Painting the Landscape of Her Body - Sex Stories

Painting the Landscape of Her Body

... mouth next to his ear. “I am fire,” She whispered through Miles Davis’ trumpet. Broken English never sounded so sweet or so true. He smiled before kissing her burning neck. Her hands tightened around his biceps at the touch of his lips. He could taste her perfume, and the reality of this taste heightened all his senses. He could feel the subtle broken rhythm of her breathing, contrasted with his tongue on her skin. He pulled back, and looked at her lips. She kissed him, and the soft, warm, touch of her whiskey soaked lips made his whole body tense. He reached down and grabbed her ass, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the small bed in the corner of the room, kicking the whiskey bottle carelessly out of the way. They fell onto the bed, the humid hot air clinging to their bodies. She tugged and pulled at the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and trying to get it off in a frenzy. As soon as it was off, she ran her hands down his chest. He burned for the fiery look in her eyes as she traced the rugged outlines of his body. When she saw the way he was looking at her, she blushed, and he leaned down and kissed her. She had both hands on his chest, and the placement of her arms pushed her breasts together. The symmetry of her sensuality called out to him, and he moved down and devoured her breasts one after the other. He consumed her soft flesh, and felt her nipples harden against his tongue. She let out a subtle moan as his tongue moved, and ...

... he fumbled at the button of her jeans, finally getting the button undone. He pulled back and gripped her jeans. She lifted her legs up and rested them on his shoulders, before pushing up off his body, lifting hers so he could slide her jeans off. He did not hesitate, and he tore her panties up and off as well. Her pussy lips looked decadent below him, and he quickly moved down, engulfing them in his mouth, his hands holding her legs together and in the air. She moaned loudly now, her hands on his shoulders. She had never experienced this kind of desire or excitement before, having only ever had unwanted and less than pleasurable experiences with her husband. Every movement of his tongue against her body was a pleasurable friction which sent shivers through her being. After a few minutes, he pulled up, letting her legs fall to the bed. She got up on her elbows and looked down toward his crotch as he began to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. She waited, as he stood up and slid off his jeans, and then his boxers. She let out an unconscious gasp as she saw his cock for the first time, and he knelt back down before her. She watched as he stroked the side of her thighs with his head, before slowly sliding it towards her clit. She held her breath as it got close, and closed her eyes as she felt it slide up between her pussy lips, moaning as it pressed against and ran over her clit. “Oh God,” Gael let out at the sensation of her pussy against his cock. She collapsed back down, and ...