Savoring Your Want of Me (Part III)

bed boy

You continue to move your cock inside of me.

My body responds and I sway with you.

Our motions hasten.

Put your lips on my neck.

And suck.


Leave your mark on me.

As I ride the crest of my orgasm,

Scratch painted nails down your back.

Your body spasms, but not from pain.

My hands seek your hair and my lips light on your neck.

I say your name with such delight it almost scares you.

I tell you to never,


Savoring Your Want of Me (Part II)

bed boy

Your hand glides down my waist to my thigh.

You lift my leg and wrap it around you.

There is a tingling sensation in my sex.

I lean my face into your neck.

You kiss me again.

I ask to lie with you in bed.

You oblige.

We remove our clothes and begin to explore.


With hands, mouths and tongues.

You become harder.

For me.

I swell, open and become wet for you.

Before you enter me, you ask if I love you.

I reply, more than I ever have before.

You plunge into me, and all that matters is…


Savoring Your Want of Me

bed boy

Tender lips on mine.

My hands caress your sides.

I bestow a bite on the neck.

You return the favor.

I pull you close.

Feel the hardness of your cock pressed against my thigh.

You slide your hands up to my breasts, cup them gently.

Nipples rise at your touch.

Slide your tongue in and out of my mouth.

I catch it gently in my teeth.

You move your hands into my hair, pull lightly.

Keep kissing me as I grab your erection.

You moan your need of me.

I savor your want of me, my want of you.

The Clink of Glasses


Busy Friday night at the local pub. The patrons are packed in like sardines. Music fills the room, but all that can be discerned by the lovers is the bass beat. There’s conversation, the clink of glasses, and laughter. Tendrils of smoke rise from various locations in the bar. Maggie takes a drag on her smoke and the tip glows a brilliant red. She holds it to Ian’s lips, he takes a pull and blows the smoke above her head. Each take a sip of their drink. Vodka and tonics on a hot summer night. They feel so lucky to have gotten a corner booth.

They snuggle in close and finish their cigarette. Sip their ice cold beverages. Feel the gentle buzz of the alcohol. A blush comes to Maggie’s cheeks as Ian lazily kisses her neck.

“Woman, I could take you right here,” he whispers, “Do you think anyone would know?”

She turns and smiles slyly. “Why don’t you try it and see?”

Ian places his hand on her knee and lets it travel up her thigh. She hikes up her skirt.

“You are a devil, my love. A red-headed devil.”

His hand is underneath her skirt and he finds she doesn’t have on panties. He touches her with no restrictions. Or fear. He is so happy. Maggie touches Ian through his jeans, then unzips them. She traces his rigid cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Ian leans his head back and groans. Maggie looks around to see if anyone notices. No need to worry though, it’s so loud in the pub that no one can hear him. She keeps touching. Discovering. He slides two fingers in between her petals. She is wet, open, and ready.

Ian’s thumb finds her clit. Works it in a circular motion. Maggie pushes her lower body into his hand. She wants to feel, all of him. Her hand goes to her mouth to stifle her moans. Her body rocks back and forth. She leans forward and kisses his lips. Their tongues meet and she swears she sees stars. When she begins to ride the crest of her orgasm, she grabs a hold of his shirt. Her cry of pleasure fills his mouth. Ian grins and sucks her tongue.

“Cum for me baby. Cum.”

“I am. Don’t you dare stop those fingers of yours. Don’t you dare.”

He moves them faster and she explodes everywhere. It’s all she can do to keep from screaming. His hands are so gentle but knowing. Her nectar is all over his fingers. He withdraws his hand and places the tips of them to his lips. He sucks the sweetness of her. Then places the fingers in her mouth. They share her taste. The intimacy of the act excites him even more.

