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Burning up

She lay on the couch as he entered the room, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the soft breeze from the window that cooled her. Her dress beckoning to be unbuttoned, her breasts feeling the restriction of the fabric that clung and partially covered them.

As he approached she felt her pulse pick up pace and an involuntary subtle smile take hold. His mouth close to her ear and his softly spoken, suggestively teasing, words increasing her desire for his touch. His passion. His heat to match, and ultimately quell, hers.

His fingers traced over her lips, her body on fire, she tasted him. Absorbed in the pleasure of pure sensory stimulation her eyes remained closed – an invisible blindfold.

She trusted him implicitly. She wanted him, and here he was, at her place, ready to indulge her desire for him, and his for her.

His fingers moved slowly from her mouth and over her breasts as his mouth lowered to her inviting nipple. He teased her relentlessly with his words and touch. She loved to be on this wave with him, urgency for wild abandon – prolonged, all the while her breath shallow, fast and telling of her delight.

One button at a time he released her curves from the blue summer dress she wore. She felt liberated, exposed and never more desirous of the heat of his body to be on hers. His scent on her.

She bathed in his words and the guttural sounds that filled the room as he expressed the fire that surged within him. And then… his mouth was on her. Her body jolted as unexpected as his tongue was. She moaned as he teased and pleasured her. He, consumed and intoxicated by her, feverishly sank his tongue deeper. Her body writhing, her breasts rising, her entire body undulating. He feasted as her legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him to her; one hand reaching out to touch him, to feel his skin under hers, the other, clawed at the sofa as the heat overtook her. Beads of sweat trickled from them both. The dress she lay on top of was wet with her desire. The air was thick with the heady scent of lust…

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
– Anais Nin

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The Hunger (pt 2)

Both of them were overtaken by their raw hunger for one another. A potent union. His handsome hardness and her hot wetness. Their blatant wants and needs colliding in sensual delight.

Their bodies entwined, they moved together sinuously. Feverishly his tongue was replaced by his unrestrained hardness, which he slid over her reddening lips fervidly. Her eyes feasted on the sight before her, just as his did. They were ardent voyeurs as much as lovers. They loved this game of teasing and they drew it out for as long as they were able to. As he pushed lightly between her lips, edging ever closer she closed her eyes wanting to experience just the sensation of her body being entered. She found herself biting her lower lip breathlessly enraptured. They continued the game until the ache was too much to bear. She raised her hips as he thrust his burning cock inside her. Deep. Full. Delicious. She felt the width and breath of him. He felt her wetness surround him. A moment of sated bliss followed by longing for more. The pull to continue… more than the sum of its parts. Consumed by it, they were.

When she thought it could get no better, no more satisfying, she was proven wrong for he knew exactly how to please her. He brought her to one crescendo after another. The waves of pleasure were immense and her body could not help but submit to the sublime sensations overflowing in her.

He continued in his rapture to bring them both to an explosive heated climax. She shuddered over and over.

Her appetite was insatiable. She wanted more. She straddled him and cuffed him to the metal bed head with rubber wrist restraints. She was still hungry and wanted to taste him again. Wanted to run her tongue up his shaft and take the head of his cock inside her mouth. He was at her mercy. Unable to touch her, he could only watch as she tantalized and teased with her tongue and teeth on his nipples, licking and nibbling at his chest… running her fingers over his body before taking his cock in her hand as she moved her breasts slowly over his chest…and finally kissing him on the mouth. She played with him. She was free to use him anyway she wished and she did. His cock was throbbing and pulsating and she was aching to be filled once more.

Upon his release he took back control with an intensity and desire that took her breath away. As he entered her one last time she tightened her grip on the bars at the end of the bed, her moans muffled by a pillow, still audible. His cock hard for her until the very end when the waves of his orgasm poured from him onto her and together they collapsed in their shared ecstasy. They lay spent and in awe of the potency between them.

Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
― William Blake

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

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