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With giddy breaths, we crawled under the blanket. Had taken a shower, made dinner, eaten the dinner, being just giggling lovebirds the whole evening. It has been years since we have first done this, yet it has somehow never quite lost its magic. Though more often than not it ends in acts of less magic and more of absolute depravity.
The room was dark. Tonight, we just felt like it would be nicer without any distractions. Nothing but the sounds of the city, gently leaking from behind the light curtains, accompanied by the radiator humming in its heated Winter campaign, and momentously, our own warmth of excitedness, affection, and the simple joy of touching skin, which was, for now, just our feet, arms, and necks.
It was a chaste thing. It had been a long day, so when I pulled her close and squeezed her uncomfortably tight, a sigh of precious relief echoed from our blissful, homely faces. The day had ended, and we had the whole night, its whole ten hours, for just ourselves.
After properly enjoying the first blissful presses of our squeeze, she pushed her back further into my embrace. A simple act of trust. Did wonders to my affections. Couldnāt help thinking just how much I love her. So, I responded in kind. I first kissed, then lightly bit, her shoulder. She giggled, and shuffled her feet. They are so softā¦ It always surprises me just how important that part of cuddling is. There is this wave of relief whenever our soles and insteps touch. Itās justā¦ So important for a proper evening cuddle.
From her shoulder, my mouth went up. Across her neck, my lips continued tracing her gentle skin, until they reached her earlobe. I cast a light blow, then pulled back my lips and gently bit down. When my teeth grazed the soft skin and its tiny hair, a sigh of both relief and tension escaped her chest. Alongside the joy, there was anticipation. Excitement.
There was something I couldnāt stop thinking about the whole day, and so, now that I had the chance, I got a bit experimental. I leaned a bit forward, and pushed my tongue inside the entrance of her ear. I thought it would make her laugh, but instead, what I felt was the warmth of her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine, and guiding me down the gap between her shirt and her shorts. I went along, and kept running my tongue along every turn and fold of her ear, while our palms continued their excited journey along the soft skin of her navel, then across her pelvis, pressing into her skin to slide under her panties, and then going lower still, all the way to her sweetest, most precious place. Once we were in, my fingers took the lead and I began to feel her up, reexploring the familiar shapes of her sweet pink folds. I started at the perineum, gently pressing against that forbidden area, and then moved upwards, two fingers pushing in between her folds, as my middle finger passed through, gently lowered inside her entrance, but never quite reaching fully in. I was just teasing my precious baby girl. It wasnāt time for that. Not yet. Instead, my fingers found her pulsing clit, and gently pressed its perkedup shape inwards, while I planted a loud kiss inside her ear. My fingers started circling her little spot, each movement causing sweet, quiet moans to escape her lips, accompanied by her hips beginning to gently move, asking for more roughness and a firmer touch.
Growing sensitive myself, I couldnāt help but to gently grind against her bottom. When she noticed, despite doing her best not to completely give in to the intense pleasure, her hips got locked in an adorable confusion of wishing to pleasure herself further while wanting to respond to my own urges. I couldnāt help but to cherish her for that. And it gave me no choice other than to make it easy for her. I finally used my other hand, put my fingers around her throat, gently squeezed and roughly pressed, as my other hand began to violently flick and circle her clit. Her previously silent moans now turned into ragged cries of desperate joy. Movements turned erratic. My hand felt soaking wet.
With each circle around her precious source of delight, her lower half shook violently, announcing just how close she was getting. And so, I did the only thing appropriate.
I stopped. She froze for a moment, perhaps in confusion, perhaps in anticipation. I took my time enjoying her confusion, but the second she tried to speak up, I slid two fingers inside, and began to rapidly move up and down, pressing against the top and bottom walls of her pussy. The sounds of a flurry of wet smacking filled the room, accompanied by loud, passionate, and utterly desperate cries, as her body kept shaking with crazed pleasure, craving more, while hopelessly searching for a climax. I had her whole pristine being at the tip of my fingers. This sweet, precious, most adorable, most perfect thing in the whole world. My world. Feeling good because of me.
I sped up. I wanted her to feel even better. Faster. Faster. Louder. Louder. Lifting her with the sheer force of my fingers ravaging her little shrine. Tiny streams of squirt escaping between the flops. My kisses turning into violent bites. Her shrieks morphing into breathless gasps.
Purely by those two fingers inside her sweet pussy, I lifted her a foot in the air, then pressed her into the mattress, then lifted her again, and then, the true shaking finally came.
She grabbed my hand by the wrist and held it firmly inside her. She closed her legs, and her body tried to curl into a ball, becoming paralised just after a slight bend. Her voice went quiet, her movements numb and irregular. Her whole body kept convulsing in violent twitches, as her vagina squeezed around my fingers, pulling them hungrily inside, never wanting to let go.
I peacefully basked in the pleasure of her orgasm. She had, long since lost any sense of her surroundings.
After a while, we reached a perfect stillness. I donāt know just how long it lasted. It felt like an eternity, but was likely no longer than a minute. Then, as if she had just acquired her consciousness, she turned around, and pushed me on my back, my fingers leaving her pussy with a loud smack. Still dressed, she climbed on top of me, and with excited breaths she grabbed my wrists, pinning me under her hold.
āYouā¦ Fuck.ā She exhaled, exhaustedly, with playful spite colouring her voice. I could easily make out tiny laughs of disbelief in between her exhausted breaths, as she began to move and lower her body down. When she reached me, I first felt her soft lips. Then the warmth of her tongue. Pushing through my lips. Past my teeth. Reaching all the way toā¦
( Hello everybody, hope you enjoyed this! It is just a test. I have never written something like this before for an audience. Just in private experiences š Now, Iām not looking for feedback š not right now, anyway. What Iām looking for is whether thereād be an audience interested in me continuing this. Do let me know, and if there will be, then Iāll be looking forward to sharing the next part of this simple, pleasant evening š )
