Verbal Seductions

Her Pleasure (The Sweetest Wine)

“You don’t think things are happening too fast?”

“I don’t think things are happening fast enough.” He kisses her lips and she relinquishes herself in the sweet taste of his tongue rolling gently against hers. Lust spoke volumes that drowned out all of their common sense. They both knew they were moving too fast but it didn’t matter when their skins touched, naked flesh pressed against each other.

“Wait.” It was a breathy command which he heed but for a second before moving on to her neck and drinking of the tender flesh there. Long throaty moans, that seemed to come from the very core of her were the answer to his unasked questions—‘Do you want me to stop?’ The sound of fabric ripping as hands could not find the tops of the hosier fast enough. Nothing barring him from the heat of the summer’s garden, the ripe fruit his to partake of.

“Wait.” A last attempt at deterring him from indulging in the forbidden dance that comes with years of trust and love not a night of undeniable flirting and courting.

“If you want me to stop just say stop and stop saying wait.” The look in his eyes is lingering on annoyance, she was the one who suggested this. He is a man so of course he was down. No words pass between them and his eyes soften. He slips the covering to the side and sets forth to taste the sweet honey dripping from her comb.

His mouth works miracles covering her entire garden from entrance to exit. He laps at her wetness like a kitten to milk before sucking in the covering that protects her treasure giving an even more intense pleasure. Using his mouth he spreads the lips, French kissing the well filled to the brink with her succulent drink.

“Don’t stop.” Barely audible, completely irrational that she would even ponder him stopping amidst him enjoying such a sweet delicacy. The flavors of her making him drunk and heady, forcing him to push further to taste more. She wiggles away from the rapid movements of his tongue. He stares up at her intrigued chasing her as she moves until the game grows old and he locks her in place turning into a vacuum. His mouth seems to become a part of her body as he sucks at the pearl.

The loud screams are sure to wake the neighbors and he couldn’t be more pleased than at hearing her pleas for mercy but he won’t stop until her body quakes and she breaks in his arms. She asked for it so he would give it. He can’t stop now he can feel the pearl swelling against his tongue as he snakes it around it pushing her sensitivity up and down. Her body arches as if she is possessed and possession it is as the pleasure courses through her body not letting up. As he catches every drop as it rushes forth from her aching center. As she comes down. As he gets up. As they stare into each other’s eyes…

“Come here.”

to be continued...