Craving His Touch

The anticipation had been building all night, a slow, delicious torment that left me aching with desire. Every glance, every touch, every whispered promise had only served to heighten my craving. Now, as I kneel before him, the room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate, heated moment.

I take him into my mouth, the taste of him exploding on my tongue. He’s velvety soft, yet rock hard beneath, a tantalizing contrast that makes my mouth water. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat almost immediately, and I relax, taking a deep breath through my nose. I want to take him deeper, to feel him slide down my throat, to give him the pleasure he deserves.

I look up at him, my eyes watering as I struggle to take him deeper. Tears stream down my face, mixing with the saliva that drips from my chin. The sight of me, tears glistening on my cheeks, my lips stretched around him, seems to drive him wild. He groans, his hands reaching down to tangle in my hair, gripping tightly.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting gently at first, then with more force. I relax my throat, letting him use my mouth for his pleasure. I can feel every inch of him, the veins, the ridges, the pulsing heat of his arousal. My own body responds, my nipples hardening, my pussy throbbing with need. I moan around him, the vibration sending shivers down his spine, and he groans in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet, sloppy noises of my mouth working his cock, his grunts and moans of satisfaction. I can feel the pressure building in my body, the sensation of him hitting my stomach with each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

He grabs my hair tighter, using it as leverage to push himself deeper into my throat. I can feel him hitting my stomach, the warmth of him spreading through me, and I look up at him with watery eyes, begging for more. He obliges, his hips thrusting harder, his cock sliding deeper with each stroke. I can feel him swelling, his body tensing as he nears his climax.

I want to taste him, to feel him come undone in my mouth, so I redouble my efforts. My head bobs faster, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock, stroking in time with my mouth. He’s hitting the back of my throat with each stroke, and I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my stomach. I swallow, the muscles in my throat constricting around him, and he lets out a guttural moan.

“Fuck, your mouth is incredible,” he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. I look up at him, my eyes watering, my lips swollen and wet, and I can see the effort it takes for him to hold back. I want to push him over the edge, to feel him lose control completely.

I double my efforts, my head bobbing faster, my hand stroking in tandem with my mouth. He’s hitting the back of my throat with each stroke, and I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my stomach. I swallow again, the sensation pushing him closer to the brink.

His grip on my hair tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. I can feel his body tensing, his cock swelling, and I know he’s close. I want to taste him, to feel him come undone in my mouth, so I redouble my efforts, my mouth and hand working in tandem, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grits out, his voice a low growl. I moan in response, the vibration sending him over the edge. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he releases into my throat. I swallow, taking every last drop of him, my own body shuddering with the intensity of the moment.

As he pulls out, I take a deep breath, my throat raw and sore, but the feeling is one of satisfaction. I look up at him, my lips swollen and wet, my cheeks flushed with arousal. He looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire and something more, something tender. He reaches down, helping me to my feet, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. I smile, leaning into his touch, my body still humming with pleasure. I know that this is just the beginning, that there’s so much more to explore, to experience. And I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.

He leads me to the bed, his hands never leaving my body, his touch setting me on fire. As we lie down, our bodies entwined, I can feel the heat between us, the promise of more pleasure to come. He starts at my neck, his tongue tracing a path down to my collarbone, his teeth nipping gently at my skin. I arch into his touch, my body begging for more.

He obliges, his mouth moving lower, his tongue circling my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. I moan, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body writhing beneath him. He continues his journey downward, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, the anticipation building with each inch of skin he reveals.

As he finally pulls them off, I’m left bare and exposed, my body open to him, my desire on full display. He starts at my thighs, his tongue tracing a path up to my center, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. I shiver, my body trembling with anticipation. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then he leans in, his tongue parting my folds, tasting me for the first time. I moan, my hips bucking off the bed, the sensation overwhelming.

He takes his time, his tongue exploring every inch of me, his fingers joining in, teasing and tormenting. I can feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I get closer and closer to the edge. He seems to sense it, his movements becoming more insistent, his tongue flicking against my clit, his fingers thrusting inside me.