Will you fuck me Ian? Right here?
I don’t know if we can pull it off my love.
Try me.
Maggie slides the table forward a couple of inches. She leans up slightly and sits on Ian’s lap. As she nestles in, Ian places his cock inside of her. They move the table back, so Maggie has something to hold onto. He wraps his arms around her waist and they begin to move in tandem. She leans back against Ian’s chest and keeps up with his gentle rocking. He bites her neck. Leaves his mark. Calls her his whore. She smiles, because she knows she is. She feels no shame in it.
They move faster. Enjoying the moment. Their eyes dart around the bar to see if anyone know what they’re doing. The patrons don’t have a clue. It’s dark, smoky, and the music is still playing. Maggie and Ian keep fucking. She holds on to the table and their drinks slosh with their movement. It makes her giggle, but they don’t stop. Let the drinks spill. Let them.
Cum for me Maggie.
Make me, Ian. Make. Me. Cum.
He tells her to lean forward and she does. It’s then she feels her orgasm begin. Ian fingers her pretty pearl. With his fingers and cock he brings her to the edge and she falls over it. She puts her hand to her mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure. Plants her feet on the floor and pushes her pussy down onto him. His cock hardens even more.
Baby I am so damn close.

Please, cum inside of me. Empty yourself into me.


Maggie reaches down to feel Ian’s hand. To touch him. She caresses his balls and finds that they are tightening up. He pushes as hard as he can into her. Moving faster he begins to moan. Maggie looks around, they are still being completely ignored by the crowd. He pulls her against him and his body stills. The only thing she feels is the twitching of his cock inside of her. He fills her. Why she likes it so much, she has no idea.

As Ian’s dick softens and falls out of her, they catch their breath. Maggie doesn’t want to move. She wants to stay where they are. Even in the middle of a crowded bar she wants to bask in the afterglow. She shifts forward and puts his underwear back in place. Then turns sideways and lowers her skirt. She continues to sit on his lap. Leans forward and grabs his drink for him. He tastes it. It’s warm and wet. Like Maggie. But he drinks it anyway. With her still on his lap, he waves over a waitress and orders them another round. As she walks away, Maggie leans her head on Ian’s chest. She catches the aroma of their coupling. He brushes her forehead with a gentle kiss.

“I love you girl.”

“Love you too baby.”

Their next round of drinks are delivered. They clink glasses in a silent toast and drink in the coolness of the vodka with lime and tonic.

Picture It and Write It-Nectar

I’ve decided to participate in another weekly writing project titled, picture it & write it. It  is sponsored by authors Ermilia and Ermisenda. There aren’t a lot of restrictions, but it’s important for me to keep the story short and descriptive. Romantic, sexy and yes, a little dirty. Let’s give it a go.


He kisses the valley of her sex. She opens for him. Warm breath entices her to touch herself. He playfully bites the orifice of her utmost pleasure. With the middle finger of her left hand she teases the cleft of pink flesh as he engulfs her pussy with his mouth. She mashes his face into her body. She writhes. He wraps his arms around her legs and holds on tight. His warm tongue darts in and out of her. He lays it flat and laps at her. He releases her left leg and places a finger inside of her. She thrusts her hips forward to feel him. For it to sink in further. His lips flutter around her and he kisses her petals. Their fingers keep a constant rhythm. It brings her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The impending orgasm erupts and brings forth the flood only his mouth and touch can bring. As the tremors subside, he looks up at her. His dark brown eyes search her vibrant blue ones. There is serenity; contentment. With her image imprinted on his brain, he dives in and drowns in her delicious nectar.

The Simple Answer Yes


You bring me to my knees You make me testify, You can make a sinner change his ways,  Open up your gates cause I can’t wait to see the light, And right there is where I wanna stayBruno Mars

The lovers grope for each other in the darkened theater. On the screen before them there are intermittent flashes of light as the actors move about their scenes. The couple pays no mind to what story is being portrayed though. All they know is here and now. Their hands reach for purchase of body parts. Their lips do the same. He kisses her neck. She  pulls his left hand to her mouth and deliberately licks his open palm. She tastes salt and butter from the long forgotten bag of popcorn that lays scattered around their feet. There’s music and dialogue streaming from the surround sound speakers. However, it is muffled by the sound she makes in her throat as he licks then bites her neck.

“You bit me, you fucker,”  she angrily whispers in his ear.

“Would you like me to stop?” , he questions as his mouth hungrily sucks an ear lobe.

“Absolutely not,” she moans. “Keep going.”

