Making Love to a Chinese Blossom - Sex Stories

Making Love to a Chinese Blossom

... got there, he spun her around, kissing her hard, then moving down to her breasts, putting a nipple in his mouth. She let out a moan, and her whole body moved to the pleasure which subtly flowed through her. She too was on fire. He continued down, kissing her belly, taking each inch of flesh in like it were oxygen, like he was some old-school cartographer mapping a still undiscovered and gorgeous continent, finding the boundaries and borders of her geography with his mouth. He was on his knees now, looking up into her dark, dove shaped eyes. She shivered as his tongue moved in circles just below her belly button, skirting the lining of her underwear. His hands gripped her buttocks joyfully, and found their way to her panty liner. He kissed the outlines in the fabric which formed the clear and sensual shape her pussy’s lips. She shuddered as his mouth made contact, and he could feel heat emanating from the area. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked with a hint of profound guilt. The seriousness of this sensuality was so heavy in the air. She nodded, breathing hard through her mouth, and clutching his hair in her hands. “Put me in your mouth,” she said with a reluctant and soft fury. His fingers then took grip of her panties and began to pull them down. He waited with schoolboy anticipation as the small black patch of hair, and then the soft beautiful perfection of her pussy was revealed to him. He lost track of his hand movements, and her underwear stopped just below her ...

... knees. He moved forward, tilting his head back slightly, and putting her whole pussy into his mouth. His tongue moved with agile ease, spreading her fire apart until he could taste the sweet metallic life of her body. He then moved his tongue up and over her clit, and she tugged on his hair as it swept over her. He pulled back, her body pink and moist like a cherry-blossom in spring. “Fuck I want you,” he said, desire vibrating through every word, and his body trembling from the adrenaline rush of restraint, “I want you like I have never wanted anyone before.” He put her pussy back in his mouth, and she let out a gasp. He pushed her back until her legs met the bed which lay directly on the ground. Having no legs, the bed’s height was only about a foot and a half off the ground. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, her panties finally falling to the floor, as he guided her slowly down onto the mattress. He admired the perfect curves of her belly and breasts, and loved the soft creases of her neck which he had spent the last year and a half obsessing over. Though she was of Chinese descent, she was to him, his Marichiko, and the words of that phantom like Japanese poet echoed loudly in his head, Making love with you Is like drinking sea water The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea. He knelt before her, and she propped her feet up on his shoulders, pushing gently against his wet shirt. He quickly took off his shirt, ...