I come with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out my orgasm, his touch gentle yet insistent. As I finally come down from my high, he looks up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal, a satisfied smile on his lips.

But he’s not done yet. He flips me over, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance. I can feel him, hot and hard, ready to take me. He enters me slowly, his cock stretching me, filling me completely. I moan, my body adjusting to the intrusion, the pleasure building once again.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his cock sliding in and out of me. I can feel every inch of him, the friction building, the pleasure intensifying. He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m close again, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

He seems to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, his cock thrusting deeper, his fingers working my clit with expert precision. I come with a cry, my body convulsing around him, my muscles milking his cock. He follows soon after, his body tensing as he releases into me, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm.

As we lie there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. This is what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been dreaming of. And it’s only the beginning. There’s so much more to explore, so much more to experience. And I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.

He rolls off me, his arm draped over my body, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. I turn to him, my body pressing against his, my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, a comforting rhythm that lulls me into a state of relaxation.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice soft and sleepy.

He chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my ear. “The pleasure was all mine,” he replies, his voice filled with satisfaction.

I smile, my eyes fluttering closed as sleep begins to claim me. But even as I drift off, I know that this is just the start. There’s so much more to come, so many more adventures to explore. And I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

As the night wears on, I find myself waking up, my body still throbbing with desire. I look over at him, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths, and I can’t help but feel a sense of longing. I want more, I need more. I slip out of bed, my body naked and exposed, and make my way to him.

He stirs as I climb on top of him, his eyes fluttering open as he feels my wetness against his cock. He’s already hard, his body responding to my touch, and I can’t help but smile. I position myself over him, feeling his cock press against my entrance, and slowly lower myself onto him.

He fills me completely, his cock stretching me, the pleasure intense. I start to move, my hips rolling, my body taking what it needs. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, his body meeting mine thrust for thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure, our moans and grunts of satisfaction, the wet slapping of our bodies coming together.

I can feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I get closer and closer to the edge. He seems to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, his cock thrusting deeper, his fingers finding my clit, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I come with a cry, my body convulsing around him, my muscles milking his cock. He follows soon after, his body tensing as he releases into me, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm.

As we lie there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal, I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This is what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been dreaming of. And it’s only the beginning. There’s so much more to explore, so much more to experience. And I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.

He rolls me over, his body covering mine, his cock already hardening again. I can feel the heat between us, the promise of more pleasure to come. He starts at my neck, his tongue tracing a path down to my collarbone, his teeth nipping gently at my skin. I arch into his touch, my body begging for more.

He obliges, his mouth moving lower, his tongue circling my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. I moan, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body writhing beneath him. He continues his journey downward, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my imaginary panties. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, the anticipation building with each inch of skin he reveals.

As he finally pulls them off, I’m left bare and exposed, my body open to him, my desire on full display. He starts at my thighs, his tongue tracing a path up to my center, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. I shiver, my body trembling with anticipation. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then he leans in, his tongue parting my folds, tasting me for the first time. I moan, my hips bucking off the bed, the sensation overwhelming.

He takes his time, his tongue exploring every inch of me, his fingers joining in, teasing and tormenting. I can feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I get closer and closer to the edge. He seems to sense it, his movements becoming more insistent, his tongue flicking against my clit, his fingers thrusting inside me.

I come with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out my orgasm, his touch gentle yet insistent. As I finally come down from my high, he looks up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal, a satisfied smile on his lips.

But he’s not done yet. He flips me over, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance. I can feel him, hot and hard, ready to take me. He enters me slowly, his cock stretching me, filling me completely. I moan, my body adjusting to the intrusion, the pleasure building once again.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his cock sliding in and out of me. I can feel every inch of him, the friction building, the pleasure intensifying. He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m close again, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

He seems to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, his cock thrusting deeper, his fingers working my clit with expert precision. I come with a cry, my body convulsing around him, my muscles milking his cock. He follows soon after, his body tensing as he releases into me, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm.

As we lie there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. This is what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been dreaming of. And it’s only the beginning. There’s so much more to explore, so much more to experience. And I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.