by evilgrin on 27 Dec 2005, 22:20
::SEVEN::
“I feel a little weird, knowing we’re being watched, Riddick.”
You laugh, pulling my blouse off. “It’s only kinky the first time. Sssh, don’t say anything else.”
I step forward, pinching your nipple gently in my teeth, as you finish undressing me. It still feels weird, standing here naked, knowing we’re being watched, but it doesn’t seem to be stopping you. That mischievious, predatory grin is back.
A quick, rough kiss, passionate enough to bruise, before you sit me on the edge of the bed. Get up to grab the rest of the bottle of wine from dinner. You lean over me, lie me back gently, biting my ear for a moment, lingering over my throat. Continuing down, over my nipples, my belly, kissing and nipping everywhere.
You sit on the floor, at the edge of the bed, between my legs, one hand lazily stroking my thigh. A swig from the bottle of wine, and you begin. Your lips and tongue, ice cold from the wine, flick over my clitoris, making me gasp. The wine in your mouth finds it’s way under my hood, hitting every exposed nerve ending in a frozen fire that makes my back arch painfully. Your hands on my hips keep me from bucking out from under you.
No longer bleeding, your fascination with my pussy has returned, with a fervour, your ice cold tongue sliding deep, tracing the ridged upper surface with the tip. Another pull, and you’re back to my clitoris, your fingers exploring deep inside me, reaching back, pressing my g-spot with every stroke. Your tongue slides back, deep inside, lapping every drop,as I come.
You pull me back up to sitting. You’re now standing before me, camos low on your hips, waiting for me. Hold the bottle while I drink, I don’t swallow, instead taking as much of you in my mouth as I can, the cold wine as much as a shock to you as it was to me. Pull back enough to swallow, drag my teeth gently over the rim. Run a nail up the underside, stroke with my hand what my mouth can’t reach. Your hand tangles in my hair. Tongue and lips, teeth and the gentle squeeze at the bottom of each stroke, I can feel you swell painfully, until it’s almost an ache for me to continue. Your hand pulls back on my hair, forcing me to stop, while you fight release.
You kick out of your pants, lying back on the bed beside me, pulling me to you. On top now. I love watching you watch me, your hands, insistent, on my hips. The first tease, not letting you all of the way in, making you rise up to drive into me. You pull me closer, losing control and wanting to control me, with every stroke. I brace myself , pushing back, until you explode, growling deep, flipping my over, without withdrawing, onto my back.
All pretense of play is gone, and I abandon myself, crying out at every thrust. You drive into me, faster and harder. You’re so close, you’re breath ragged in my ear.
You pull back, fighting with yourself. I scream in frustration, hardly a human sound at all.
“Turn over.”
Your voice, right in my ear, dark, low and dangerous. A flutter of lust rips through me, as I turn over, and you enter from behind, pushing my chest to the bed. Both of us are at that place we love so much with each other, where we abandon ourselves, and let the animal come out, fully. Right before I come for the last time, you slide your thumb back, over the rim of my rear, already soaked from our combined juices, and slide deep, hitting my g-spot from front and back. A roar, as you finally let yourself go, unable to contain yourself any longer. I didn’t think anything could possibly be more intense than my orgasm last night. I was mistaken.
We both sit, spent and panting, kissing and catching our breath, in each other’s arms. I can still taste you on my mouth.
“Nothing like putting on a show. Are you all right to move? We can’t stay here.”
“Hold me for a minute, I’ll be all right.” I can’t help but laugh. I had forgotten, for a moment there, that we were being watched. Somebody got an eyeful.
It’s back to camos and tank tops for us both, gather our stuff together, and slip out of the room.