April

Feeling the length of his naked body next to mine had me heightened with anticipation again. His fingers traced the curve of my hips as they trailed lazily across my skin, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. It was time for exploration, to slowly build the passion, and during this moment I felt like we had all the time in the world.

His fingers were soon replaced with his lips as he began to retrace his earlier trail. Softly he pushed me onto my back as he moved himself above me. Then his mouth was on mine again as he settled himself between my thighs. I was preparing my self for his cock again, but was surprised to feel him move away. He kissed his way down my neck, and down between my breasts before returning to take each nipple into his mouth gently sucking. I arched my body against him in response, my hands in search of his cock when I felt his fingers encircle my wrists and brining my arms above my head.

“Not yet” he smiled at me and continued with his teasing.

I loved the feel of his tongue on my nipples, and couldn’t help but whimper my disappointment when he left my breasts and continued his way down my body, across my stomach and further down as he detoured pass my pussy and down the inside of one thigh, before returning back up the other one.

Smiling up at me from between my parted thighs, I knew what was coming – I wasn’t completely naïve about sex, but was still a bit inexperienced at this point in my life… but even with the knowledge I had and the things I had experienced in the past, nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of his tongue touching my pussy for the first time.

I cried out, as the shock of this new sensation hit me. He gently parted my folds and his tongue went in search of my clit and the pleasure overwhelmed me as my hips instinctively reached out to push against his tongue. His tongue danced slow circles around my clit, teasing me before he would occasionally brush his tongue over it. I was lost in the feeling of it and I brought my hands down from above my head, gripping the sheets each time his tongue caressed me.

My orgasm was building as I tried to grind myself harder against his mouth, and when he gently slipped his fingers into my pussy, I came on his hand. It was sudden and it knocked the breath out of me, but I didn’t want him to stop and I begged him not to over and over again. His fingers increased their pace as did his tongue, and I gave myself over to him and the pleasure he was sending through my body.

I had lost count of the times he had made me cum with his tongue and fingers, and I had soon reached a point where I was becoming a little too sensitive so I began to move away from his mouth. He must have sensed this and his tongue left my clit, but soon replaced his fingers as he delved as deep as he could go.

Reaching down, I gripped his shoulders and tried to pull him back up towards me. He came willingly with a look of what could only be called triumph, and I could only smile at the pleased look on his face, but I needed him, I needed him to fill my body and I told him this. Kissing me again, I could taste myself on his lips but I never thought of it again as he entered me.

There was nothing to think about except the pleasure we were both enjoying, giving and receiving from each other, the way our bodies were locked together and the passion that was ready to engulf us again. I met each of his thrusts, as I whispered in his ear urging him on. It was slow and intense and completely different from our previous time in the shower, we had the time to caress each other, and to learn what we both wanted and needed. We had time to feel the pleasure and not race to the release.

Every now and then, need would win out and our bodies echoed a faster rhythm, but each time he found his self control and slowed us both back down. He began to whisper in my ear, just how much he loved my taste and that he could have spent hours exploring my pussy with his tongue. I couldn’t help but blush as he told me this, and he went on to tell me that the pleasure and the joy we were experiencing was nothing to feel shame or embarrassed about. His thrusts had slowed to almost nonexistent by now as he looked at me seriously.

“I wasn’t embarrassed” I tried to reassure him, I kissed him softly before I murmured that it was the first time any one had ever done that for me.

I was glad to see the serious look leave his face, as his thrusts returned with a more determined pace. My fingers clung to his shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we rocked our bodies together. I was surprised to feel another orgasm burning deep within me; especially after all the ones I had already experienced this afternoon, but I let the feelings wash over me.

We soared together, both moaning out and calling each other’s name in our bliss. I felt his body tense as his cum began to flow and fill me for the second time, and I held him tightly as I cried through my own release. He collapsed on top of me, and I welcomed the weight of his body over mine, as I have always loved the intimacy of this time.

Eventually, as his cock began to lose its hardness we readjusted ourselves and held each other closely. I was satisfied and content – and somewhat exhausted, and we both slipped into sleep as the rain began again.