Naughty Story Tuesday.
The scent of vanilla and cinnamon was floating in our candlelit bedroom. The silent, dancing flames were scattered throughout, standing atop every wooden dresser and night table available. On the unmade bed, the mess of the coffee brown sheets and the red and gold duvet provided evidence of the events that had unfolded thus far.
And there I was lying naked, on my back, my legs wrapped around Cate's head. After the extended love affair that I had previously entertained with her unfolded pussy and her engorged clitoris, it was now her turn to feast, and I was not intent on resisting her charms nor her talents.
My clear want had already spilled, or rather, overflowed, as usually happens when I'm left to eat her out for any length of time, and Cate was happy to initiate the process of cleaning me up in preparation to make an even nicer mess.
Fully satiated as I was from her rich nectar, I was content to lay back and let her have her way with me. I even felt a mounting inclination to refrain from caressing her, to let the uninhibited abandon wash over me. My mind, between two breaths, did produce the recollection of the black eye mask seen earlier in the night stand cabinet. But Cate was just getting comfortable, and her tongue was getting warmer, and at first I thought of foregoing it.
However long I waited for the thought to go away, I did not succeed. I wanted too much to restrain my actions, to channel my senses. "Hold that thought," I said, twisting my torso and reaching for the night table while attempting to preserve the perfection of our arrangement. Moments later, as I slipped on the satin mask, the twinkle of candles reflecting in her eyes is the last glimpse I had of anything that night.
There I was at last, at her mercy.
Cate immediately took me in her mouth. Whole. That sudden and welcome attack of insane warmth acted like a switch, and within seconds I was growing out from between her lips. Expertly, she was rubbing sideways the flat of her tongue on the cut just below the head of my penis, extracting appreciative sounds from me.
I lay there with my hands above my head, anchored in her mouth. I rested my legs on the back of her shoulders and closed them around her head, just enough to feel her wavy hair caressing my inner thighs. That was such a delicious accent to my sensations which were already alerted by Cate applying wet attention to the entire length of me.
One moment there was a rhythmic, engulfing movement directly on the head. The other, kisses that suckled more than they loved were drawing out every ounce of stiffness out of my shaft. And up and down the focus went, and my pleasure closely followed, pushing aside any other priority. Breathing became a function of helping the sweetness produced, of improving the deep extraction of sensations from inside me.
Eventually I did not want to contain Cate between my legs anymore, I wanted to be seen, to be revealed, to be sucked completely, and I opened myself wide, as much as I could. I had a vague sense of Cate moaning with delight when this increased the length of my erection and the possible coverage of her caresses. More parts of her were touching me, manipulating me, and thus the satisfaction I was experiencing.
Cupped so tightly and played so expertly, I doubt I stayed in this position for very long. Always seeking to refine the delight of my arousal, I had the urge to lift my legs up. I brought my hands down and wrapped them behind my knees, pulling back. My butt was slightly off the bed and I was not thinking anymore. Cate was not a mouth, she was an ocean swallowing me whole, flooding me and exalting in the roar from my throat.
The eruption that followed sent my head back into the pillow, my chest heaving with force. My hips, in an instinctive and primal desire to accomplish their task, were humping up and down rapidly. I was a body exploding into a stream of released desire.
Once Cate was done playing with me, after she had fulfilled the promise to make the mess worse, I passed out behind the satin mask and fell into the deepest, perfect sleep.