Simply Sex

Then, he rolled them both over so he was on top. His entire weight was on her but she enjoyed it; the feeling of warmth and enfoldment. Now he was kissing her; all over her breasts, her neck, her face, her arms. He nibbled her ears and nipples. He kissed into and around her armpits and licked straight up her cleavage. He held her arms out to the sides so she twisted and turned to try to free them to run her hands across him. He was forced to release her to fondle her breasts and pinch each nipple, all the while still kissing and nibbling. Her hands rubbed all over his back; she stretched down over his buttocks. She stroked delicately up and down, all the while he was pressing his face into her breasts. 

Then, suddenly, he was back on the floor by her crotch. Her hands fell limply out to her sides whilst he knelt in between her legs again. The knickers material was now fairly transparent, outlining the wet pubic hair and labia beneath. She sighed provocatively and moved her hips, pushing her genitals toward him. He simply pushed his finger into her vagina through the material, which stretched and went in with it. Once again each of her nerves reacted as though stung, sending messages of pressure and feeling to her brain, where her higher consciousness told her that this feels good. It was still just a finger, but, along with the filmy texture of the knickers, it was providing a great stimulus. She released her energy by letting out a low moan from between her teeth, whilst her body twitched slightly. She knew from experience that if she tried to lie still and not move or react, then the feeling would be so much more intense. So she quietened her twitching limbs and tried to relax to absorb the full feeling of what he was doing. A great tingling in her body appeared, spreading out from her vagina. Then, he had removed the finger, although the wet material remained in place. 

Her practiced vaginal muscles tensed and relaxed, then she felt him withdraw the cloth as well. She felt fingers slip into the waistband by her hips and knew what was coming. She felt it move very slowly down her skin, felt the slick cloth slide over her pubic hair. She felt the top of the hairline leave the material. Then, she realised that the crotch was not moving with it. The moisture was holding it in place on her vulva. The lips of the labia clasped onto this material, not for any definite reason, but because she knew it would somehow increase her pleasure to make him consciously stop to remove it. He was not going to oblige though, and simply left it hanging there from her genitals. He bent his head towards the swiftly drying pubic hair and pressed his nose and tongue into it. He rubbed his face into her pubic area; licking as much of the liquid off her as possible. She remained perfectly still, feeling him nose around in her pubic region. There was a hand at the top of each leg, running around the inner fold between leg and crotch. Then, his lips were off her flesh and on the cloth, pulling it down, out of the stiff embrace of her labia. Her vulva was now open to the world.

He stood up and pulled the stiffening cloth from her legs. Now, she was completely naked, almost an hour after his first touches. He took his swollen penis in his hands and guided it towards the dribbling orifice between her legs. The foreskin brushed the labia, and she let out a low howl of desire. He teased her; tickling her beautiful body with his penis. Then, as his own sexual desire grew, he paused over her vagina. She was panting hard. And then, very slowly, he eased his solid penis into her wide, slick, twitching vagina. She felt it, not from the sensations of movement past her vulva, but from the stretching of the vaginal wall, as there was too much lubrication for any feeling of movement. Her hands by her sides were balled into fists, clasping the duvet. His penis slid deeper into her body. Then it was buried as far as it would go into her groin; the pubic hair and testicles pressed against her body. Now, he was sliding her head towards a pillow, climbing on after her, lying down on top of her sweating body. Their lips came together, her body was alive with feeling, focused on her throbbing groin. Her pink genitalia were like a furnace; she was sure that there would be wisps of steam curling into the air above them. 

She curled her legs around his body, pulling him deeper into her most intimate embrace. Then, he began gently sliding his body upwards and downwards, stimulating the feeling in them both. She was gasping quietly with each thrust. The sheen of sweat covering them both acted as a lubricant, causing there bodies to slide with almost as little friction as there more intimate regions. Even so, her nipples were pressed so hard against his chest that the breasts slid in time with the love making. The smell of their mixed sweat, and the musty sweetness of her moisture filled her nostrils, filling her with pure passion. The only other sense that was functioning was the sense of touch. It seemed that this had overloaded the others with the strain of carrying so much raw feeling. All she could hear was the thunderous beat of her pulse in her ears; all she could taste was the barest hint of sweat rolling off his naked flesh into her mouth. She broke her lips from his and began furiously kissing at his neck and shoulders, feeling him do the same. 

She stared up at the ceiling past his shifting body, stars exploding throughout her brain at the ferocity yet strange delicateness of his love making. Her hands on his neck and back jerked around; her body desperately venting energy. Her legs unclasped from his waist, stretching them outwards and upwards, gaping as wide as she could. He rolled sideways, maintain the same steady rhythm until she was on top of him. She sat up, kneeling across his hips, gasping for air, sweat pouring off her body in waves. Their coupled pubic regions were slick with her excretions, black hair matting together and holding them close. She twisted on his penis, feeling it burrowing deeper inside her, the thick rock hard shaft filling her vaginal passage. He had a hand on each breast, and she leant forwards whilst taking up his rhythm again, albeit slower. He took a nipple into his mouth and her heightened senses felt his tongue flicking over it. She knew that in any ordinary situation, this feeling would have her squirming in pleasure, but now she barely noticed it. It was a drop of feeling in an ocean of incredible pleasure. 

She increased her pace, causing grunts to emanate from the mouth of the man beneath her. Sitting up again, she felt his grunts increasing and increasing in one long exclamation. At the same time, she felt his penis pulsate, and his testicles contract under her labia, shooting sperm into his penis from where it emerged into her vagina in a powerful blast of semen. She felt every blast impact on her cervix, yet one more sensation in her battered midriff. She frantically powered up and down on him, spearing herself with his now fulfilled penis, desperate for that orgasm that would complete her. And then it hit her. It started in the clitoris. A tingle developed, rapidly blossoming into a full-blown explosion. Her vaginal walls began to contract and expand rapidly, muscles sucking on his penis, trying to suck any remaining drops of sperm from it. This sent arrows of pure golden pleasure shooting up her abdomen. She screamed as wave after wave after wave of incredible power and pleasure overcame her, jerking her body upright, fingernails scoring lines in his chest as she lost control of her body entirely. Then, she collapsed forwards onto his chest, and fell into a deep sleep along with him, his deflating penis still lodged inside her crotch.

When they awoke, together, it was about three hours later. They looked at each other, and their lips met. She slipped off him, his shrunken penis flopping out of her, covered in their combined secretions, some of which were starting to dry into white patches in his pubic hair. Standing up, she felt a stream of fluid cascading down her inner thighs. A finger brought some of it to her lips – heaven. She walked into the en-suite bathroom, pushing the door to, not closed, behind her. There, she sat on the toilet, and began to wipe the secretions from her vagina, labia and inner legs. She had to be gentle; her genitals were sensitive to the slightest touch now, and too much pressure became painful. The door opened, and he came in silently. 

He knelt before her, and began performing this intimate service for her. He was gentle, but even so, it did not take long before the old moisture was replaced by new, although this was in much smaller quantity. When he had finished, the swapped, so she began cleaning the sticky remnants of their lovemaking from him. cleaned, they returned to the bedroom. They dressed each other. Her knickers were ruined; they were sodden with vaginal secretions and were beginning to stiffen like cardboard. She left them off. After the stockings were rolled up her legs and the dress replaced around her, all that remained was a deep, passionate kiss on the lips, accompanied by some swift, under dress groping, and then, she simply walked out the door. Not a word spoken to him since she had bared her breasts to him, all those hours ago. But she knew she would remember it all the same.