She kisses his lips and slides her tongue into his mouth. He sucks it while his hand finds her right breast. He pulls the nipple taut through the cotton of her simple t-shirt. She arches her back to feel his fingers. To feel. More. She reaches for the front of his jeans and feels his fiery need for her.

“Do you want me?”,  she inquires.

“More than you can imagine,”  he states.

“Take me here,” she breathes.

“I’ll take you anywhere and everywhere. You will always say yes to me.”,  he commands.

She responds, “yes. I will.”

She knows she’ll keep the promise.  With all her heart and body she will. He continues to caress her breast. The desire she feels for him spreads to her loins. She feels the flood in her pussy begin. How sweet the ache of want is. She reaches for the zipper of his jeans and slowly lowers it. Next she unbuttons them.  She kneels on the sticky floor and takes his cock into her mouth. His hands caress her hair and he mutters expletives and words of love at the same time.

“Look up at me”,  he says and gently brushes two fingers tips across her right cheek.

Her blue eyes sparkle and dance when she honors his request. He sees this beauty before him, worshiping him with her mouth and he knows, she has no idea of her worth.

“You are beauty. You are warmth. You are mine,”  he murmurs.

Her response to his words is to wrap her hand around him as she tastes his flavor of desire. He leans his head back and feels her mouth. Her hand. The heat of her tongue.

“Damn woman, you are so good to me.”, he says into the dark.

His hands pull her hair gently as he gets closer to release. His body tenses and hips jut forward. It’s all he can do to keep from screaming her name. She keeps working her magic. She is relentless in her pursuit to his end. To his “La petite mort”.  Her hand becomes a blur as does her mouth. He can no longer hold back. His balls draw up and he gently holds her face to his cock. He release his nectar into her mouth. She waits for the last spasm and swallows the salty mixture. He withdraws from her and smiles. He draws her into his arms and kisses her softly on the lips.

Grinning in the darkness he says, “let me take you home so I can fuck you properly.”

She kisses him back while he zips and buttons his pants.

“Love, you can take me anywhere and everywhere. Your answer to me will always be yes.”, she demands.

He responds simply, “yes, it will.”

A Raging Fire, Unrestrained

Tango in San Elmo District

The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we tried to restrain it. 

Giacomo Casanova

The attraction between them started in the pub. The fumbling and groping. The anticipation of ecstasy. He was beautiful. A Greek god. Dark features with a cherubic smile. She was blonde, petite and had a need to sin. He touched her hand when he asked if he could buy her a shot. The current flowed from his palm and surged through the top of her hand. The connection was made.

There were kisses on the lips in the darkness of the bar. Bluesy music set the mood and they danced where they stood. Their bodies melded. Red light reflected the want on their faces as their bodies swayed to the heavy bass beat. She kissed his neck and he whispered, “I want to take you right here, in front of everyone in this room.” The urgency in his voice made her sex tingle and her breasts heave. “Do you live close by?” she sighed in his ear. “Yes Love,” he replied.

They made their way back to the bar and slammed another shot. For courage and warmth. Then they stole out of the pub into the cold and snowy night. They paid no mind to the temperature. Their internal fires kept them warm on the short two block walk to his basement flat. As they entered the domicile, they began kissing. Removing clothing. Their tongues pressed together, searching for the secrets only new lovers can discover. After he removed her shirt and bra, he pressed his naked chest against hers. She sighed at his heat. The closeness of him.

He pushed her across the living room toward his bedroom. The only illumination was a gas powered fireplace. They stopped to stand in front of it. To feel its warmth. He pushed her away from him and traced his lips with the softness of butterfly wings down the middle of her breasts. She shivered and sighed. They continued their journey toward his room. They never stopped touching. Discovering. Feeling. She needed this so badly. Needed to feel sexy and beautiful. Desired. It had been so long.

Just before they landed in his bed, he removed her skirt. Then his pants. Their underwear followed and they stood naked in the darkness of his room. She felt the edge of the bed with the back of her calf. He lowered her onto it. It barely registered in her mind that the bed was twin sized. She told him, “Love me, ravish me, fuck me.” He answered, “I will do that and so much more.” She smiled and was happy they were in a small bed.

