Pulse_Shield
06-24-2012, 10:05 AM
“Do it.” His voice was smooth as he looked down at her.
“But baby I...” Her voice quivered as she tried to resist him. Her eyes were begging for relief and compassion but he only answered her with the same voice.
“Do it, my dear.” He repeats his stern command. Her eyes turn from him to the myriad of flashing lights from the busy Vegas street below their hotel room dance across the closed curtains. His hands tighten around her ankles as he spreads her legs wider. Her eyes close from her embarrassment as her hands do as they were ordered. He smiles down at her, watching as her elegantly slender fingers begin to spread the smooth folds of her vagina, exposing the rosy pink hidden beneath. “That’s a good girl.”
She only whimpered. He was kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of her as she laid on top of the blue and green patterns of the covers. He was being cruel to her. He kissed her inner thighs, pleased with what he had accomplished with her. She had been forced to wait for him for nearly three months and she had voiced her desires for him over the phone many times and now that they had finally gotten together after so long he was still making her wait. His lips brushed lightly over her purple finger nails that had taken her nearly half an hour to get just right. He watched as her hands strained to keep her outer lips apart as they kept slipping from her grasp with all of her anticipation smeared over them. Oh, she smelled so wonderfully. His tongue flicked at her slit once, twice and again he resumed kissing, moving to the other thigh. More of her anticipation trickled from her and down to the crack of her ass.
“Baby.” She moaned, her voice that of a whining child. “I want it.” He also wanted it. He always wanted it. But this was why he did this now. She always holds out, always has to be in the mood, always has other people near by or they are apart. It was her turn to wait. At least until he could fully enjoy her moans of torture. He slapped her ass.
“You’ll have it my Love.” He smiled up at her. Then when he thought that she would not last another second, his lips clasped upon the rosy pink. His tongue sank into her like the sun into the horizon, slow, steady and continuous. Her ass rose from the bed as his tongue deepened. He could taste how much she wanted him. She was sweet and hot. She gripped the covers below her as she let out a moan. He devoured her slowly, paying attention to every detail and swirling his tongue and clasping his lips over the little orb of pleasure.
“Baby!” She finally gasped as she clutched her breasts with one hand reaching out for him with the other and a rush of fresh hot ecstasy washed into his mouth.
She was shuddering as he lifted her higher into the bed. He could no long prolong his torture, it was wearing on him and he wanted her now more than ever. He kissed her so deeply, the taste of her on his lips and tongue made the kiss that much more erotic. She wrapped her arms around him and did not let go as his knees braced in the soft bed as he spread hers widely around them. He pressed to her and he gasped at her heat. He felt her purple nails cut into his shoulders. He tried to move slow, but the torture was too much for them both and he pulled away from her grasp to spread her legs from below the knees and thrust hard, deep and fast. He watched as her amazing breasts shook, how her once very fashionable hair style was being destroyed by his storm, how her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy.
She could feel him inside her. She could feel how with each stroke he reached her most hidden places. Her hand rested on her stomach to feel him pressing. She would look up at his handsome face but would quickly turn from him, embarrassed still. She was not supposed to be doing this. It had been ingrained in her for so long by her parents and family, that she should wait for marriage. That it was wrong and she would be damned if she did not comply. But he was so wonderful. He even said that he would wait for her sake. But he did not make it easy for her. He enticed her, seduced her, fondled her, until she had to feel what it was like, what all the fuss was about. That was nearly four years ago and even though she has made love to this man many times since, the thought of guilt still lingered.
She heard him moan as she looked at him. She loved the sound of him moaning, she loved how handsome his face was, how his frame fit her every fantasy. He was hers and she his. Again he groaned and she gasped, his voice pushing her closer and closer. “Baby...” She whimpered. She reached up and dug her nails into his chest as she chanted. That was her sign. He thrust faster, filling her, stretching her. He groaned louder for her and her mouth fell open as her head jerked to the side, her body twisting as she pulled a pillow to her mouth to tear at it. He called her name and she could feel his molten cum burst under were she had her hand and flow out from around his member as her body pumped around it.
He lay on her panting. She wrapped her arms and legs about him so happily. He told her how much he loved her and she replied in kind. She looked back at the window when she her breathing finally calmed.
