Beyond Desire

She closes her eyes to savor the sensations as her hand brushes gently over his face and hair. As much as Megan loves to look down at him as he lies between her thighs, at other times, she loves to lie back and just enjoy the sensory overload. One thing is for sure, when they are in bed, she must touch him. It is a need beyond desire, it is as basic to her as breathing.

Megan feels his warm breath on her mound and thighs. He is being a devil and delaying his contact with her pussy. In frustration her hips rise as if to meet his mouth and she hears a soft laugh erupt from him.

"Does my baby need me?"

"Yes, God yes I do."

Bill lowers his face to her and lets his morning stubble rub against her soft inner thighs. The burning sensation only heightens her arousal for him. Her soft moan of pleasure gives him an idea. Bill moves his face over her full puffy lips and rubs his face back and forth across them, causing the burn not only to ignite on the tender skin there but deep within her.

Megan responds just as he knew she would. Her lips become fuller yet, but they slowly part allowing her scent to perfume the room. Wet, wild, untamed and lustful, her pussy calls out to him of her need. Bill swirls his tongue through the soft down covering her, then stops for a moment. He then begins to nip at the lips moving back and forth between them causing them to engorge further. Taking a lip in his teeth, he treats it much as he does her nipples. Licking, sucking, lightly biting and pulling it away from her body, he watches her face change over each movement.

One small hand caresses his face and plays with his hair while the other moves to her breasts. Megan cups and kneads the her breast, drawing her fingers towards her nipple until she had the aureola trapped between them. With a slight tug, she pulls the breast upwards until the nipple slides through her fingers. Megan shudders as the breast falls to her chest. Reaching across, she performs the same act on the other, though her movements are a bit rougher, belying her growing arousal.

Bill's eyes look up over her body, to her hands ravaging "his tits." He wishes he could be drinking from her and yet, have his lips wrapped about a nipple, his teeth grazing them, sending shivers up and down her spine. But her taste calls out to him, as the slick juices run between her lips and over his mouth. It is here he will stay and play.

Through her fog of passion, Megan is aware of Bill's muffled voice. She opens her eyes and looks down to see his focused in on her face. He lifts his glistening face for a moment.

"Open yourself for me, I want to see your fingers touching yourself. I want to feel your fingers under my tongue."

Megan feels the blush rise in her cheeks, but she willingly lowers her hands to her pussy. Latching her thumbs over the swell of the mound, she dips in her index and middle fingers of each hand and splits herself open to Bill as if offering him a summer ripe peach. Her scent fills the air, and Bill inhales her perfume. Holding the lips open, her fingers glide up to the clitoral shaft as she places one on each side of it. The hood has retracted, living the clitoris standing up and hard. He thinks to himself it looks like a pearl, glistening with wetness. Megan's fingers begin to glide back and forth along the sides sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Bill's tongue snakes out and touches the tip of her clit causing Megan's body to arch as if to ask for more.

Megan slides one hand down further, her finger poised at the opening. Bill watches in fascination as she flicks it back and forth, just pushing the edge in and out. Her other hand is still stroking her clit, making her all the wetter. Finally her finger dips inside, circling up to find that soft spot that drives her crazy. Slowly, ever so slowly she slides her finger in and out. She painstakingly draws it up through her slit and then brings it to her mouth. Eyes locked on each other, Bill watches Megan trace her lips with her wetness and then lick her finger clean. His eyes darken and narrow over this wanton display she has given him.

Taking his tongue, he swirls it about her clit, much as a tornado would dance over the prairie. Circling it, he lowers the tip of his tongue until his fingers are now dancing over her fingers as well. Wishing to delay her climax and tease her a bit more, Bill moves down from her clit to her folds. His tongue searches out her wetness hidden between the folds. Acting like a man parched and seeking to quench his thirst, he delicately laps between them, pulling what he craves from her. Dipping his tongue just into the opening, he presses down a bit and then licks his way to her clit, stopping just short of it. Her hands fly outward, clutching at the sheets.

Grabbing a pillow, Bill pushes it under her, raising her up, giving him better access to not only her pussy, but to her round, soft ass. Now he takes his hands and parts her, seeing all of her from her tight puckered opening to her clit which is larger than ever.

"Look at me baby," he whispers.

Megan looks down at him, staring into her depths. He slides two fingers into her, filling her up. Slowly he fucks her, his brown eyes locked on her blue ones. She rocks back and forth in rhythm to his thrusts. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, more ragged and passion filled than the last. Withdrawing his fingers, it is she this time who watches as he brings her taste to his lips. Opening his mouth, he savors her. Dropping his hand to her pussy again, Bill strokes just the slick opening, teasing her into begging.

"Please Bill, please, touch me, lick me, eat me, oh baby.....Please"

He smiles a self satisfied smile and places his hands on her again. Determined to drive her to the edge and beyond, he dips his thumbs into her and pulls her wide open. Lowering his face to her, he thrusts in his tongue, tracing her from the inside. Megan about goes insane. She bucks her body; to control her, Bill rests his body on her legs, in effect pinning her down and holding her still.

"Hold still now, do not move."

He doubles his efforts now, licking, sucking and tasting all of her he possibly can. He hears her fingernails dragging over the sheets as she tries to obey him and stay still. Her lack of movement has turned into vocalization of her pleasure. Bill can hear her cries and moans as she tosses her head back and forth. Under his mouth, her pussy is trembling, building up to a crashing orgasm. Bill pulls her legs up over his shoulders, cupping her ass, pulling him to her as if he was going to devour her.

"Oh honey, oh baby...now, now, now! Please don't stop, oh honey....never stop."

Suddenly, Bill feels her warm wetness squirting across his lips. He knows he has taken her to the edge and beyond for her to cum this hard. As she shivers and shudders as she comes down from her orgasm, he kisses his way up her thighs, to her breasts and then finally gathers her in his arms and kisses her tenderly. Megan sighs in contentment, basking in his care and love for her. As her heart slows down, a smile begins to play around her lips. Bill looks down at her and asks.

"Why the smile?"

"Hmmmm, 'cause darling, your turn is coming."