The change in the kiss
Kissing is always the best way to get me in the mood. It probably works faster than anything else. Last night we kissed for a long time- it had been a long time since we had been intimate like that and I simply could not get enough of it. It was almost like kissing someone new. So much focus is spent getting down to business, that I sometimes forget how fantastic the build up can be.
The feel of his skin on mine. So familiar it may as well be my own. The taste of his mouth, the smell of his cologne. The way his lips would drag from mine, down to my neck, my ear and then back to my lips as if he could not get enough of the taste of me. I drank him in, wrapping my arms around his back and feeling him weigh down on my body. His hands would travel down my sides, scooping under my ass and pushing himself against me. Running his hands over my skin, familiar territory, rarely traveled anymore. Not just touching me, but feeling me.
When his hand finally moved under my top, I was trembling and aching for him to touch me. His fingers grabbed and rubbed my breasts, as his mouth moved over my nipples and sucked gently, passionately. He moved lower, even as I pulled him back to my mouth. My body was aching for more, more of what I knew he would give me- but my mind, maybe even my heart was craving to feel that kiss, that passion, that comfort. He continued to travel down and gently pushed my legs open, sinking his lips into the fold my wet pussy. He moaned as he tasted me. Gently raked his tongue, softly… so softly, over clit. It was warm and smooth and wet, exquisite. It was slow and deliberate, building gently. He reached up and grabbed my nipples, rolling them under his fingers as I started to cum. It flooded over my body and I cried out his name. It had been so long since I had said his name in such a loving and passionate tone, it almost did not sound like my voice.
Moving over me, he kissed me as he sunk his cock into me. My legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him deeper into me. Holding himself up with his his hands, he thrust his cock into me, as I rocked my hips hard against him. I came again, hard, and once more taking advantage of his knowledge of my body- countering my every move and stoke.
I shuddered beneath him as I caught my breath, he pushed me onto my stomach and pushed his cock inside my soaking cunt. His hips pushed against my ass as he thrust slowly. He whispered my name, as his thrusts got more forceful, deeper. “Cum for me again, baby,” he whispered, “Cum with me.”
I reached back and grabbed his thigh, digging my fingers into his skin. Sexual and emotional release overwhelmed me. My body was racing and my heavy heart seemed to lift. As he finally came, he fell forward on my back, groaning. I turned my head to the side and kissed him again.
mmmm – kissing can be as great as sex; if not better!!!
OK, second thought – better? at least as good AS!
I love a good long slow kiss…my hand caressing your cheeks…my fingers reaching into your hair as our tongues……or sorry… just getting caught up in the thought.
Great Story
Kissing is an art!
kissing curls my toes…this was very hot.
I loved this! The foreplay was awesome; the sex was so sensual. Very erotic. Loved it, I say again!
When you combine the face kissing with kissing of the cock and pussy, it becomes even more magical.
But you know that . . .
Kissing is the most important part of foreplay. Love to play with a good kisser
Kissing and cumming are the BEST!
No matter how “well” I am doing, being connected at both ends quickly becomes too much. A sexy, wet kiss and it’s all over.
Great post!