil for the pasta. The smell of his cooking permeates the entire kitchen. As I stand there, captivated by his moves, my gaze slowly moves from his arms to his shoulders, down to his torso and rest on his hips. His jeans hangs deliciously on his hips. It makes me want to rest my hands and slowly pull it off him.
“Is the taste alright?” I snap out of my fantasy and see Gavin’s finger covered in Bolognese sauce. “Come on, try it. It’s gonna drip.”
I move toward him and consume his finger, licking and sucking the sauce off. Salty and sweet.
“It’s good.” I speak softly. Gavin eye balls me and turns to resume his “symphony”. I exhale and sudden become aware of a feverish sensation washing over me. I continue watching his skilled fingers as he gingerly drains the pasta and rinses it under the tap. He offs the flame, moves toward me and squats to pull out the bottom drawer to get our dinner bowls. He accidentally, or purposefully, brushes against my thigh when he stands. Electric shocks travel up my leg, my muscles pull together at intimate places. I can’t believe a small touch and my insides are tightening up deliciously. I flush as I watch him empty the sauce into the casserole and the pasta into a serving bowl. “All done. Come.” He beckons with dinner in both his hands and proceeds to the living room. I pick up his glass and follow him in step, eyeing his jeans constantly. So irresistible. I lick my lips. Maybe tonight might not be so bad afterall.
Gavin places the food on the coffee table and I do the same with our drinks. “Help yourself, I needa use the toilet.” I grabbed a bundle of the pasta and pool it onto my plate; using the ladle, I scoop the sauce and spread it evenly on the top. Grabbing the cheese from the condiments shelf, I sprinkle it on my pasta and watch the heat melt the yellow flakes into a sticky appetizer. The mixture of melted parmesan and cooked tomato sauce makes my stomach grumble. I stab the fork in my pasta and twirl it, bringing it to my mouth, I devour it, like famine hit us yesterday. The flavour floods my mouth as I chew. Mmmhmm. Not caring the way I look, I continue munching away the pasta. The sauce. The cheese. The meat balls. Warm food in my belly, Kenny G as background music, on a cool rainy evening at the comfort of my own home. Bliss.
“How’s the pasta?” Gavin walks down the stairs, half naked in sweatpants while towelling dry his hair. Again, his pants are doing that hanging from the hips thing, what’s more he’s half naked. My voice is robbed of me as I stare at his body and watch his hip sway from right to left as he moves down the stairs. His wet hair makes me hallucinate about what he did in my bathroom. I don’t even know if it’s his wet hair or his pants on his hips that makes him so hot and yummy. More yummy than my pasta.
“Haha, can tell that you like it a lot” he smiles and walks over to me. He swipes his finger against my cheek and across my lips, bringing me back to Earth.
“Mhhm, not bad. I think I’ve mastered this dish pretty well.” Licking his finger in approval. He grabs his empty plate and fishes a larger bundle of pasta than mine, and follows on with the sauce and the cheese, just like how I did mine. My capacity to speak was still lost on me, but my motor neurons finally kick in and I continue eating my dinner. This time in smaller bites, nibbling at each strand of linguine. In between bites I peek at his body and blush. He notices my gaze as he wolfs down his pasta. Setting my plate on the table, I take a sip of the champagne to quench my thirst. This would taste even sweeter if I licked it off of him - my inner lust speaks
“So what are we watching tonight?” I croak, still trying to find my voice. Gavin leans back, licking pasta sauce from his lips. My insides tighten further. I want that tongue licking mine – she says
“Hit play. You’ll see.”
As the intro plays over, the title pops onto the screen. Belle époque.
“What’s this show about?” I probe.
“It’s about a soldier who decides to change his mind about his duty and lives with his friend who has 4 daughters. And then, things happen.” He winks at me.
My cheeks redden. I set down my drink and pick up my unfinished dinner and occupy my mouth with the pasta.
As the movie plays on, Gavin places his finished pasta on the table and enjoys his champagne. “More?” Indicating my glass. I nod while engrossed in the show.
