IL TULIPANO NERO

 

 

 

*Dinner had satisfied her hunger. Delicious and exotic. The velvety wine had quenched her thirst but, only added fuel to the passion that lay simmering below the surface. What a perfect evening, she thought as she stood in the doorway, watching his captive body on the bed. She smiled as her eyes drank him in, despite the dinner and potent wine, she was awake, alive and hungered for something more carnal.
Quiet as a cat, she approached the bed. His head turned at the slightest sound and her lips curled in a devious smile. Her knees found the edge of the bed and reaching forward with her hands, she gently worked herself between his outstretched legs. The rise and fall of his chest quickened as he waited for the unexpected.
Resting on her knees, she traced the inside of his thighs with her fingers, watching as the flesh rose against them. Carefully moving, her delicate fingers traveling further along his soft skin, her hands sliding ever closer to his already hardening length. Her hands brushed against his balls, feeling the heaviness of them against her skin. His sigh was faint but audible. This brought the smirk back to her lips.
Higher she traveled. Leaning forward, her lips finding the heat of his body as she added them to the sensations he was feeling. Lips and hands traveled, avoiding his cock as his body arched to her. Long hair fell forward, framing her face, as her lips grew ever closer to his. His body shivered as her hair gentle traced his skin, the sweetest torment. He wanted to wrap his hands in her flowing hair, using it to pull her lips to his, to possess some form of control. Alas, he could not, as he'd relinquished that to her, and now, in some ways, he was wishing he hadn't.
Soft lips upon his startled him back to the moment. He breathed her in as her tongue searched for his. Feeling her skin against his as she stretched her body along his. Hardened nipples like beads against his chest. He could feel the beating of her heart and knew that she was enjoying every moment of this. His cock pressed upward against her, desperately wanting to feel the warm, wetness that he knew was spreading thru her.
Breaking their kiss, his bottom lip caught between her teeth as she pulled back. He gasped as she bit. He felt her legs on either side of his hips. Unable to fight himself, he lifted to her. Warmth covered him as he felt her arousal with his cock. Effortlessly, she slid her body back and forth, her lips spreading as his cock found itself between the folds. Her clit hard against him as she continued to move. 
Reaching forward, she removed his blindfold. Eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room, candles flickered making the room appear alive. Focusing on her, her svelte body moving against his, how he ached to feel her skin with his hands, to grip her body and bury himself inside her. Her head was thrown back, long hair falling down her back. He watched as her hands cupped her breasts, toying with her nipples. She looked into his eyes, the flame burning in hers consuming him. Her movements increased, he could hear her moans. Watching as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Wetness covering him, he knew she was going to cum and his body filled with need, an ache that was almost painful.
Her rhythm never changed, back and forth his cock slid against her hard clit. Her tongue tracing her lips, panting as she worked against him. She began to whimper, he knew the orgasm was surfacing. Her body stiffened against him, and then she furiously hunched back and forth. Wetness spilled from her body, covering him, he could feel it coating his cock and down to his balls. 
Feeling her body tremble, wanting to touch her, hold her, fuck her. Her hands rest against his chest, eyes burned with heat of a wildfire. She leaned forward kissing him, looking deep into his eyes, she whispered, now that the edge has been taken off, let's get started....D.B*