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He slowly mounts the stairwell , she is slightly ahead of him.The light from windows brightens her from behind and she is glowing like an angel.He already feels aroused as she is like vision fo pure perfection  gliding over the tiled floor towards the bedroom. They get to the bedroom in silence and stare into each others eyes, no words are nessary as they both feel the attraction , the love in his eyes , show in the form of tear drops, pure bliss Slowly they get undressed  his eyes never leaving this perfect vision then she lays on the bed he watches her for a moment , then follows suit.. She is totally relaxed, one arm cushioning her head, slightly on her belly, one leg bent over the other. His hands tremble as he he reaches to touch her ever so gently.He inhales her womanly fragrance and it starts to arous him. He has waited so long for this opportunity. He leens over and kisses her gently on the arms , moves up her shoulder  then neck till he reaches those gorgeous lips, his body straining to hold the quivering of the touch he so longs for. He moves back to inhale her womanle sent mingled with her sweat . Slowly moves his mouth and tongue to wards her arm pit . o the taste of her sweat is sending quivers to his groin . She lays there staring into space . whats on your mind he thinks ................She lifts her arm  giving him free access to her whole body. He is pleased to notice that she  is totally open to him. Gently he runs his fingers down her side, from just under her breast to her hip. He shivers in anticipation but does not want to rush to fulfilment. He knows this morning is all he will have and wants it to last until the last moment. He gently takes her wrists in one hand and feels her tender soft skin........

 There is the most exquisite feeling rushing through her body, starting at her breasts, streaking like lightning to her groin, while her skin feels as though the lightest touch of a feather would be sweet agony. With that thought tumbling through her mind, she feels a hand slide up from under her breast, cupping her and slipping her nipple between the first two fingers. Ah, there goes another bolt, she can feel herself contracting as it rips through her body. Suddenly the fingers pinch her nipple and hold for a second that feels like a lifetime, her back arches under the sudden sensation as pleasure fills her mind and chases all semblance of rational into the far reaches of her psyche. The pressure lessens but is still there, and as she subsides back on to the bed, she feels a mouth slowly enclose her other breast.  The one hand lightly strokes over her sensitised nipple while the mouth laps and suckles at its mound.  Suddenly the pinching commences again while the suckling feels as though her breast will be swallowed. As the pinching lessens, so his teeth graze her other nipple, tugging on it slightly.  The minute he suckles again, his other hand pinches….then the pleasure is swopped and the pinching and pulling from the hand is lessened but the mouth nibbles a little more.  She cannot help herself and a sighing sob escapes her lips. She can feel the blood rushing directly below her skin, her legs are aching, need courses through her and her legs draw up, trying to massage the area of throbbing, anything, just to lessen it before it drives her entirely insane.

He can barely contain himself, the need to bury himself deeply within her wetness is almost more than he can bear but he needs to wait. He wants her to feel the pleasure before he will allow himself to have that wetness coating him. Her breasts are so full and lush, more than what he can hold in his hand, and as his other hand is still holding hers above her head, he makes do and takes its sister into his mouth.  Her immediate reaction is encouraging and she lifts herself as though offering herself to him. He does not know how much longer he can hold on and is not even sure if he will hear her begging. He no longer thinks of that as he he moves slowly towards her womanhood so smooth the sent so heavenly. He opens her up as she gladly parts her legs for him to taste her sweet nekter of her love hole  He moves up, his chin rasping slightly as he runs it.  He has plans for that delicate opening but not before he has tasted her and investigated it with his tongue.  She is groaning and a sensual sob escapes from her. He cannot resist, and thrusts his tongue in as deep as possible ao what a glorious sensation , she smiles ever so gently a look of pleasure in her eyes , this encourages him even more . He is taken aback as he had thought he would need to coax her but has underestimated her readiness. He pushes two fingers in and moves up to her twins while thrusting into her , he feels her tension up as he hits the spot time and again , his mouth on hers and tongues mingle , he sucks hard on hers to have all of her , she is what his dreams are made of and he is in heavan. he can already imagine what it will feel like when she wraps it around his member.  He moves to her breast and sucks up the milk she offers so eagerly ............

He has left off sucking her breast and moved over her to take possession of her mouth. She is a mess, she does not know where and how she needs him to touch her, she just knows that she needs him to attend to her everywhere at once. She is a throbbing mass of nerve endings, every part of her in desperate need of being possessed.  She wants him in her, but she wants to taste him. She tries to wrap her arms around him and this is the first time she realises that he has her at his mercy,He feels her cum and she begs for more , slowly as she releases he moves down to suck end enjoy every last drop of her nectar.. She wants…she needs…she has to have….oh hell….she can feel herself rushing into the madness that is sensuality.  He fills her senses,  she can smell the muskiness of his pre-cum, she can feel the softness of his skin, can hear his ragged breathing and it sends her to the brink of madness.   She raises herself up in search of his mouth with her own but she meets air.  The reason is soon apparent, he has moved down and slowly slips his tongue into her while he closes his mouth, her clit trapped in his mouth with the pressure of his tongue inside her.  She looses it, bucking from pleasure, not sure if she wants him there because the pleasure is too intense….oh stop, no don’t….just do something, anything, just relieve the ache….cant endure it much longer. She feels the words explode out of her mouth….please, please, now, please, I need you.

He is almost deaf from the sensations running through him, his control is slipping so badly he is no longer sure who is in control – is he her slave to be used for her pleasure or the other way around….he no longer cares just as long as he can take her and possess her.  As if from a distance he hears her pleas, she is almost sobbing with each “please” that escapes her mouth.  He cannot do anything else but submit to her entreaties and moves up, his body covering hers and finally….finally….slips into her.  She gasps with pleasure and then groans with satisfaction.  He feels her contracting around him and can barely stop the same from escaping his mouth.  He starts to gently thrust but she is bucking her hips trying to get more of him.  He hears her whispering oooo ja oooo jaaaaaa  He starts to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusting and each time she sobs “more…harder….”  He cannot control himself now, he is pumping into her like a well oiled piston, as hard and as fast as he can.  Her pleasure, her satisfaction is no longer on his mind. All he can think of is riding her until he cums.  His need is all that he feels. He is slamming into her so hard that he is surprised he has not come out through her mouth and still it is not enough, not fast enough, not hard enough.  His blood is thundering and suddenly he feels himself explode.  He is so sensitive but cannot stop now, he needs to thrust, to plant himself deep inside her, to deposit his seed as high as possible.  Slowly, slowly, his strength starts to wane and he can feel himself squirting and with each squirting he slowly starts to slide into exhaustion.

This coupling has been wild.  Not having the ability to see, not being allowed to touch, being totally at his mercy….and then him taking such care of her, following her pleadings, pleasuring her past consciousness….she cannot help it, she feels his gushing, and has to let go herself or go insane.  She has no sense of anything, not time, not him, she is shattered and it takes a little bit to start to float back to reality. 

When she can think again, she feels him still on her, in her….his own explosion has left him too weak to withdraw and she hears him say “just give me a minute”

He slowly pulls out and in silent whisper tells her she is the one he loves forever and a day.