Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3

... while her hands stroked my bum. I sat up and shuffled towards her until I was almost hovering over her face. Elizabeth looked up at me with her twinkly brown eyes and licked her lips as her tongue lapped against my labia. I made a circular movement in the air with my finger, and she nodded, interpreting my naughty idea as I had intended. She lay face down on the bed and her lovely, cheeky bottom rose like two lovely soft hills from the valley of her spine. I traced my finger tips down her back, following each stroke with a kiss until I reached the little dimples above her buttocks. I parted her legs and lay between them so I had completely free access to her sex and her lovely ass. I kissed her with my tongue, parting the sticky crease of her vulva and slid upwards until I was licking her tight little hole. Elizabeth loved it. Her moans were mixed with little notes of anguish, wanting me to continue. Her gorgeous sexy bum was just too good to deny her wish and I rolled my tongue around her most private area as my fingers pleasured myself at the same time. She turned over and we kissed some more, her body moving against the bed so that our bodies squished together, driving me wild in the process. I swung one leg round, pivoting on the other until I faced the other way and nestled my face between her legs while Elizabeth lapped at my pussy. Having already licked her sweet pot of love, she was lovely and moist and warm. It was sheer joy to continue where I had left off, while ...

... receiving oral pleasure at the same time. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the job in hand, and I guess we each became lost to the intimacy of licking and being licked. My body was building once more to a wondrous release as we pushed our tongues deeper, licking and kissing and loving. I was beginning to tremble as my most erogenous zone was stimulated and little spasms of erotic pleasure swept over me. Building to a climax, I was shivering and moaning as I stroked over Elizabeth’s clit drawing muffled cries from her lips as we came together; her body suddenly wracked with her orgasm. I turned around and kissed her lips, which were were damp with my own juices. We snuggled together, my right leg crossed over her left and we kissed and cuddled among the pinks and mauves. “The best yet?” I whispered. “Hmmm… maybe," she said with a mischievous giggle. “I’m hungry, it must be time for tea,” I said, nibbling her ear lobe. “I fancy some ravioli.” “Good call. Me too!” As we dressed, Elizabeth brought the conversation round to the painting. “So what now? What’s with this sale? You said it was a long story.” “We’ll go round there together in the morning. The guy there today hardly speaks any English.” I explained the situation, with the change of the name and how amazing Elanora had been. “What’s got to happen with the painting now?” “Right. Well I have an appointment with this guy on Monday. The next test is really expensive. I think they will analyse the paint.” “Analyse the ...