By
Prerafaelite ã June 2001
As I melt
back into reality and open my eyes, I turn my head to the French doors. I see
you standing there watching me in my nakedness, a smile of pure indulgence
spread happily across your handsome face. You move into the room and kiss me
hard on the lips, holding me to you in reassurance of your affections. Sitting
down on the chesterfield, you pull me onto your lap and rock me gently,
soothing me back to wakefulness. It is so good here with you. You have
affection for me, and I love you, I smile to myself as I turn my face into your
neck kissing you softly there. Your skin is warm from the sunlight and you
smell fresh from the garden air that you have been walking in. Reaching into
your shirt pocket you pull out a sprig of jasmine and press it to my nose, you
know I cannot resist the heady perfume. I watch your eyes and my heart flutters
at your obvious delight in my enjoyment of my senses.
Cupping your
face in my hands, I pull your face down to meet mine, my lips dragging across
yours in a silent invitation for you to open to me. Sucking your tongue into my
mouth, we savour the taste of each other as our tongues dance, my fingers
threading into your hair and holding you against me, my breasts pressed firmly
against your chest. You taste of honey and lemon, sweet yet sharp,
quintessentially you, a perfect combination of contrasts to satisfy even the
most discerning palate.
The sunlight
is streaming into the library through the French doors behind me. It hits my
back as I slide down your lap and onto the floor to kneel between your knees. I
sigh as the sun warms me through to my bones and reflects off my pale skin. My
hair falls forward over my shoulders and drapes itself like a golden curtain
over your thigh. You reach out to touch it and I watch as it flows through you
fingers like shot silk. Smiling, I reach my hands up and slowly undo the
buttons of your shirt, one by one, before sliding a hand inside to explore the
texture of your chest. The firm male nipple that brushes against my fingertips
grows tighter at my touch and you sigh as I bend to kiss it. My tongue snakes
out and tastes the saltiness of your skin. I reach for your belt and you watch
as my nipples tighten in building excitement.
I undo your
belt and tug on it to free it from your jeans. Carefully I roll it up and place
it discretely on the floor by my knee. Impatiently I pop the first button of
your black 501’s, the backs of my knuckles grazing against your belly and the
crisp hair there. Sliding my hands into the waistband of your jeans you allow
me to remove them by raising your hips so I can ease them down over your
muscular legs and off to be pushed to one side and forgotten, there are more
important things to be considered.
I run my
hands up over your chest to your shoulders and push your shirt off, exposing
you to my gaze. You are so lovely to look at; my eyes drink in my fill of you,
storing you away for treasuring later. I rub my cheek across your chest, my
hair sweeping over you, smooth and cooling as I kiss my way down your belly. I
nuzzle my nose in your springy curls at the juncture of your thighs and inhale
deeply the rich fragrance of your arousal. I can differentiate between the
clean smell of soap and the muskiness of your skin. I close my eyes and
experience you with my other senses.
The velvety skin of your cock slides easily under my tongue as I slide
it down over the outside of your shaft to your balls. Sucking a testicle into
my mouth, it rolls around my mouth easily like a ripe plum over my tongue.
Pulling my head back gently and tugging on it, I hear you moan quietly as I
suck gently on you. I let you go and blow forcefully onto your damp skin,
fascinated by the contractions and rippling reaction on your scrotum, so
amazing to watch. Raising my eyes to yours, I smile at you as I wrap my fingers
around your swollen shaft and watch as you nod your consent to me. As I bow my
head to you, a pearly drop of life oozes out of you and compels me to taste it.
Quickly flicking it up with the tip of my tongue I savour its tang, then
bending lower lick the swollen head of your prick, around and around and up
under the rim of the glans, swirling the wet roughness of my tongue across your
smoothness. I feel you quiver as I enjoy you. I so want to please you well.