Just as the show was developing into the hot, steamy scene, Gavin gathers up the plates and remainder food and proceeds to the kitchen sink. I chase after him, “You cooked. I’ll do the dishes. Customary.”
He nods in agreement, and places the dishes in the sink and gives me space to start washing. I put on the washing gloves and rinse the plates. Gathering the dish washing liquid, I lather the soap and start scrubbing the dishes. I hear the movie stop and see that Gavin has paused the show for me, he puts the jazz music back on, but this time it sounds more sensual and risqué. Gavin wraps the remainder food in cellophane and puts it in the freezer. I watch as the cold air from the fridge puffs around Gavin, like some indecent ice cream commercial. My eyes fixated on him, on his face, his chiselled jawline, firm cheek bones. Realising my entire body has frozen into a statue, I tear my gaze away from this Adonis and continue scrubbing the cutlery. My breathing becomes erratic and I tried calming myself down by venting the pent up energy on the soapy dishes.
Feeling that I’m almost done, I rinse the sponge and gloves, and take them off. Squeaky clean. As I rinse the plates under the running water and setting them aside on the dish drainer. Gavin encircles me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist. I gasp. His warm body pressed against mine. I lean into him, his scent fills my nose, making me heady. His hands slowly move their way to my stomach and down to my hips, ruffling my top. “I saw the way you were looking at me, and I know what you want” he whispers into my ear and gently touches it with his lips. My muscles down there clench, keep going… He then tugs at the elastic band of my shorts with his fingers, pulling them down slightly, exposing the waistband of my panties. I lose my concentration and set the plates down in the sink, feeling his body against mine, immersed in this aphrodisiac sensation. Resting my head against his shoulder, giving him easy access to my neck. He starts to breathe onto my exposed neck, tugging my hair back, he plants soft kisses from my jawline down to the base of my neck. My back arches as my behind grinds against him. Through the material of my shorts and his sweatpants, I could feel his member responding to my touch. “Shall we get you out of these clothes?” he hints as he stretches the material of my shorts.
“Mmmm…”I moan in agreement.
He then pulls my short down instantly, letting it pool at my feet. I step out of it as he continues to caress my neck and belly with his mouth and hands respectively.
“How about this too?” he slides his warm hands up my torso and underneath my top, gliding up against my ribcage.
Like a puppet, I raise both my hands as he removes my top in one swift motion, tossing it aside.
Wearing only in my bra and matching panties, I could feel the water from the kitchen sink spray onto my skin. I watch Gavin’s fingers move towards the tap, wetting his fingers and then turning it off. His moist fingers then move across my skin, tracing my navel to the centre of my chest. He hooks my bra and pulls it down, my breasts pushes up, exposed and vulnerable. He move his other hand upward, and thumbs both my nipples. They instantly pucker at his touch. He cups both my breasts and blows against them gently, his cool breath hardens them further. My fingers find his hair and weaves through it, gently tugging as he continues to arouse my nipples. He begins to pull at my nipples, extending it. With each tug, my body arches further into his palm. I groan as my nipples bear the punishment/pleasure of his deft fingers, making every nerve ending in my body tingle in sweet agony. I moan, my legs clamping together tightly as I feel the sweet sensation all the way down my groin. I am so wet. He pinches and extends my nipples for the last time, stretching them till I could bear no more and releases me. My fragile body convulses and shatters into a million pieces. Oh my… that felt amazing. My legs lose their balance for a moment, but Gavin straightens me.
“How was that?” feeling his grin against my neck.
“That was great. Can I have more?” I sigh dreamily.
“The night is still young.” And he unclasp my bra and throws it onto the pile of laundry.
He hoists me onto his shoulder just as I was able to catch my breath. I yelp again as he spank my bottom and carries me to the sofa. I return his spank, by reaching for his ass and grabbing it firmly. Two can play at that game. Laying me down on the sofa, he examines my body from head to toe. His piercing gaze sends delectable shivers down my spine and my insides start to quiver.
“You have very beautiful skin. I wanna be able to kiss every inch of it.”
