He'd only been inside for a few minutes. Less than five minutes since the door had closed, two of us occupying the remaining flat.
My nerves had time to 'apply heat' and intersect my brain from reaching my mouth "I'll need to find a clean glass".
Wally. My brain knew no man had been left behind, no dirty glass, dish or cluttering buttered-knife in exposed terrain.
It was already too late, it had been too late long ago. Somewhere between his stupid text about elephants with flip flops and his laugh at my 'unlucky socks' socks story over dinner. Anyone else in the flat (had anyone else been there) could state "Lost to him and she didn't even know it" without baring false witness.
Still blind to the glow of passion. North and South a stranger, no way home, no breadcrumbs in sight and almost missed the calm words from behind me.
In my lost moment, he apparently got up! During my, I'd like to say a rare, bungling of a wine request. He'd got up and made a familiar proximity between us, confident intimacy, demanding, controlling and authentic. "You're lost"... my brain had caught up with me "but he is not, and he is searching for you"!
He called my name from his register, I turned around towards him, showing my attendance to him. I noticed his proximity was becoming even more intimate, a brief moment to spare before contact for "oh yes" to sound from my mind.
His whole body hit me before his lips, but the lips came did arrive, it was clumsy )tardiness of the hands instantly forgiven, barely turning up with the rest of the group)! The clumsiness continued as I was being pushed back, the door to the kitchen opened, my shoulder encouraging the door to support our entrance.
Two more steps back and we had settled into our first kiss.
Movement across my body, fabric up and off, soft cotton down and only clearing one foot in before undressing was outranked by fingers sliding into my panties. The kissing and fingers stopped together, both a soft goodbye from my body. He unclipped my bra, while the other hand, still wet from my desire pushed me back at the hip, my hands left his body to feel the worktop.
He had a different plan for one of my hands, by the wrist he controlled it, bringing it up to my bare chest and he squeezed, my fingers his tool. The bra had gone somewhere and somehow since the unclipping, but I didn't care how or where. My eyes closed as he kissed me, leaving me to stroke my pert nipples he got down on his knees, worshipping what showed through the saturated silk.
My other hand joined the hair on his head, my pleasure passing from my tit being squeezed, across my body, through my arm and to my fingertips that combed it into his dark, thick hair.
I anticipated some wetness from my pussy to completely leave, as the panties left their previous charge. It didn't come, the panties stayed, his tongue pressed into my clit, a small jolt of surprise mixed in with pleasure at the lucky accuracy of the move. I got a preview of how his tongue would feel, the sneak preview of the technicolour animation I was about to witness. I desperately wanted to book ticket to the premier. To put it mildy, he was good, to put it accurately, he was "fuck me, I feel like a sexual goddess being worshipped" good! I brought my other hand down as he teased, it was quickly escorted off the premises and back to the allocated territory. It was part of his kink, it made me more turned on learning one of his "requirements"... even more hot... "needs"!
The panties dropped just as my eyes began to open for a brief moment, my sight resting on the quick-fuel Kikkak wrapper, dropped next to the microwave as I had left earlier that evening "you dirty girl" I smirked. My eyelids brought me back to the moment with a gentle close. He traced his hands back up, starting his soft touch at my ankles, then up to my legs. The panties left on the floor, keeping first downward garment for company. The goddess in me had taken over, my femininity on display and ohhh... so-wanting.
Wide and hard against my pussy, with the first pass, no length of his tongue left to waste. His lick the first taste of a dessert we would both enjoy. The firm pulsing back and fourth replaced the full lick, a rhythm of pleasure, pressure, and lord knows how to put words to describe it, it was both satisfying and... woah... calming... at the same time. I thanked my legs for staying strong - now up on my tiptoes, letting the electricity stretch through my body.
My fingers kept grasping his hair, my eyes kept shut, my clit kept attended to. I was on a journey, no light or outside sound coming through, except the sound of my own breath reminding me I how my mouth being open and moaning would normally be embarrassing.. not to the goddess, not to a queen. His tongue's steady rhythm kept the steady pleasure. I was soaking wet when he made a slight adjustment, he moved one of his hands from my butt and brought it just above his well-working tongue. I was slightly upset at the change, but I trusted him and focused on trying not to faint from the pulsing pleasure that was emanating from between my thighs. "Fuck!" His tongue was in the same place but 10 times more satisfying! It was my clit being exposed fully! During my brief 'upset' phase where the hand had moved, his palm was open and against the bottom of my belly, his thumb, his naughty thumb pointing to the floor had lifted the top of my pussy. His tongue was pulsing purely against my clitoris. "10 times" I said earlier, it was now 20 times more sensitive, and I almost bailed, the intensity I felt screaming at me to shut my legs and pause his naughtiness. The sexual goddess in me took me by the arm and led me further towards the intensity, the feeling of ecstasy. I let her guide me from my fear of such pleasure. To keep my legs, body and soul open to this mans treasures! My mind realised, if he was this good with his tongue... my girl how good could he be in bed? If he could fuck me this well too, or I could fuck him this well "naughty girl... naughty boy"! My final conscious thought as my mind began to be truly blown.
I passed through to the other side, all worries replaced by granted wishes, all the way to the destination of cumming hard was clear, the intense rhythm a perfect pace for my journey... I almost slipped, steadied myself briefly, then I left my physical body again, back, floating in the pool of pure pleasure. His hand that was stroking, and the odd intentional scratching of, my leg added a soothing wave to the pool.
I could see rich colours of sensations, each one flowing through and across me as my breathing was picking up, matching the ever faster rainbow passing-by my eyes. His pulsing tongue... his hair hand, my tits feeling amazing in my hands, my goddess within me, I was lost in this moment, with no desire to find a way out, only a fiery desire to stay. To stay with his movements... to stay as my breath quickened further... to stay as my tongue licked my lips... to stay as my teeth to bit my bottom lip hard - seducing myself with this nice touch of delicious pain - ... and to stay as my eyes closed even more...
