A Fantasy – Part 1

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Screen Shot 2014-12-24 at 12.01.15 AMI wish I could just trace the outline of your lips with my fingers, trail softly along the outline of your eyes, back to your ears, and run my fingers through your hair. I wish I could softly kiss your lips, and gently run my tongue along the inside of them, feeling the brush of your tongue as I seek to have them intertwine. I wish I could slowly unbutton your blouse, as I lean to kiss your neck, letting my tongue trail its way down to where my fingers have opened a passageway to your breasts. I want to caress your nipples, softly, almost imperceptibly, stroking them until they are erect, pushing lightly against the soft texture of your blouse. I see you, sitting there before me, your hair back over your shoulder, your blouse unbuttoned entirely, as you look into my eyes with that wanton look of desire, of admiration, of anticipation of what is to come.

I lean you back on the couch, and pause, pouring yet another glass of wine, turning off the lamp, and lighting the array of candles on the bookcase nearby, and on the sofa table behind the couch. They flicker as I pass, the breeze of my body causing their flames to float with a mind of their own. I unbutton and remove my shirt, and slowly roll yours off over your shoulders. You lift your back slightly to allow me to slide it out from underneath you. I sit on the edge of the couch, facing you, and take you in my arms, holding you close, kissing the side of your face, sensing now the floral aroma of the shampoo in your hair from this morning. I feel your breasts pressed against my strong, broad chest, and I revel in the sensations your softness delivers. You turn your face toward mine, and I kiss you, deeply, passionately, and my hands slip from your back to your breasts, holding each in turn, allowing my fingers to pass over your nipples. I feel a slight intake of air as you inhale when I touch your nipples. I take one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, not squeezing, but rolling it gently, pulling outward ever so slightly. I am kissing your neck, your ears, as my hand rolls under your breast, cupping it as my fingers trace lightly up the underside, and back to your nipple.

I kiss you once again, with deeper passion, and bend my head to kiss your breast. I suck gently on your nipple, letting the tip of my tongue float lightly around in a circle. I feel you press your chest upward to meet my greeting. Your hands are alternately touching my face, trailing across my shoulders to my chest, and you place your hand over my heart, feeling it beating hard with passion’s desire. I suck more fervently now, and my hands make their way down to your pants, deftly unbuckling your belt, as your hips rise to assist me in pushing them downward, toward your ankles on their way to the floor. Your hands grasp my belt buckle and do the same, and I push them down all the way. You let your hand rise across my front on its return trip to my shoulders, and you feel my hardness rising from inside my silk boxers. The feel of the silk between your hand and my manhood is wonderfull.

Wrapping your hands behind my head, you push yourself downward to a reclining position on the couch, then put your hands deliberately on my hips, pulling me toward you. I quickly remove my boxers, and slide your satin bikini bottoms off your ankles, then lift one of your legs off the couch to the floor. Kneeling between your legs, my cock now fully engorged, I take you in my arms, kiss you passionately, and enter you in a long, slow, thrust. You thrust back to meet mine, and in an instant, I am buried deep inside your warmth and wetness. I lay like that, not moving my hips, relishing the sensations of just being inside you, kissing your mouth with renewed fervor, stroking your breasts, your face, your hair. Our hips begin a slow circular motion, not grinding, but greeting each other in a dance of delight. You wrap your legs around my hips, and press upward to pull me in tighter. We share a yearning, a deep desire, and an even deeper satisfaction at our union. Your hands press against my chest, and I lift my chest from yours, leaning on my hands, and I begin to move in and out, with slow, short, deliberate strokes. At the end of each stroke, I press tightly against you, pressing my pubic bone to yours, delivering sweet indirect pressure to your clitoris.

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