December 16, 2013

Slow rapture (a clip from the novel - fiction & romance)

December 2013
“Open up” he whispered gently into her ear, with a breath so warm it trickled down her leg.

The wave of heat slid down her neck, around her breast through her nipple, which she pressed into his soft, wet mouth- one smooth lick, then sharing her bountiful breast with her, their tongues met on her nipple- causing a frenzy.  Devouring, tongues greedily consuming.
Air gust through her lungs, breathing life into every muscle, ligament, joint-  arching her back and lifting- she heard him talking to her, "Just like that. Good girl. Give it to me, Morgan." 
There was an urgency that was begging to be heard.
Her juices were drenching them.
He put his arm around her waste, lifted her, moving her to the floor, without pause or hesitation, slowly.
She could feel him, lightly, barely. Touching the outside of her greedy pussy, full of vibration. "Is that what you want?" He whispered firmly. "Tell me what you want." 

" and give it to me...I want you, all of you. Don't tease me. Stop it." she could barely speak through her moaning. "You stop it." He said playfully as he started to take what he wanted from her, ignoring her requests.

"What do you want from me?" she begged. "Only to make you feel good" he clutched on to her harder, closer, lovingly. 

She wrapped her legs around him, fighting to get to him, as he held her down, she could feel his cock rubbing against her as she barely reached his mouth with her hungry lips.

He teased her and only let her get a little taste before he swiftly went between her legs and fearlessly took her throbbing into his mouth, entirely, ending with a soft kiss that nearly brought her to tears. 

His soft lips, sucking, rubbing, and licking her- wanting every drop coming out of her- he was paying such close attention to her every move, her every silent request. He rubbed his tongue on her clit and smoothly slipped it inside her sending her out of her body-
She squeezed his head between her knees fucking his face until she could barely feel anything, but everything at the same time.

"Yes, Liam, do that just the way I like it, uh huh, don't stop, don't stop!" she moaned his name as she arched her back and rotated her hips, to get more- she slipped from underneath him and took over holding his arms over his head and riding on top of him, slowly while rubbing her breasts against his chest, sliding down until she found what her mouth was crying out for, she gripped onto his pretty penis and put it all the way in her mouth, which was watering for the taste of him, massaging his tip with her hungry tongue, without thought, just moans unable to put it far enough down her throat to satisfy, he pushed himself deep down her throat.

His moans were like music, that took her back to her innocence. She craved to hear them. She would do anything to get to them.

She put his silky dick into her mouth, as it watered for his flesh, until he could take it no longer, she felt a slight twitch and knew he was getting close to exploding in her mouth. He pulled away and searched for her warm, wet and welcoming place.

“I can feel you everywhere- I want more- give me more" she moaned.
'I wanted to be soaked in his sweat, every oil on him I wanted on me, nothing was too much now. Pour it on me.

He knew how to bring her every ounce of what she was looking for, just the idea of it caressed her all the way up her spine so slow and relentless- then rough and resistant- warm and tender then demanding and insistent.

He was inside her veins, in every cell and hair follicle, every beat of her heart resonated with him at that moment. She knew, he knew her body well.
He got her to open herself almost entirely to him- she didn't realize how much until he took his rock hard self into her one inch at a time. Looking at her, making sure she was right there, satisfied completely, and taking it in at that very moment. Waiting for her. Feeling her. Instructing her. She felt something crazy, crazy good, but crazy!
It was as though he was holding her heart in his hands. Literally, she felt this.

Since this tulip, is the knock my pot over onto the ground, fuck me up the ass kind of flower, there is no way to say this while staying in a seductive tone.

Literally, she felt him inside of her heart touching it, holding it with his actual fingers pumping blood through it, pulses conjoined for a moment. Some kind of spiritual, maddening miracle mixed with melting mouth watering molestation. It was almost mortifying, but much too punani pleasing to resist.
He encouraged her, “that's right, that's it- you've got it.” He healed her that day.
The muscles clutched around his Hood, ready to release him- he told her to stay open making her want to cum all over him even more- but without running from him, or the pleasure, but pushing it into him.

He contained himself so well, and let it take him over all at the same time. So unafraid to be himself made him even more seductive, "Am I just fucking you, or am I really in you?" "Tell me." He said while deep in the moment.
"What?" She heard him. But even more she felt him, to the point of the feeling having it's own sound.

 She heard what she was feeling, coming out of his mouth, it muffled the actual words and she wasn't sure if this was real. He was in her.
The both of them now just music in the air, light blurred by feeling and the mist of their sweat and breath and orgasms.

Their mouths joined together with such magical force - calling out like singing, smothering, touching and kissing everywhere. Licking and rubbing, sucking on each other to fill any gaps.
There was nothing between them as they climbed atop each other like primal beings with instinct driving them.

His sound, when he opened himself, was the most lovely sound she'd ever heard. From his gut, from his forever child, from his heart and innocence, from the bottom to the top this man could rally the world with that song. He wasn't holding anything back. It's so hard to describe, but brings feelings of rolling down a hill at the age of 10 and being covered with fluffy flowers, but all grown up and being tickled in your clit,  all at the same time.
She could feel his cum thrust into her like a wave of joy rushing through her. The feeling lasted for the entire night, and into the next day. She could call on that feeling anytime she needed to and it would fill her again, instantly.
Morgan flew out the back door quietly, before Liam had time to notice she had gone. She could hear his taming, un-alarmed voice, "you'll come back to me, you always come back." His faith in her felt like home, as she recalled him saying, "you feel all healed."

***This was inspired as a tribute to our sexual health and beauty, as well as for the women fighting to regain their sexuality following trauma such as mastectomy or sexual abuse; struggling with the almighty orgasm.

A few worthy responses to the story
Female sex therapist and author, Dr. Deb says,
"Very good!  I think it leads the reader to a peak which is just what many readers want in this kind of work-  
I think that women will relate as well as educate men- which is also an important piece in writing like this- just like 50 shades had a lot of education in it about what many women want and how men may want to think about approaching -"
Athlete and Muse for the story,
"Oh my my my...wonderful writing you should write a book you're a great writer"
Male Reader,
"It shows how much it means to you and allows the reader into the depths of your soul. Thank you."


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