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Subject: {ASSM} Repost Alex's Story 01 {A Malik and HC Granados} (MF cons rom)
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"Let's go home now, Alex," she had whispered to him in the restaurant,
looking at him with half closed eyes which seemed to smolder. He had, of
course, agreed. She had laid her head sweetly on his shoulder as they drove
home. During the evening, her hand had sometimes strayed, as if by accident,
into his lap. Just a brush of her fingertips and then it was gone. Her
worrisome foreplay kept him hard all evening.
Now he stands in the center of the room where has lead him. He watches her
walk slowly from corner to corner as she lights candles scattered around the
room. She pauses to look over at him as she lights the last one, and he can
see the flame reflected in her eyes before she turns fully toward him.
Music. The room is filled with the sound of women singing in the Cherokee
language. Their voices are full of longing.
She takes his hands, kissing each palm, and backs him into a comfortable,
low chair. She sits at his feet on the floor and begins untying his shoes.
Shoes, socks come off. She raises herself to her knees and moves between
his, pushing them gently, insistently apart. Her hands travel up his chest,
up his neck, trace his jaw line and come to rest, one on either side of his
face. She kisses the tip of his nose as she does when she's in a playful
mood, but her eyes are serious and dark in the candlelight. She tangles one
hand in his hair, drawing his face toward hers. She closes her eyes and
savors the touch of his lips against hers. The other hand slides down his
chest and caresses his erection through the fabric of his pants. Her teeth
nip at his lips. Her tongue tastes them then explores. She kisses him softly
and seemingly without urgency, placing kisses with a sense of purpose and
design while her hand outlines the shape of his cock.
Their lovemaking is rarely hurried. When it is, he knows that she will cry
out and tear at his skin. Sometimes these hurried orgasms are so sudden and
breathtaking they bring tears to her eyes. At those times he holds her while
her body convulses under him, kissing the tears from her cheeks, his cock
still buried inside her. But tonight she is an artist. She is meditative and
each gesture is part of a creation she is imagining for him. He breathes
deeply, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and beneath it, the scent of her
desire for him. He moves to pull her close, but she turns her dark, solemn
eyes on him and says "let me."
He lets his head roll to one side as she releases his hair from her fingers.
He shuts his eyes as she kissed his ear, his neck, and his collar bone and
begins to unbutton his shirt. She nuzzles her face into the warmth of his
shoulder as her fingers work at the buttons. He feels her teeth on his neck.
She kisses her way down his chest, pulling his shirt open. She licks his
nipples and blows on them. They become hard instantly. He looks down at her
as she moves from one to the other. The heat of her mouth is almost
unbearable as she sucks one, then the other. His cock is almost painfully
hard, still enclosed. Her fingers brush it as she slowly unfastens his belt.
She unzips his jeans as he shrugs off his shirt.
She is tugging at his jeans now, and he raises his hips to help her get them
off. Her hands are flat against his chest, moving in lazy circles through
the forest of dark hair that covers his body. She moves them slowly down,
savoring the heat that rises from his skin and the scent of his body. Now
she kisses her way across his chest, across his belly. She kisses his thigh
and all the way down his calf to his ankle and back. His cock is hard and
leaking pre-cum as she brushes her cheek against it. It leaves a wet streak
on her cheek. He touches the wetness with his fingers. She kisses and licks
them, tasting his salty ocean flavor.
She licks the tip of his cock. Her tongue seems to float on the tip of the
head, then down the shaft toward his balls. Her hand is caressing them
gently, rolling them softly in her palm. He watches as she teases his prick,
kissing, licking but not engulfing. He has been hard hours, or so it seems.
She licks the cum oozing from his cock and slowly lowers her mouth onto him.
She takes just the head in her mouth sucking slowly and gently, her tongue
playing on the sensitive underside of his head. He is panting now, begging
her to suck and end his ordeal. Both hands are on her face, caressing her
cheeks which are already full of his cock, brushing her eyelids, her
forehead, touching her nose. He arches his hips and she sucks him in deeply,
slowly.
She begins to feel his urgency as his hands on her head become more
insistent, pushing her down onto his cock. She can feel him rising to meet
her mouth. His cock is as hard and shiny as a baton of rare, polished wood.
His balls are tightening and he seems to grow larger and harder with every
stroke into her throat. He knows how much she loves to suck him and lives
for these nights when she works this magic on him. He reaches for her cunt
with one hand, caressing the back of her neck with the other. He feels a
hand-her hand. She is stroking her clitoris as she sucks him. She moans as
he touches her. He feels the vibration of her stifled moan deep in her
throat. His cock throbs with pleasure. As he knew he would, he finds her wet
and puffy. She brings her hand to his nose and then draws her wet fingers
across his lips. The taste of her juice drives him wild. He is suddenly huge
in her mouth and she braces herself for his sweet flood. He moans her name
as he cums, his head rolling back against the cushions. She slows, sucking
softly, knowing his sensitivity at this moment. His orgasm comes like a slow
moving wave, an explosion that seems to move outward forever from his cock
and balls; for the moment, it is the center of their universe. She feels him
pulsating in her mouth. She drinks spurt after spurt.
Later, he opens his eyes and hers look back at him, dark and smiling. The
candlelight sparkles there as she lays her cheek on his thigh, watching him.
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