You let me
suck you with abandon. My mouth sheaths you like a scabbard, my throat
swallowing your pulsating cock, deeper and deeper you go until you may go no
further. My enjoyment of you is obvious. You touch the side of my face with the
back of your hand, my signal to stop. I comply immediately. You know me well,
you know what I want just as you know what I need, you are incredible lover, I
can feel your affection for me. I reach for your coiled leather belt at my
knee. Smiling, I hand it to you knowing full well what you will use it for. You
nod to me and I lie myself face down across your knees and wait. You uncoil the
belt and grip the buckle and the free end in your palm and wrap it around the
back of your hand once so that the loop of the belt is protruding out from
under your thumb and forefinger. You grab the head of the loop and snap the
belt together with a satisfying clap near my ear; I tremble with anticipation
at the sound the leather striking leather makes.
I feel you
raise your arm and hear as you bring the belt whooshing down to strike me
across the buttocks with a crack. The sting is incredible, sending sensations
ricocheting through my body as my breath hisses between my teeth. You raise
your hand to me again, and again I hear the whoosh of the belt before it
connects with my flesh. The sound of the leather on leather against my soft
flesh is as deafening as it is stinging; my buttocks are red with the effects
of the two strokes. The arousal it causes is overpowering in its intensity. You
continue to strike me with your belt, moving slightly each time until you have
covered all the flesh on my buttocks and it is glowing pink to your
satisfaction. You spread your legs wide and reach between your thighs to caress
my cunt from beneath me, telling me, “now sweet baby.” After all the sensations you have subjected
my body to, it is no wonder that I convulse immediately under your hand as you
bring the belt down across my red buttocks yet again. I cry out my release as
you continue to spank me and stroke me, shuddering across your knees with the
force of my orgasm. You know exactly how to please me; you pleasure me so well.
Your hands
grip me tightly around the waist as the final convulsions of my orgasm subside
and you lift me to sit me in your lap again. Twisting me around, you have me
facing the French doors and the beautiful view into your garden. You raise my
hips slightly and sheath yourself in me, filling me again as you have so many
times before. Your warm hands slide across my belly and up to cup my breasts;
my nipples rock hard and aroused by your touch. The forefinger and thumb of
your left hand encircles the nipple of my left breast, your favourite one, and
you squeeze it gently. Rolling it between your fingers with more pressure, I
gasp as you pinch the nipple of the other breast with your right hand, and all
the while, you are rocking your hips backwards and forwards stirring delicious
sensations throughout my body.
Taking my hands
in yours, you guide them down to the apex of my thighs and move them to feel
where we are joined. Encouraging me to explore myself with my fingers, your
hands return slowly to my breasts, your hot breath on my shoulder making me
tremble. My fingers find your balls and begin to caress them as they also find
my moist swollen lips and part them to find the most sensitive spot of all.
Moaning softly, I cannot help but rock back against you in response to the
stimulation. I feel you mouth on my shoulder, your lips delicately skimming
across my flesh as you fondle my breasts with your hands.
The library
is getting hotter; our bodies are slick with sweat as the pace increases. The
sound of my whimper as you sink your teeth firmly into the nape of my neck fills
the room, your tongue snakes out to lick my wound. Faster I stroke myself,
faster I rock back against you, faster you drive into me. Your breath heats my
skin still further, I can feel you breathing in the scent of my arousal and its
effect on you is profound. You hold me firmly against you, cocooning me in your
arms, your hands working over my flesh frantically.
“Come for me
sweetbaby!” you shout.
I feel you
stretching me; you fill me so completely, not just physically but emotionally.
You touch me deeper than any other ever has. You are my mentor, my companion,
my lover.
Your scrotum
tightens and I can feel your abdominal muscles preparing themselves. You excite
me so much I am light-headed with it. Your teeth sink into my flesh again as
you tug on my nipples with your fingers and you groan loudly as your cock
pulses inside me and you shoot hot silk into me. Your release rockets through
your body and sets mine off to an explosion of desire and lust, the electricity
of it enervating my senses, quavering through you, and straight into me.
We collapse
against each other spent and replete. You hold me tightly too you, delicately
kissing my throat as you turn me in your arms to face you. Your thumb gently
wipes the tear from my eye and you press it to your lips to taste the joy you
give me. You cup my face in your hands and kiss me tenderly on the lips. I look
you in the eyes and smile at you, you chuckle because you know what I am
thinking.
“Oh Sir, you
are so lovely,” I sigh.
“ Shhhh,
little one. I adore you,” you say as you rock me slowly in your arms.
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