Her smell… I can never get enough of it. I’m intoxicated, a prisoner, inescapably yet willingly enslaved. It is not a custom perfume; I just know it is her. She changes her shampoo from time to time but somehow her essence still exudes to bind me, to pull me closer.
Her beauty immediately seeps through and endlessly echoes as I open my eyes, suddenly, nothing else matters. We were naked. Stripped, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally of all barriers; nothing could come between us in our moment of love, lust and passion. She smiled as I held her face. She moved her lips, not a sound escaped, but they read I love you. I smiled in return, and with my lips I answer her, not with words but with a kiss. It was long, sensual, and loving as we held each other closer, we were breathing each other.
I lowered my kisses towards her neck, a gentle nib as my hands slowly caress her body, exploring her delicate fair skin. I can hear her heartbeat pounding on her chest calling out to mine; I gently touched my lips on her breast to answer her calls, climbing her modest peaks, my tongue breaks out to lick her leaving her gasping, and as I started to suckle her peach brown nipples, the pleasure quickly traverse to her mouth into moans.
Taking my time, I venture through her sensuous body, traveling by kisses, licks and gentle touches… Lower… Down to that which she has offered to me and I have rightfully claimed. With gentle force, I spread her legs open and gaze once more at the whole of my journey before finally eating her completely. My now pointed tongue plowing through her soaking pussy from the bottom rising along the lines of her lower lips and circling her clit, sending her writhing in ecstasy, I enter a finger curving upwards, my other arm firmly struggles to hold her down so as not to stop my rhythm as I licked, sucked and entered a second finger. She was thrashing, whimpering uncontrollably, completely possessed by a barrage of tongue and finger induced bliss. Soon enough her body stiffens, she lets out a loud moan almost a scream, and slowly followed by a relaxed limpness, a sign that she has reached her first peak and the end of my bountiful feast.
My once firm arm holding her down now gently roams her body again as my other hand now guides my stiff engorged cock towards her welcoming depth; I let it rub her outer rim as I look at her eyes for approval that she’s ready. She merely replies with a hungry stare at my rod as she bit her lower lip. So without a second thought I slowly dipped my head in, savoring every bit before completely plunging us into our deepest desires…we were one again. Her moans continued to encourage me, reaching out to all my vigor, begging for more, she tries to speak amidst the gushing sensation; she wants me to go faster.
“Babeeey… Faster baby…”
I place her legs over my shoulder, and answer her plea. Pounding her fast and deep, with a hand mashing her right breast the other placing two fingers gyrating on her clit, she quickly holds onto both my wrists, not to impede my hands but just to hold on to something, saying to me once that whenever I do these to her it always feels like she can’t handle this much pleasure all at once, but I pour it all on her nonetheless because she deserves every moment of it. Her face a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and a struggle to hold on to what sanity she has left, and it is at this point that the world seems to slow down, my vision tunnels and focuses only on her, she buckles and eventually breathes her final moans, with few more thrusts I pulled out and climaxed as well. Breathing heavily; her eyes as though they were staring into eternity as I wipe my liquids off her navel… I layed down into her arms, we exchange words of love despite our state, we kissed once more, devouring whatever energy left we have…I closed my eyes, held her closer, and breathed her once more.
Her smell… I can never get enough of it.
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P.S.
Pasensya kung in english ko ito sinulat, I just express myself better in that language. Huwag ninyo po sana ako husgahan at alam ko pinoy site eto, Although sinabi ni Rizal na ang “hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika ay parang malansang isda” another Filipino author once said “ang sariling wika ay sa kung saan mo masmadaling maipahiwatig ang iyong sarili.” Let us not judge others for speaking or writing in a foreign language, Tandaan nyo, noong ilang nakaraang dekada lang kilala ang Pilipinas bilang isa sa mga english speaking countries and we were good at it. Nanibago lang ang pananaw natin dahil nagmistulang biro ang pagsasalita nito, dahil kumalat ang pagiisip na eto’y salita ng mayayaman at matatalino lamang. But being able to speak fluent english is not a sign of wealth, prestige or intelligence, merely a sign of flexibility. Kung totoong pangmayayaman at matatlino ang English di sana milyonaryo lahat ng kano at walang homeless sa U.S. or U.K., or ndi sana nagkaroon ng britney spears.