Amy was ready. Her face was washed, teeth brushed, and body showered and smelling good from Victoria’s Secret Mango Temptation lotion.
The room lit and scented with warm vanilla tea candles. The bed was adorned with freshly washed sheets. Beside the bed on the nightstand sat a water bottle, bottle of iced tea, warming massage oil, strawberry kiwi flavored gel, and a wash cloth for him to wipe his sweat. Oh, yes, his sweat. He works hard and I love the feel of his sweat dripping on my back, neck, or chest. She loved smiling at him as he moved on top of her while she used the cloth to wipe the sweat from his head and his face. He always smiled back at her when she did that. He loved being touched regardless of what or where the touch was. He was both affectionate and loved to show affection. She liked that about him.
She was a responder and his behavior heightened her reactions. She liked that he was sexually aggressive. He knew what he wanted and he went for it; she never said ‘no.’ She knew he would never do anything intentionally to hurt her. He was very attentive during sex. He always watched her facial expressions when he tried something new. He was able to read her thoughts through her facial expressions and her body movements and her moans. His sexual aggression and knowing she’d never say ‘no’ gave him the freedom to act out his fantasies. She would try almost anything once. It seemed they liked almost everything they tried. They enjoyed experimenting with each other and neither was sexually selfish. They both longed to please each other which made the entire experience more enjoyable.
Harold let himself in with his key, left his shoes by the front door, placed his keys on the kitchen counter, and walked toward the bedroom. He always stopped just inside the door if she was lying on the bed. He’d look at her and smile. “Hey, honey,” his eyes on her body.” “Hey, how was traffic,” she’d say as he began removing his clothes. “Traffic was good,” he’d reply, “I came straight down without any problems.” “Come here,” she said as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He moved toward her and bent down, their lips touching softly, then more passionately as their tongues touched and danced in each other’s mouth. Moaning she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. Still kissing, he stepped out of his pants. Standing up straight his rock was pointing at her through his underwear. Giggling, she stood up feeling the rigidity of him against her thigh. Her arms embraced his neck as his arms circled her waist. His hands moved down and squeezed her ass.
“Mmmm, you feel so good.”
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” she said into his neck.
She let her arms fall so that her hands could caress his body, her fingers made their way into the band of his boxers. She pushed them down and laughed as she had to step back to allow passage over his rock. She bent down and sat on the edge of the bed as she slid them down his legs. He stepped out of them as she moved her hands up his legs, felt his ass, her fingers lightly touching his smooth skin. One of her hands felt along his outer thigh and stopped to hold onto one cheek. The other hand slid upward on his leg toward his balls.
“That feels good,” he said as she cupped his sack and gently massaged them temporarily before moving her hand up his long thick shaft. He inhaled loudly as she rounded her hand around his dick and began stroking him.
“Come here,” he said, trying to pull her up by her shoulders. She muffled, “uh uh,” because her mouth was full of him. He exhaled sharply and tried to pull himself out of her. The hand that was gripping his ass held him where he was. When he moved back trying to move out of her, she moved forward while gripping him. She held his rock with her hand as she sucked up the shaft to the tip. Her tongue flickered around the head. “Okay, okay,” he said trying to pull away from her. She looked up at him, still holding his ass, and smiled at him. She licked her lips before licking from his base to the tip on one side, then down the tip to the base on the other side. She took him into her mouth again as her fingers trailed his taint. She relaxed her throat and took him in down to his base. “Damn,” he whispered. He stopped trying to move away and slowly began fucking her mouth. He enjoyed feeling his tip sliding down the back of her throat. She moved her hand down to his balls and back to his cock; stroking him as she swallowed saliva. She lowered her head a little more as she lifted his rock straight up. She shifted and began sucking on his balls individually before engulfing them both at the same time.
“Okay, damn,” he said. “Stop. I want you.”
(End of Part One)
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