Snapshots From the Night and Morning

Laying on the couch, you're standing next to it.  Hooking you with my leg and pulling you closer

Walking up to you while you sit, getting on my knees - kneeling in front of you

Your hands tangled in my hair as you come deep in my throat

Biting my arm as your mouth, lips and tongue tease me - finding everything but my clit

Getting dressed in your closet, pausing as I watch you shave

Checking myself in the mirror, looking at you and seeing you wink at me

Driving away, my arm flexes and I feel the bruise from my bite

Thinking About You...

I'm laying in bed thinking about you - thinking about last night.

My fingers trace a path.  

First along my lips - bruised from your mouth. I run my tongue along my fingers, recalling my taste on yours. 

Down my neck. I remember leaning back against you as you bite where my neck and shoulder meet.

They skim over my breasts to my nipples, still swollen and sore...

Slowly they work their way down over my belly. And lower still until they rest on my clit.  I reach down inside me to wet my fingers and run them up and around my clit.  The fingers of my other hand find that spot inside me you work so well.

I come just as you made me come last night - moaning your name.

His Kitchen (1st time)

They're in the kitchen - working comfortably side-by-side.   He stands behind her and lifts her pony tail up and kisses along her neck.  She leans back against him, laying her head on his chest.  He grabs her pony and yanks her head back further, kisses her deeply and then forces her forward, bent over the counter.  He unzips her jeans and pools them around her ankles - kissing and biting his way down her legs.  She closes her eyes and smiles,  knowing what is coming.  She loves his cock - thick and long; it fills her.  He stops abruptly.  He strips naked, and then does the same to her.  He holds her in his arms - fucking her standing up. She's  wrapped up in his strength.

You Can Quote Me...

"The world recedes, to become a lanscape of cool dark,
as her body takes on the signature of fiery colors in the night.
Her fingers will caress that sable twilight,
wrists circled with metal that is no match for her spirit,
which will ride the burning aura that banishes need,
and makes her a vessel of light."  - Paul Sardanas

"Your body is mine to use as I please.  Do you understand?" - Unknown

"Ouch" - Me (of course never uttered out loud...)

Yes, Just Like That...

...When he comes up behind me, sweeps my hair to the side and kisses my neck and bites my shoulder...

Take Your Clothes Off

…He said firmly but quietly.

“What?” I asked him?

"Take your clothes off."

He stood there leaning against the kitchen counter – one hand in his jeans pocket, the other on the counter – his left leg crossed over the right.

I was suddenly shy and the look on his face wasn’t helping.  He wasn’t exactly smiling, but it wasn’t a smirk either; something in between.  Whatever it was, he looked almost satisfied and it reached his eyes.  I felt myself blush and I turned my back to him and started undressing.

I stood before him, naked.  He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.  I pressed my hips against him.  He was incredibly hard.  He turned me around so I was facing the counter and spread my legs. 

While he was tasting me from behind, he asked me about the night before.  I had stayed overnight in the city and didn’t know if he would be joining me.  I meant to pack my vibrator in case he didn’t, but completely forgot it.  I told him I made due with my fingers. 

“Will you show me?”

Since he asked, instead of telling me, I stood there quietly.  I turned around and he lifted me up onto the counter.

I sat there, spread open in front of him and watched as he knelt between my legs.  He continued to hold my gaze as he took my clit in his mouth.  He slowly brought me to climax, teasing me with his tongue while he worked his fingers in my cunt. 

After I came, he put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked myself off of him.

He eased me off the counter and I laid my head on his chest, breathless and spent.  Absently, I rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

"Take it out."

I undid his belt and jeans and reached in for him.

Holy Fuck.  He was commando.  I have no explanation as to why this thrilled me, but it did.

I don't know if he carried me or I walked, but the next thing I knew, he had me up against and facing the wall - holding my wrists high above my head.  He fucked me like this; slamming me into the wall, pulling me by my hair, twisting my head around to kiss him.  I turned around and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around him and took me standing up.

There are so many things he does that might not seem like much to him, that elevate this for me and it becomes intensely intimate.

Awake

Sent from tM this morning.

Still working on a post that goes into the night behind this...