His words becomes my undoing. Desire courses through my veins, settling dark and yearning low, low in my belly. He pops an ice cube in his mouth and takes a sip from his glass. He leans into me and kisses me, pouring a delicious crisp, liquid into my mouth. It’s hot and yet chilled, and his lips are cool. Our tongues work together, melting the ice cube, brushing against each other in a waltz. We lick and suck at the ice cube, at each other. Finally when all of it has melted, his tongue finds mine, claiming and possessing me, taking no prisoners. I return his kiss fervently, wanting him so badly that the ache in my groin makes my hips flex upward against his body.
“Boy, you are greedy,” releasing me, he grabs another ice shard from his drink and pops it into his mouth. “I want you to want more.”
He goes down on me, let the ice cube ski across my belly and in my navel. The ice slowly melting in my navel. I am beyond warm – warm and chilled and wanting. Wanting him, inside me. Now.
“Don’t move, or you’ll stain the couch” He warns.
Scooping another cube of ice from his drink he rubs it around my right nipple and tugs the left with his lips. The freezing sensation from the ice and warm wet sucking of his lips is agonising torture as my body tenses.
“If you spill the drink, I won’t let you come.”
“Oh….Please….Gav….Please…” he’s driving me off the edge with his erotic antics.
I feel him licking and circling my nipple. His teeth bites down on my nipple, my hips flex automatically and the melted ice seeps from my navel onto my belly. Gavin moves quickly, lapping it up with his tongue, sucking, kissing and nibbling me.
“Oh, now you’ve spilt it. I guess I’ve got to punish you.”
My breathing is heavy and rapid. All I can focus on is his voice and his touch. Nothing else matters, everything else is blocked out but him. His fingers slips into my panties and I hear him gasp.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and pushes 2 fingers inside me.
I gasp.
“You are so ready. So wet.” He says. He moves his fingers slowly, in and out. Titillating. I push against him, tilting my hips up.
“You are so greedy.” He chides me softly, and proceeds to thumb my clit and then presses me down.
I groan loudly as my body buckles beneath his expert fingers. My body rocks together with his fingers as it hooks and curls my insides. Stroking my G-spot. I find his hand and steady myself to meet his rhythm, while I feel his other hand slip up my torso and cups my breast firmly. I feel the familiar urge building again and again. My grip on him tightens as do my insides. And without warning he slows down and stops moving. I open my eyes and look at him, feeling frustrated that he denied me my release. Oh please, Gavin! I scream in my head.
“This is your punishment, so close yet so far” He grins as he removes my panties and lick his fingers. I blink at him, exhausted, pulling at my restraint, lost in erotic torment.
“Please. Don’t stop.” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please. Gavin.”
“What do want me to do to you?”
“Anything. Anything to make me come.” I plead once more.
“Anything?” raising his eyebrow.
“Yes….please.”
I become a ball of sexual, tense, need. He stares down at me and removes his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his impressive length. I stare at it. Fascinated. Hypnotised.
“Not yet, baby.” He smirks and licks his lips.
I watch as he slurps another cube of ice into his mouth and kisses my lips softly before going down there on me. I feel his cold breath against my sex and he exhales. Inhaling, I close my eyes as he plants soft, gentle kisses on me. Purposefully avoiding my clitoris. His hands presses against my inner thighs, preventing me from folding them inward. I squirm against his strong hands as his kisses become deeper. I take a sharp intake of air as his tongue glides in and circles my inside. Feeling his chilled tongue, inside me, my PC muscles contract. His tongue darts in and out, licking me on the outside and teasing my clit. Together with his thumb, he rubs it against my clit while continually giving me “lip” service. The sensation between my legs starts to build again, hot bloodied lust travels through my body.
“Woooo… don’t stop.” I whisper.
I feel him grin as my body builds the pent-up sexual need to come. My legs stiffen. The moment I felt a small cold object slip into me, my body convulses and I thrust my hips up in reflex. I come apart into tiny pieces, fragments.
My breathing slows down and I open my eyes and look at him through blurred vision. The small cold object still inside me but smaller. I watch as he inserts his fingers inside me again and pulls out what’s left of that object. I wince a little. I came to realisation when I see it, it was the ice in his mouth this whole while that he put inside me. He drops the ice cube into his glass and sits on the couch beside me.