They lay together in a tight embrace and their kisses continued, the eager probing and exploring of their tongues echoed by their hands darting across their bodies, stroking, grabbing. Their sighs merged in their joined mouths and she clasped his head with both hands, savoured the taste of his mouth, the pleasure of sharing herself with him.

Doubt crossed her mind briefly as he broke the kiss and backed away – was he changing his mind? was he regretting taking her home? Was he about to ask her to leave? – but a hungry, cheeky grin filled his face as he traced kisses along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. She leant her head back, surrendered to him, and his lips, his teeth, returned to her neck, to nuzzle and graze at her.

His hands found her breasts and he cupped them, teasing at her nipples with his fingers, drawing gasps from her as she hardened beneath his touch. How had she gone so long without feeling that heat inside her, that fire that his fingers ignited? “Your breasts are perfect,” he breathed as he trailed kisses across her chest, and he brought her curves together to run his tongue along her cleavage.

He raised a leg over hers, his knee nudging her thighs apart, but she needed little persuading. Her legs welcomed him, offering her moist lips to him and as he sucked eagerly, forcefully at first one nipple and then her twin, he brought his hips closer to hers. Her thigh was between his now, she could feel the size of his erection against her, the sticky dampness as the first droplets of pre-cum formed at the head and dripped onto her. She dropped her hands to his back, skimmed the length of his ribs back and forth like a concert harpist before returning to his shoulders. Her fingers flexed against him leaving tiny marks in his skin that made him breathe in with a hiss of painful pleasure. He shifted his weight again, lay between her legs.

He touched her sex gingerly at first. The bud of her clit quivered and her essence began to flow. His fingers became more sure. More steady. He inserted one finger between her petals. She arched her back to feel, more. He placed another. Then another. And then four. She was sopping wet. Her moans more pronounced. He smiled in the dark. A tear trickled from her eye as she writhed with want. He chanced to put his hand inside of her. To bring her to a place she’d never been. He turned his hand, made a fist and plunged it into her.

No one had ever dared touch her like that before. She moved her body to meet the need. She began to moan. The sound was primal and she lost her mind. The orgasm that awaited her was like no other she had ever felt. The vibration began in her sex, but moved to every cell of her body. She was awake. Her soul was aware. And she came with the sound of angels, with the sound of devils trailing close behind. He felt triumphant. Like he’d conquered the world. She screamed his name into the darkness. And then she came. Again.

He let her rest, but all the while he was smiling. As he removed his fist from her pussy, she shivered in the darkness. He laid his head on her thigh. “Sweetheart come lay by my side”, she said. He gladly obliged and moved up the length of her body. She felt safe with him. Why, she didn’t know.

She knelt between his legs. Kissed the spot where his thigh connected to his pelvis. He moaned his need for her. She reveled in it. She wrapped her hands around his ample cock. Felt the pre-cum flow. She moved her pretty mouth over the opening and tasted him. “Yum,” she whispered airily. “Fuck,” he breathlessly exclaimed. She kept sucking. Kept tasting. Salt. And so much more. Her mouth moving up and down. Slowly. So slowly. He thrust upward to meet her hungry mouth. To give her more of him. His warmth. His tumescence. “My God, the taste of you.” Sweet, yet salty.

She looked up at his face through the fallen strands of her blonde hair, saw his head leant back, his eyes squeezed shut, and knew that he was close. His prick twitched in her mouth, his hand clasped the sheet next to him as he let out a deep moan of impending ecstasy. She ran her mouth along his shaft again, withdrawing until just her lips nuzzled against his pink head. His slick juices mingled with her saliva, the cocktail coating his cock, his balls, her hand, her lips, her tongue. She anticipated the pulse of his cum on her tongue, on the back of her throat, and the expectation drew more wetness from her. But as he opened his eyes, as their gaze met, she knew she had to have him inside her. It had been too long.

She lifted away from him, laid alongside him, and with a smile he understood her desire. He lay between her legs again, but this time they were kissing deep and hard, her fingers scratching against his back as he stroked the hair away from her face. “Please,” she shamelessly begged him, “please just fuck me,” and again their eyes met as he took his firm shaft in his hand. Her legs parted further and he nudged at her clit before effortlessly guiding himself between her slick lips.

