Where might the night lead...
A Perfect Night Part I
He walks to me, my back is turned. I feel his breath as he whispers my name and slides his hand to my neck. He threads his fingers through my hair and pulls ever so slightly, tilting my head back, exposing my neck. His tongue is warm and wet as it slides from my shoulder to my earlobe. I reach back to find him throbing in my hand. He gasps with pleasure at my unexpected touch and I feel a fresh surge of lust as his dick turns to granite in my hand.
“I want you now,” He whispers, slowly, lightly grazing my arm, caressing my skin, drawing goose bumps. I feel his fingertips at my neck and he rubs down my nape. Swiftly he turns me around and captures my lips in a soul-starved kiss. I pull back, gasping for breath. I cannot speak, but no words are necessary. He grasps my hand and softly whispers, “Come with me.”
I let him lead me to what I expect to be the bedroom. Instead he stops at the bathroom door. He opens it and steps back, ushering me forward. I cross the threshold to find sixty candles illuminating the room which has been transformed, as if by magic. Flower petals mark a trail to the full, steaming tub. But instead of the prerequisite rose petals one would expect to find floating in the tub, there are a host of carnation petals, in a myriad of colors resting lightly atop the buble covered water. “You rbered!” I exclaim. He simply smiles in return. I reach for him to show my gratitude, when he gently but insistently pushes my hand away. “Tonight is about you, not me.” He reaches for me again and touches his lips to mine. I feel the feathery touch of his hand as he reaches for the buttons of my blouse. He leaves a trail of hot kisses over every inch of skin as it becomes exposed, until I’m clawing at his back, my desire raging. His deft fingers explore everywhere his lips have been until they find the hairy triangle nestled between my thighs. He rubs one finger over my mons, searching for my clit. His other digits swiftly pull back my lips to expose my sensitive button. I gasp as he caresses me, bringing me to the edge of climax. He leaves me hovering, aching with the need for release. “Time for your bath,” he speaks and leads me to my nirvana sauna. Frustrated with pent-up desire, I nonetheless ease my tired body into the steaming tub. He covers my shoulders with his hands and begins a massage. Slowly, but determinedly he eases the tension of the day as his well-practiced hands work their way from my shoulders to my
I lay back and closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his strong fingers working their way through my hair. This was something I had never experienced and I wanted to enjoy what was happening since I wasn’t sure this type of experience was likely to repeat itself. I bend my head to allow him greater access to my nape when I suddenly feel his unmistakable breath on my neck. Slowly, nuzzling me he starts to lick, soft lingering swipes with his tongue, curving up my neck to my ears. I feel my heart race as he continues his ministrations. Just as suddenly his mouth is gone. My eyes fly open in alarm thinking that this was the end of my magical evening only to discover he was reaching up for the loofah. Lathering it lightly with my favorite body wash, he moves across my arms, my neck, my breasts with slow methodical circles. He moves lower across my stomach and reaches into the tub for my legs, right then left giving both equal attention before returning his attention to my hot, wet center.
Ostensibly to wash it, his fingers slip several times into my pussy to find me more than ready.
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“I think your bath is finished madam. Now if you will be so kind as to follow me, I will continue your pleasure ritual forthwith.”
I laugh at his stuffy language; so out of character for him. Obediently I allow him to place my robe around my body for the short trip to the bedroom. Upon entering I discover that even more candles have been lit. I sit on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. He moves swiftly to my side and with a jaunty leer he kneels in front of me and slowly peels away my robe. His hands are stoking my already raging fire and I marvel at his control as he begins massaging my collarbone, quickly moving to my breasts. This time he takes great pleasure in suckling and teasing my nipples to full hardness. His tongue is so lovely but I want it elsewhere. Sensing this he chuckles and moves agonizingly slow, spreading kisses down my abdomen, across my thighs, nuzzling my pubic hair. His first tongue swipe across my clit almost sends me to the ceiling. I grab his head and force it deeper into my pussy, running my fingers through his hair encouraging him to go faster, to give me more.
I feel my pressure building and I strain toward that release, begging for it. I feel the onset and I fall back onto the bed, arch my back and ride the waves as they crash over me.
Out of breath, I again try to reach for my lover, only to be rebuffed again.
“Not so fast my dear,” he smiles sweetly. “I have other things in store for you.”
Grinning wickedly he moves to the dresser and opens the top drawer – my special drawer. I watch in fascination as he pulls out toy after toy. I can’t believe he really expects to utilize all of them in one night, but I am not about to argue if he feels it necessary to bring me the most amount of pleasure possible.
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