“Now it’s your turn.” Stroking himself.
I crawl towards him, admiring his length. Reaching up and touching him, I watch his expression as I do. His mouth shapes like a letter O as his takes a sharp breath. His skin is so smooth and soft…..and hard......hmmm, what a delicious combination. I flex my fingers and feel the heat permeate from him through my fingers. Leaning in, I take him in my mouth. I suck, hard. His hips jerk beneath me.
“Woooh! Steady there, girl.” He groans.
I feel so powerful, it’s a heady feeling as I tease and test him with my mouth and tongue. He tenses underneath me as I run my mouth up and down him, pushing him to the back of my throat, my lips tight…again and again. He is surprisingly tasty – salty and smooth.
“Shit.” He groans, closing his eyes.
Ha! I can make him come whenever I want to as well. I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. He reaches up and grabs my hair and starts to move.
“Oh….you are really good….at giving….head.” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.
“Ahhh…. Fuck…your mouth feels so good.” Hmmm…I pull him deeper into my mouth till I feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue round and round. Watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing turns me on.
“Esther, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary and filled with salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth…. Oh my.
Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart on the couch because of me, and I don’t care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he gazes at me fondly.
“Christ. Esther….that was…..good, really good.”
I smile and feel a small tinge of pride.
“I think I owe you another orgasm.” He looks appraisingly at me.
Yay! Another orgasm!
Quickly he grabs my hand and the foiled packet from the pocket of his sweatpants and we fly up the stairs into my bedroom. I follow him into my room, eyeing his firm butt. Oh, I so feel like squeezing it. Maybe later when he fucks me.
Opening my room’s door, he pulls me in hurriedly and without closing the door behind him, he grabs my waist and lifts me slightly onto the bed. I watch as he ripped open the packet and wears the condom onto himself. I admire his handiwork. He really is a fine specimen of a man. I lick my lips, remembering a moment ago, my lips were wrapped around his excited shaft. Watching him inch closer, my arousal rises from the depths.
“Now, I want to be buried inside you,” he murmurs, while stroking himself against my clit. I stare down at him, overwhelmed.
He carries me further into the bed till I am fully on the bed and my legs are held up and resting on his chest.
“I’m going in now. Like this…” he breathes and very slowly eases into me.
I groan as he stretches me open, filling me, my mouth hangs open in surprise at the sweet, agonising, over-full feeling. Oh…yes.
“That’s right, baby, feel me, all of me,” he growls and looks at me with hooded eyes.
And he’s inside me, sheathed to the hilt, and he holds me in place, for seconds… minutes….I have no idea.
He flexes and swivels his hips in the same motion, and I groan…. Oh my – the sensation radiates through my belly… everywhere. Fuck!
“Again,” I whisper. He grins lazily and obliges.
Moaning, I throw my head onto the bed and he slowly goes in again. He spreads my legs widely and I wrap them around his waist and he continues to thrust into me. I feel his hips gyrating against me, and I open my eyes in wonder as I feel myself building up to another climax. I watch as he leans forward and kisses down my neck. He supports himself with one hand and the other grabbing, caressing my breast. His mouth moves down and starts to work on my breast. I feel his tongue and lips trace my areola and finally find my nipple. I groan as he pinches it slightly between his lips and I feel it pucker up to his touch. My hands feel for his back, exploring his body and reaching down for his firm ass. His breathing is ragged, matching mine, and I lift my pelvis as he comes down. We pick up the rhythm….in, out, in out….over and over…and it feels so….good. Between panting breaths, the deep down, brimming fullness… the vehement sensation pulsing through me that’s building quickly. He props himself up and I watch him, our eyes locked…and I see wonder there, wonder at me.
He’s mine, and I’m his. The thought pushes me, weighted with concrete, over the edge, and I climax around him….shouting incoherently. He grabs my hips, and closing his eyes, tipping his head back, his jaw strained, he comes quietly. Pouring his warm fluid into me. My legs uncurl and sag to the floor, he slowly collapses onto me. Both of us, overwhelmed, somewhere between fantasy and reality.
Mei
- 16.01.2022
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