He gasped at the sublime sensation of her muscles clenching around him, and for a moment he felt that he would cum, but he resisted the impulse, began a slow rhythm. Their lust caused their thrusting, heaving hips to quickly gain pace though, and in just a few seconds he was fucking her hard, his pelvic bone crashing against hers, their hips slapping noisily together, as the force of their desire increased. Her high shrieks combined with his deep grunts and his breath hissing through clenched teeth, as the room filled with the unrestrained voices of their lust. His breaths quickened, his mouth fell open, and his eyes wordlessly asked her.

“Come on me,” she gasped, and after one final deep thrust, he withdrew from her. He knelt between her legs, his hand a blur as he palmed his shaft towards his release. Her fingers reached down to her clit and the frantic strokes of her hand matched his. “Fuck yea,” he managed to pant before his hand froze, held his cock still, and he leant forward. The tip of his cock brushed against her navel, and with a deep gasp of satisfied release, he pumped at his shaft, his hot, fresh cum spurting onto her stomach and breasts. He milked his cock, drawing every last drop onto her, and with a shriek, that dizzying wave of intense energy overtook her.

He fell exhausted onto her quivering body and took her in his arms, holding her tight as the sticky warmth of his cum covered them both.

“That was so intense,” she gasped as her breath returned, “why have I waited so long?”

He smiled, kissed her forehead. “Because we’ve only just met.”

**Special thanks to The Reclining Gentleman for this erotic duet. I’ve never done this before, and he guided me on the journey quite well. I’m so glad he’s the one that took my cherry. I’m hoping that this is the beginning of a beautiful writing relationship…**

A Beautiful Blogger Award for Me? Why Thank You.


I was nominated for the Beautiful Blogger Award by a sweet man named Benjamin at Expressions of My Life-An Evolution of Art. He and I have become fast friends over the gorgeous artwork, words, photos, and music that he posts. He makes the nicest comments on my silly posts and stories. He wows me with his work and I adore his candidness. I like a person that’s not afraid to say what they feel and feel what they say. I think I kinda do that myself.

Now, seven random bits about me:

1. I’m better friends with men than I am with women.
2. I love easily, but I’m very selfish.
3. I’d never written anything until January 4, 2012. I hated English when I was a kid. Hated school. ADHD.
4. I used to be morbidly obese.
5. I love pin up girls and I love wearing pin up style clothing.
6. My idol is Marilyn Monroe. I do believe her heart beats in my chest. I do.
7. If I could I’d have a 1/2 sleeve tattoo on the upper part of both arms. One of Jack Skellington on my left calf and Marilyn on the right thigh.

*Bonus (because I like to talk about myself): I’ve had the pleasure of being friends with some beautiful gothic princesses. I would give anything to be a tatted up goth. Every damn day for the rest of my life. It has less to do with being emo and the music. And more to do with an attitude and clothing.  Give me a tatted up pompadoured prince, or a tatted up Bettie Page look alike and I’m in Heaven. Giggle.

Next I nominate 7 others. My tastes are eclectic to say the least. Who knows what I’ll come up with. 🙂 Please check my fellow bloggers out. They deserve a follow or two. By the way, I have many favorites, but my absolute most favoritest ever is t from As Long as I’m Singing. Follow him. I swear you will not be sorry. His journal entries and fictional stories will move you like no other writer will. I know he’s going to kick my ass for the nomination and talking him up so much, but he should know by now I do whatever in the hell I want. Hahahahahahaha! Seriously, go follow him now.

As Long as I’m Singing

Palestine Rose

Edward Hotspur

Toe Mail

A Sexual Being

The Other Side of Ugly

Hasty Words

*Bonus nomination (because I do what I want!): BoomieBol

I could tell you why I nominated these fine bloggers but what’s the fun in that go see what their doing and give them so WP hugs!!!
Thank you and good night!! Ah hell, who am I kidding. I’ll be up half the fucking night writing and reading. (See Benjamin, I told you I’d say fuck at least once. Oops, I just said it twice. Giggle, snort!


