tremblingfluidheat

As you walk into the bedroom and see the diaphanous black lingerie displayed, you experience the same erotic tingle I received buying your valentines gift for you. You understand exactly what is expected of you. Slowly, as if I was watching you peel off layer by layer of your day’s weary clothes. As each skin of fabric falls in a puddle at the floor you feel cleansed and awaken. The fuzz lifts from your head and the tingle begins. Awareness of your sexuality and desire creeps into your consciousness.  You feel your body respond to the peeling fabric. Naked at last you stare into the full length mirror, at last seeing what I see. Curves, eroticism, a taught nipple, you reach out with my hands and caress the full curve of your breast. Not enough, you groan as you pinch hard and your nipple screams out in a cascade of pleasure culminating in your groin. If only I could watch you now, you think deliciously to yourself as you stare in awe as your hand snakes over your feminine belly towards the waiting root of your pleasure.

Just as your fingers are about to enter your wet trembling cunt you feel a single drop of wetness tickle its way down your inner thigh. Reaching out to caress it you hear a faint gasp and see me staring in awe at you from the armchair placed in the corner of the room. You lock eyes with me and we sense each others need. Our eyes are now locked together tangibly. Your cheeks flush in embarrassed realisation of your inadvertent exhibitionism, and then I see it in your eye, a spark, no, a flame of courageous delicious naughtiness. You shock me with your next move. Your finger finds the escaped drop of wet desire working its way down and staring at me you bring your finger up to eye level, and slowly and excruciatingly wilfully taste yourself for my benefit. So turned on I see your knees almost buckle and you notice my cock hard, disfiguring the fabric of my jeans. Immobilised by desire,  I hear you order me to take my shirt off. I comply groaning, “Graze yourself through your jeans” you instruct me, and I comply, groaning.

Our eyes still transfixed. You walk over to me naked, grabbing the lingerie on the way. You order me to unbutton my fly and I immediately comply. Hovering over me, your fragrance fills my universe. Your breasts mesmerising me, your thighs so close. “Touch yourself” you order as you slowly you turn, bending over as you strip in reverse. The black old fashioned stockings slowly working their way up your delicious calf and thigh as I moan in erotic pleasure, my hands on myself and my eyes bringing to much sensation for me to bear silently. You back towards me aiming your hot wet core at my over anxious shaft, moving back the tip of my cock finds your deliriously ready clitoris in a sliding sensation to much for either of us to bear, and the room fills with the sound of our need. Moving away again, you go down on all fours, still facing away, I cares myself with your wetness, like you know I like as you pose your perfect ass and sex in a wilful exhibitionist display of the sexuality you suddenly and relentlessly own at last. I groan and resist coming at the realisation. Steadying yourself on the wall you slowly rise and again lock eyes with my desperate need. I am on the verge of coming and we both know it. “Stop” I hear you say through the fog of my desire as I comply. I see you touch yourself, fingers entering your core and dragging your wet heat and pleasure over your overeager, needy clitoris, you groan into my trembling universe as I leave the chair and become a pin of light some how viewing you from inside and a distance at once, I feel your passion, love, need and desire, and all is beauty. I realise that I am held trapped in exquisite erotic bliss, still on the verge of orgasm as my fingers find their way to my needy cock. Delirious in needy joy and not wanting too much, not wanting too little, but needing to stay on the edge, watching you join me as your fingers circle your clitoris in equal need, our eyes somehow never having left their embrace.  You stop suddenly and boldly pose at me, while sensuously and elegantly adding the silky black layers of the gifted lingerie. The fabric revealing as it conceals. You fondle your breast harshly and your cunt softly, sensually, imprisoning my desire in your wilfulness, Fuck, I am yours. You lift the layer covering your newly neatly, trimmed pubes with the back of your hand and caress yourself closer to the delicious edge. You nod your head at me and I realise I am to bring myself closer as you tremble on the cusp. Oh god. My soul is being agonisingly slowly fucked by your power.  I am so alive and in love. You stop me with a look, and continuing to touch yourself, you slowly lower your mouth to the tip of my cock while maintaining eye contact.

I am ready to come in your mouth and am holding back, as your free hand finds my ass, I suddenly feel  myself let go and my word implodes in penetrating orgasm as your hands firmly grasp my balls, I begin to come in your mouth as I see the orgasm in your eyes.

We collapse, entangled spent and deliriously in love.

We wake stirring ages later and our minds lock in one mutual thought “Happy valentines my love”