The Beginning

The room was dark with the exception of moonlight streaming through the window; the curtains fluttering softly in the warm breeze. It felt as if the air had reached the bed and the gentle puffs were playing at her gown. As she opened her eyes the soft glow illuminated the cause of her disturbance. She gazed into his warm, golden brown eyes smiling down on her. She could only smile back and softly whisper, "Hi honey."

Ever so slowly and seductively, his fingers continued to unbutton her gown. As he reached her breasts, he stopped for a moment. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his fingertips grazed her nipples. Instinctively she arched towards his hands, wanting more, needing more. He teased her by moving to the bottom of her full heavy breast, cupping and kneading it with his hand. Impatiently she reached for the next button undoing it, giving him more room, exposing her breasts fully to him. When her fingers moved to the next one, he stopped her.

"No, you always seduce me. This is your time, lie back and let me make love to you."

How could she refuse him? She loved his touch, how it sent electrical currents surging through her body. Dropping her hands to her side, she let him continue.

His fingers began to milk her breasts. Surrounding the full tissue, he would draw them towards the nipple, firmly and growing with intensity until he reached his goal. Then, he would tweak and pull at them, causing them to swell and grow within his palm. Her breathing quickened and her hips began that seductive sway that told him she was beginning to respond. Closing her eyes, she gave way to the pleasure he was giving her. As her arousal level rose, so did her need for him.

"I have to touch you, to feel you," she moaned as she reached for him.

"That's fine, but nothing more. Understood?"

She nodded her head in silence to him as her hand began to lightly caress his chest and arm. Turning a bit towards him, so that her body touched his, she welcomed him. He began to pull harder on her nipples, knowing how she loved it. Her fingers would dig into his skin for a moment, then relax as she grew accustomed to the pleasurable pain.

"Please."

"Please?"

"Yes, Please.....please nurse me, suckle me."

He lowers his mouth to her breast and draws the nipple in, never breaking eye contact with her. Sucking on it until it is as hard as a diamond in his mouth, he begins to flick his tongue rapidly over it. Faster and harder he goes until she thinks she is about to climax, then abruptly he stops, and smiles a wicked grim at her.

"You're not getting off that easy my pet. This will take a while."

He dips his head to the other breast and begins again. This time, he uses his teeth to draw out the nipple. She gasps in pleasure, shivering with delight. Her legs fall open and he places his leg between them; immediately she begins to grind on it. He feels the heat and the wetness he has caused in her.

With his mouth still sucking her nipple, his hand begins to trail down her body. When his fingers touch the downy softness of her curls, she moans and freezes. But he is not going to let her off that easily, he intends to tease her into a frenzy tonight. He brushes his fingers across the lips, feeling the heat they enclose, a heat that he fired, and that only he knows how to quench. Running the palm of his hand over her, she pushes up against it, turns her face to his chest and cries out.

"Honey, touch me......God, don't make me beg. Please, I need to feel your fingers on me, in me....."

Taking his hand, he begins to stroke her slit, teasing her, listening to her sighs. Yet, he is having a hard time holding back, her wetness calls to him. Taking a finger, he dips between the lips and coats it. Bringing to her nipple, he paints it with her juice, and begins to lick it off.

"Again," she cries.

And again he fingers her, this time taking time to play with the inner lips. She is so aroused, so ready for him. Grasping one with his fingers, he pulls and tugs on it, surprised that she is not brushing his hand away in shyness. But she couldn't now if she wanted too, she knows that tonight is the night they cross what little barrier is left between them. He knows it too.

Her hand drops from his chest downwards to join his. Her delicate fingers begin to play with her clitoris as he is gathering her wetness again. He moves down her body to lay his head on her thigh, to watch this show she is giving. Taking his fingers, he parts the full lips as not to hide any thing from his view. He looks up to her face and sees her close her eyes in shyness from him.

"Look at me," he commands her, yet her eyes still remain closed. He knows that deep within her there is a struggle going on, who will win out, the shy lady or the wanton woman.

With a softer, yet still commanding voice, he again states, " Look at me."

With difficulty she opens her eyes and meets his. Blushing furiously she attempts to move her hand away from her pussy, but he quickly covers it with his. Using only his hand, he conveys to her to continue her self pleasure. He dips his finger into her wet, tight pussy, know that this will cause her to quickly forget her embarrassment. Steadily he strokes in and out, first one finger, then two. Rising up on his elbow next to her, he kisses her deeply, silently telling her that everything is all right, nothing will change, no matter what happens.

Letting the shyness pass, she begins to milk his fingers with her pussy, pulling them deeper and deeper into her. Again he pulls her fluids from her, but this time he brings them to her lips.

"Lick my fingers clean."

Never breaking their glance, she takes his fingers, coated with her pussy juice into her mouth. She moans around his fingers, licking and sucking them as if it was his cock he was feeding her. Over and over he does this, until her lips are covered in her wetness.

He pulls her legs off of the side of the bed, and drops to his knees between them. Pushing her legs far apart and upwards, he looks at the very core of her.

"Spread yourself for me."

She dips her thumbs between the lips and pulls them open, allowing him to see her hard clit sticking up, the folds of her inner lips, glistening as if covered with morning dew. So hard is her arousal that she has opened up, like a rose on a warm summer day. And much like a rose, her fragrance rises to meet him, heavy and sweet. He tenderly touches her clit, watching both it and her entire body respond. Copious wetness flows from her, gathering on the sheets between her legs. He then takes his thumbs between the slit, opening her up even further to his gaze.

"Touch yourself. I want to watch you stroke your clit, play with your pussy. I want you to cum for me."

She is beyond any place sexually that she has ever been before. Willingly she drops her hand and begins to stroke. He watches how she avoids direct contact with her clitoris, rather, she rapidly strokes and caresses the side shaft. Her head tosses from side to side, enjoying the sensations that her fingers are giving her, and more so, that she is so exposed to him. He places a finger just at the opening and watches her hips rise up to fuck it.

"Oh God, please, please give it to me, I am so close," she cries out in frustration.

"Is that what my little slut wants? Does she want me to finger fuck her?"

"Yes, oh God, yes. Please fuck me baby."

He teases her by only sliding in to the first knuckle, denying her the feeling of fullness. Amazed by the juices running from her, he slowly and agonizingly teases her pussy.

"Jack off your clit for me. Take it between your fingers and show me how you cum."

Obeying him, she grasps her clit like a tiny cock and strokes the shaft for him. Sliding his finger in deeper, he feels her orgasm beginning to build. Moving his face closer, he watches her fingers fly over her clit, amazed at how stiff and thick it has grown. Her cries of passion have become louder than he has ever heard from her. Her pussy has turned to a dark rose color and the erotic smell of her is overwhelming his senses. He can stand it no longer and lowers his mouth to her clit. Just as he wraps his lips about it, she cums, squirting into his mouth, on to his chin, flooding him with her hot, sweet cum. She pulls his face deeper into her, as if she never wishes for him to stop. Her cries peak as her body shakes underneath him. Slowly the tremors stop except for the occasional aftershock.

He lies next to her on the bed, and pulls her close, kissing her deeply, sharing her taste with her. He is surprised by a salty taste to her kiss, and looks up to see tears. She lowers his face to the crook of his neck, seeking a moment's respite from the turmoil of emotions that are churning within her. He holds her gently and tenderly, knowing that this is a new beginning. As if she read his mind, she looks up and smiles. She rolls over, takes the pillow under her arms, and rises to her knees. Her ass is up in the air, an offering.

"Love, I am ready. Take me."