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Subject: {ASSM} Alex's Story 02 {A Malik and HC Granados} (MF cons rom)
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He opens his eyes and hers look back at him, dark and smiling. The
candlelight dances there as she lays her cheek on his thigh, watching him.
He sighs deeply as the vortex in his head slows and stops; the power of his
orgasm is receding. He helps her to her feet and rises from the chair. His
knees tremble in small aftershocks of pleasure. He wraps his arms around
her, kissing her deeply, tasting his semen in her mouth. They move it back
and forth between them. She loves his strong, hairy, masculine body; his
heat penetrates her clothing. She wants to feel his skin against hers and
starts to pull her clothing off. He stops her, enfolding her again. He moves
her toward the bedroom, still kissing her, carrying her along with him.
He lays her gently on the bed, and lies down beside her. She wraps her arms
around his neck and seeks his lips again. They are smooth and soft like
pillows. She sucks his lower lip softly. She releases it and turns her head
slightly as he kisses her neck. The touch of his mouth is like electricity.
She shivers with pleasure and he acknowledges with a soft growl against her
throat.
"Your mouth is succulent. I dream of it when I'm away from you," she
whispers into his ear. She takes a lock of his hair into her mouth and feels
his teeth on her skin.
"What do you think of when you think of my mouth? Tell me," he says.
She smiles and shuts her eyes. He is working at the buttons and hooks in her
clothing. She feels the cool air on her nipples as he pushes open her blouse
and frees her breasts. When she opens them again, he is watching her. Like a
mischievous child, he smiles, knowing that writing the words and saying the
words are two different things.
"Tell me what you dream of when you are away from me," he says, lowering his
head to her nipples. She watches his hair fall across his eyes and brush her
breasts. She gasps. He kisses a moist circle around her breast, then sucks
at her nipple. She sighs.
"Tell me a story, Hilary," he says, raising his head and smiling. She can
feel his cock growing hard again. It presses against her hip
"I dream of your mouth. oh god," she sighs, as his mouth returns to her
nipple. He cups her cunt through her skirt.
"Tell me," he says, rotating his palm gently.
"I dream of your lips, of your tongue. making love to me," she said, moving
against his hand.
"Where? Where do they make love to you?" he asks.
"I dream of you eating me. oh Alex." she sighs as his hand finds its way
under her dress.
He moans as her discovers she is wearing no panties. He brushes her pubic
hair with his fingers, but does not penetrate her.
"Where do you want my mouth tonight?" he asks, fingers brushing lightly,
teasingly. She moves toward his fingers, trying to increase the fiction.
"I want your mouth." she hesitates. He runs his fingers up and down the
pouting slit between her lips. He can feel the honey that has been flowing
there, but he does not penetrate. He wants her to tell him first.
He gets up and moves to the end of the bed. He pushes her skirt up around
her hips and lies down between her legs. He caresses her legs as she opens
to him. He is face to face with her cunt. He can see her moisture flowing
like peach juice from between the lips. They are puffy and he knows her
clitoris must be ready, waiting for his mouth. He can almost taste her. Her
scent is overwhelmingly hot and erotic, and he can feel his cock throbbing
against the sheets. He can hear the little cries coming from her as his
breath flows warm and soft onto her skin.
"Where do you want my mouth tonight, Hilary? Tell me," he says. She can feel
the heat of his breath. He nuzzles the slit with his nose, and kisses her
cunt .
"There! Oh god Alex, there!
"Where?" he asks.
"I want you to lick my clit!" she groans.
"That's my precious girl," he says, and rewards her.
She feels his tongue slipping inside, spreading her secret gates open. She
howls like an animal at the first incredible heat of his tongue. Inside is
another set of gates, also open and glistening. Above them, her clitoris is
throbbing, anticipating his kiss. He has craved the taste of her cunt all
day and finally it is here, on his face, in his mouth. She resists the urge
to pull his head hard against her. She lies still, shaking with
anticipation, fingers playing in his hair. He moves her legs to his
shoulders so that he can reach every corner and taste every part of her.
He admires the complexities of her pussy: arches and vaults and doors and
gates; how incredible and complex she is. He breathes in her scent deeply,
and touches the tip of her clitoris with his tongue. She is exquisitely
sensitive and pulls away slightly. Sometimes she wants direct, strong
stimulation, but if she's been daydreaming about him and has been aching for
his lovemaking for many hours, she prefers less direct pressure. Tonight he
can tell that her desire has been simmering since she called him this
afternoon. He moves to the side of her clitoris and licks gently, slowly
increasing the pressure. He feels her nails raking his shoulders and feels
the muscles in her legs tense as he strokes her clitoris faster and with
more pressure.
She moans and pants, directing his gestures with gentle touches. They become
more insistent as he licks her, exploring every velvety fold with his
tongue. Her honey is flowing, sweet and fragrant. He sucks her clitoris into
his mouth as her moan becomes a song, a continuous cry for release. She
clutches handfuls of sheet as her hips rise toward his voracious mouth. Her
clitoris throbs against his tongue as her orgasm washes over her. Her cries
become deep sobs of pleasure as her body trembles. He slows, lightening his
touch. She is exquisitely sensitive in these first moments after orgasm, but
he wants to feel the heat and the ache of her pleasure. He licks at her
juices softly. When she is this hot and wet, all he can think of is how good
she feels when he is buried to the hilt inside her.
"Oh Alex. oh lover, please come up here," she moans, her fingers grasping at
his shoulders. She wants to taste herself on his lips, and most of all, she
wants to touch his cock, to be filled.
He rises and they begin pulling off what is left of her clothing.
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