Sparkly Girl

Blue Sapphires and Salt of the Sea-Part III


It is not sex that gives pleasure, but the lover.-Marge Piercy

Looking into her eyes, he asks, “Are you okay?”

She shyly replies, “Of course I am. Sometimes, I just lose myself though. It’s as if there’s some sort of “soul” to my orgasms, some other power besides mere pleasure.”

Holding her close, he breathes in the scent of her hair. She’s familiar. Warm. She cares. They have an undiscovered history. He wants her, and she, him. Why this insatiable desire? He’s not sure.

Sitting up, she grabs the discarded sheet, while making sure to put the comforter around him so that he isn’t chilled. “It is winter after all,” she thinks to herself as she wraps the sheet around herself and gets out of bed saying, “I’ve got to pee and grab something from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

He smiles contentedly at her when responding, “I’m not going anywhere love,, take your time.”

Smiling, she stumbles back to the bed to give him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He hears the rush of water as she turns on the faucet to wash her hands. He laughs to himself because he can hear her humming. Then she starts outright singing. Hearing his laughter, she yells “Hey, don’t make fun of my singing! I used to be good, once upon a time,” as she grabs a bottle of wine from the fridge.

He responds with, “you still are good.”

Uncorking the bottle, she walks back to the bedroom and stands in the doorway for a moment. With the light hitting her just right, he suddenly sees her as she used to be when first they met. With his realization, she blushes.

“Come back to bed love,” he whispers.

“I would like nothing better than to do just that,” she responds urgently.

She slides in next to him, and hands him the bottle, a sweet red wine. Perfect. He drinks greedily and then holds the bottle to her mouth while carelessly wiping his chin. She swallows the nectar and swears she can feel the warmth of its buzz spread throughout her body almost instantly. He drinks again before she takes the bottle and places it on the nightstand, after another long pull herself.

Smiling at each other, they kiss and taste the wine on each other’s tongues. She feels his cock harden against her thigh. the kisses become deeper, longer. He places his hand on her left breast and dips his head to taste her erect nipple. She arches her back as her pussy begins to swell and dampen with desire.

Placing her mouth up against his ear, she whispers, “Fuck me.”

He places his mouth on hers and asks, “Why do you want me?”

In response she reaches down between his legs and roughly grabs his hardened organ while saying, “Because I can make you feel like this.”

Sitting up, he leans his back against the headboard as he replies, “You make me feel so much more than just that. You make me feel like I am more, can be more.”

She smiles as she places her legs on either side of his hips and hovers over him momentarily, slowly brushing her clit against his tip in invitation. She kisses him passionately as he enters her.

“I’m going to fuck you slow,” She grunts.

“I’ll let you, for now”, He moans in response.

Moving slowly back and forth, she places her right hand under his chin while almost jamming her tongue into his mouth. He sucks it, while trying to make her move faster. She resists and changes rhythm, starts sliding up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he says.

“So are you,” she coyly says in rhythm to her motions.

Feeling her pulsing tightness slide up and down his shaft, he can’t stand it anymore, and flips her back onto the bed. He waits a moment before mounting her, thrusting hard, because he knows that’s this is the only way she can truly cum.

“I remember you now,” he pants, “Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I remember,” She says in between breaths, her breasts swaying with each hit, “I always loved fucking you.”

Feeling her orgasm crest, he slams into her with each word said, before leaning over and kissing her neck, just before she pulls his hair and screams his name. Her pussy clamps down and holds his cock inside of her as she writhes through another orgasm. He keeps up the constant stroking. In, out. In, out, as she makes sure to move her hips in time with his.

He implores, “Baby, slow down. You’ll make me cum.”

But she only responds with “I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum again.”

“Then cum for me love.”

And she does, while being paralyzed by the force of it. Tears leak from her eyes. Showing concern, he slows his movements.

“Don’t you dare stop, I’m not done yet,” she replies.

Her body relaxes as he keeps moving in and out of her. Pinching his nipples, she smiles as he lets out a gasp.

“Do you want to cum inside of me? Is that what you want?” She asks.