“If I can,” She thought to herself. “I’ll hold out longer next time.”
“But baby I...” Her voice quivered as she tried to resist him. Her eyes were begging for relief and compassion but he only answered her with the same voice.
“Do it, my dear.” He repeats his stern command. Her eyes turn from him to the myriad of flashing lights from the busy Vegas street below their hotel room dance across the closed curtains. His hands tighten around her ankles as he spreads her legs wider. Her eyes close from her embarrassment as her hands do as they were ordered. He smiles down at her, watching as her elegantly slender fingers begin to spread the smooth folds of her vagina, exposing the rosy pink hidden beneath. “That’s a good girl.”
She only whimpered. He was kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of her as she laid on top of the blue and green patterns of the covers. He was being cruel to her. He kissed her inner thighs, pleased with what he had accomplished with her. She had been forced to wait for him for nearly three months and she had voiced her desires for him over the phone many times and now that they had finally gotten together after so long he was still making her wait. His lips brushed lightly over her purple finger nails that had taken her nearly half an hour to get just right. He watched as her hands strained to keep her outer lips apart as they kept slipping from her grasp with all of her anticipation smeared over them. Oh, she smelled so wonderfully. His tongue flicked at her slit once, twice and again he resumed kissing, moving to the other thigh. More of her anticipation trickled from her and down to the crack of her ass.
“Baby.” She moaned, her voice that of a whining child. “I want it.” He also wanted it. He always wanted it. But this was why he did this now. She always holds out, always has to be in the mood, always has other people near by or they are apart. It was her turn to wait. At least until he could fully enjoy her moans of torture. He slapped her ass.
“You’ll have it my Love.” He smiled up at her. Then when he thought that she would not last another second, his lips clasped upon the rosy pink. His tongue sank into her like the sun into the horizon, slow, steady and continuous. Her ass rose from the bed as his tongue deepened. He could taste how much she wanted him. She was sweet and hot. She gripped the covers below her as she let out a moan. He devoured her slowly, paying attention to every detail and swirling his tongue and clasping his lips over the little orb of pleasure.
“Baby!” She finally gasped as she clutched her breasts with one hand reaching out for him with the other and a rush of fresh hot ecstasy washed into his mouth.
She was shuddering as he lifted her higher into the bed. He could no long prolong his torture, it was wearing on him and he wanted her now more than ever. He kissed her so deeply, the taste of her on his lips and tongue made the kiss that much more erotic. She wrapped her arms around him and did not let go as his knees braced in the soft bed as he spread hers widely around them. He pressed to her and he gasped at her heat. He felt her purple nails cut into his shoulders. He tried to move slow, but the torture was too much for them both and he pulled away from her grasp to spread her legs from below the knees and thrust hard, deep and fast. He watched as her amazing breasts shook, how her once very fashionable hair style was being destroyed by his storm, how her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy.
She could feel him inside her. She could feel how with each stroke he reached her most hidden places. Her hand rested on her stomach to feel him pressing. She would look up at his handsome face but would quickly turn from him, embarrassed still. She was not supposed to be doing this. It had been ingrained in her for so long by her parents and family, that she should wait for marriage. That it was wrong and she would be damned if she did not comply. But he was so wonderful. He even said that he would wait for her sake. But he did not make it easy for her. He enticed her, seduced her, fondled her, until she had to feel what it was like, what all the fuss was about. That was nearly four years ago and even though she has made love to this man many times since, the thought of guilt still lingered.
She heard him moan as she looked at him. She loved the sound of him moaning, she loved how handsome his face was, how his frame fit her every fantasy. He was hers and she his. Again he groaned and she gasped, his voice pushing her closer and closer. “Baby...” She whimpered. She reached up and dug her nails into his chest as she chanted. That was her sign. He thrust faster, filling her, stretching her. He groaned louder for her and her mouth fell open as her head jerked to the side, her body twisting as she pulled a pillow to her mouth to tear at it. He called her name and she could feel his molten cum burst under were she had her hand and flow out from around his member as her body pumped around it.
He lay on her panting. She wrapped her arms and legs about him so happily. He told her how much he loved her and she replied in kind. She looked back at the window when she her breathing finally calmed.
“If I can,” She thought to herself. “I’ll hold out longer next time.”