Kimberley’s eyes are hard to read. I want to ask her what she’s thinking, but I’m suddenly afraid of the answer. If she starts throwing the L word around, I’m afraid I’ll panic and say something stupid. Instead of speaking and risking destroying the moment, I lean closer and kiss her again. Our kiss is slow and sensual, the frenzied desperation from before spent, replaced with a sated feeling that tells me we’re going to spend a long time exploring each other, kissing each other, connecting with each other.
Kimberley runs her fingernails up and down my back gently as we kiss. I put my hand on her hip, caressing her with my thumb. I push her onto her back and kiss down her neck and chest. I run my tongue along her stomach, moving lower. I watch as her skin puckers slightly at my touch. I skip her pussy, although I want nothing more to dive right back in there.
I scoot down the bed and pick up one of Kimberley’s feet. I run my fingers over her ankles and up her calf. I take her other foot and massage it lightly and then I run my fingers over that calf and over her knee. I crawl back up slightly and run my hands up her inner thighs. She moans as I lightly touch her, bringing goose bumps to the surface of her skin.
I lean forward and kiss her belly and then her pubic bone, before I finally allow myself to plunge my tongue inside of her warm lips. She’s still so wet, so ready for this. I can taste the need in her juices as I run my tongue over her clit. She gasps as I work her. I lick her slowly, bringing her body to life with long, almost lazy strokes of my tongue. I want to make her wait, make her experience the build up to her climax before she’s plunged right into it. I want her to be desperate for it when it hits her.
I lick through her slit, moving back to her pussy. I push my tongue inside of her, feeling her tight little pussy clenching around it. I move it in and out of her, and she gasps again. I run my hands down the sides of her body, bringing her skin to life again as I continue to tongue fuck her. I move my tongue back through her slit to her clit, flicking my tongue over it lightly.
She makes a whimpering sound.
“Sebastian please,” she whispers.
She starts to move her hips, thrusting her clit against my tongue. I ignore her desperate pleas and reach down from her sides and pin her hips to the bed, holding her still as I continue to tease her clit slowly.
Her pleas become more fevered, she’s practically begging me to give her some release. I smile to myself and up the pace of my licking. I feel her rigid muscles relax as I bring her to the edge. I suck her clit into my mouth, running my tongue over it and pressing it against the roof of my mouth. She moans, a long, low sound, that becomes a scream as I suck harder, finally bringing her over the edge.
I can feel her clit pulsing as I hold it in my mouth. I release her hips and they lift from the mattress as she gasps for breath as her whole body comes to life. I release her clit and move my lips back up her body as she comes hard.
I find her mouth with mine and push my tongue into her mouth. She puts her hands into my hair, tugging it into her fists as her orgasm seizes her. She moans loudly into my mouth and then she gasps in a breath. She moves her head, nuzzling her face against my neck as she pants for air. Her breath sends shivers through me as it tickles my skin.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding herself tightly against me as her body arches, and then finally, she’s still again. She puts her head back onto the pillow and looks at me, her eye lids heavy.
“Shit Sebastian, that was … something else,” she breathes.
I kiss her, stopping her from saying anything else, anything that could ruin the moment between us, and she kisses me back, still holding me against her. I can feel her nipples pressing against my chest and I can feel the heat coming off her pussy, making my cock respond to her call.
I reach down and line my cock up with her pussy and then I push myself inside of her again. She sucks in a breath as I fill her up and she pulls back from me, looking into my eyes, biting her bottom lip.
“Make love to me Sebastian,” she says in an almost shy voice. It’s not like her usual demanding tone that she uses when she wants something. It’s softer; a request rather than an order. One I am happy to fulfil.
I move slowly inside of Kimberley, long, sensual strokes that tease us both, awakening every nerve in both of our bodies. Kimberley wraps her legs around my waist, pushing me in deeper as we move as one. She is wet and slippery and tight and it takes everything I have not to move faster, not to pound into her. I want to make her feel loved, special.
I can feel her pussy starting to clench around me and her body is shaking beneath me as her orgasm washes over her. The slow build up does nothing to spoil the intensity of Kimberley’s orgasm. It floods through her full body, turning her to jelly beneath me as she whispers my name over and over.
I come up onto my knees, holding Kimberley against me. She flops against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder as she experiences a deep rooted pleasure that holds her full body under its spell. I hold her