He can barely utter the word, “yes.”

“Then do it.”

Grabbing him, she lays him down and climbs back on top of him. She starts to move slowly again, placing her hands in her hair and leaning back while she grinds. He pushes her hips down as far he can, make her move faster. She reaches behind and begins to caress his balls, feeling that they are drawing up. Getting tighter. She smiles because she knows he is so damn close.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me,” She murmurs.

He lets out an intense sound of pleasure, like she has never heard before. It is like music and primal all at the same time. He shudders and releases his essence into her. Laying her body against his, he lazily wraps his arms around her, while caressing the length of her back. She rolls to one side and gently places her hand over his heart. She feels it begin to slow. Though it is warm, he picks up the bottle of wine, leans up and takes a drink. He holds it for her as she takes a sip as well. After he places it back on the nightstand, she leans up on one elbow. Looking him in the eyes, she smiles, while kissing his lips, cheek and forehead and touching his face.

“Can we do it again?” she asks.

He grins and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear before saying, “again and again. For as long as you’d like, love.”

Blue Sapphires and Salt of the Sea-Part II

“We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other.” – Luciano De Crescenzo

He told her it was her turn to feel his hands on her body. To taste his kiss. And the warmth of his tongue on her breasts, stomach and clit. He held out his hand. She placed her smaller one in his. His palm felt rough; warm. She felt connection, protection, and want. She closed the gap between them and pressed her nakedness against his. She wrapped her arms around his body and looked up at him. Could feel his hardened cock pressed against her leg. He smiled and looked at her with eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. It was time for her to swim. To feel the warmth of his sea wash over her. Again.

He spun her around and pushed her playfully toward the bedroom door. She placed her hands on either side of the door jamb,  forcing him to run into her. She released a deep, throaty laugh. He kissed her neck. Her body and sex trembled. That was it, she was his.

He laid her down on the bed.

She said, “love me.”

He kneels beside her and kisses her full scarlet lips. Slides his tongue in her mouth and can still taste his cum from their interlude moments before in the living room. He kisses her neck.

She breathlessly exclaims, “you kiss my neck, and were fucking. ”

He looks up at her and says, “I plan to do just that. First I’m going to taste you. I bet you’re as sweet as your heart.”

He continues kissing her. Her breasts first. She holds her breath. Releases it and sighs. He loves to hear her. She puts her hands in his hair. They travel down to his back and her nails scratch upwards lightly. As he sucks each breast the aureola tighten and the nipples peak. She digs her nails in harder. He bites her left nipple and she cries out. Not from pain, but pleasure and want.

He kisses her belly and she becomes apprehensive. Knows that her body isn’t perfect.

He feels her anxiety, looks up at her and says, “you are beauty personified.”

She relaxes, and all she can say is, “thank you”

His mouth finds her thighs. He kisses them. Licks. Bites. Tastes. Finds she is still the same.

As he gets closer to her sex, she moans and says, ” take me. Love me.”

His mouth covers her petal, and she is gone.

She lays there and feels his warm breath, and his tongue. He lets out little sighs as he eats her pussy.

Tells her, “you do taste sweet.”

She lets go and feels her first orgasm build.

He feels it too and says, “baby, let it come.”

She does. And cries out as her clit pulses. He can feel it on his tongue and he smiles. She becomes so wet and open. He wants to taste more. He doesn’t stop. She cums again. She pleads for him to slow down, but he won’t.

He looks up at her and says, “you are so beautiful when you cum. So beautiful.”

Her breathing is ragged and her mouth dry. All of the moisture in her body goes to her cunt.

She puts her hands on either side of his head as he rolls her hips toward her. Her knees are  close to her face. She can see his mouth on her pussy. Feel his warm and wet tongue.

He looks up from between her thighs and says, “cum for me again.”

As she holds his face in her hands, he kisses, licks, and bites. Her orgasm rises and she cums with such force she presses his mouth to her and screams his name. She doesn’t care who hears.

He lets go of her legs. She is shaking and purring like a kitten. He moves up and lays next to her. Holds her and kisses her forehead. Then pulls the blanket over them. She lays in his arms until the tremors subside.