1. The Final Arrangement


    Date: 5/28/2024, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: RavenUK, Source: LushStories

    ... on hypersensitive skin. I narrate my pleasure with muted gasps and soft moans.
    
    Visiting each breast in turn, his lashing tongue rakes around each aureola before lips draw the nipple gently and deeply into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. The delicious, torturous treatment drives a sparkling thrill throughout my body: deep inside I spasm and clench, and juices flush. My whole body feels as if it's crackling with electricity.
    
    He reaches my neck, nuzzles that sweet spot and... I melt! Gasping, mouth open, his lips and tongue draw out my muffled moans. His face is slick and wet. I'm tasting... me. Scent and flavour unleash primal urges.
    
    He's breathing heavily as he lays over me, shifting position, nudging my sex. My thighs move wider, inviting him. He barely moves yet parts my folds and slides slowly, carefully, considerately inside. His flesh feels deliciously hot, firm, ridged and veined; a cascading eruption as he presses past my G spot and onward, deeper, ever deeper, so filling... so stretched... And he pauses.
    
    Mind reeling, my whole body sings! The travel of him, thick and swollen. The delicious friction. Peals of hot lightning within. Gushing... Vague awareness of screaming...
    
    It's been so long, so long...
    
    He wraps me in his arms and rolls, my lower body pulled by his firmly embedded flesh hook, until I'm lying over him. My sex ripples and grips his steel-hard length, my whole body is trembling and shaking with echoes and aftershocks. With ...
    ... incredible understanding he just holds me, fingertips tenderly exploring and swirling over my shoulders and back. He waits patiently while my breathing gradually slows, ripples dissipate, heat cools to a warm, comfortable, lustful glow.
    
    "Oh, John! Oh..." I suddenly catch myself, embarrassed. Mind tricks. "I'm sorry..."
    
    He chuckles, "Don't worry. I'm flattered."
    
    He begins an undulating movement, hips flexing to draw his length out and press slowly back in as I lay over him. It's an exquisite sensation with my fiery, distended bud dragging through his soft pubic curls. But I'm compelled to control our fate: Bringing my knees forward and lifting myself up I slowly lower my hips again. I scrutinise the nuances of his features. His eyes narrow, and his delight grows as I wrap his shaft into my honeyed sex, pressing down to take my fill. I have him deep, massaging my smooth inner walls, squeezing him.
    
    I cry out loud, slithering with liquid hips. And as I arch my spine backwards to drive that gorgeous firm flesh across my G spot he reaches up to cup and caress my swaying breasts. Lust drives me to ride harder and I hear him groan in pleasure, feel him beginning to swell inside. His fingers playfully tease areolae before pinching and pulling on my nipples, lifting and suspending my breasts from them as I move beneath. Stinging, red-hot fireworks of delicious pleasure pulse through my body with each movement. I hear myself growl, falling forward onto my arms; grasping ...