I woke up to the warmth of her breath on my skin, the softness of her lips against my nipple, and the gentle suction that pulled my breast into her mouth. Her fingers danced across my stomach, teasingly scratching at my lower abdomen as she moved closer, her wetness now dangerously close to the thin fabric that separated us. Her other hand found its way between our bodies, delicately parting my folds, teasing my clit with the pad of her index finger.
I moaned, arching my back into her touch, my hips instinctively grinding against her hand. The feeling of her lips on my nipple, her tongue flicking against the hard peak, sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making it impossible to think of anything but the sensations she was eliciting. As she continued to stroke me, my breath hitched, my muscles tensed, and then, with a shuddering release, I came, my voice escaping in a long, keening cry.
My climax seemed to fuel her own passion, and as I felt my strength begin to return, she pushed me onto my back, straddling my hips. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close to my face, and I could feel her wetness against my thighs. She guided my hand between us, urging me to touch her. My fingers found her entrance, already slick with her arousal, and she moaned, bucking her hips into my touch.
I stroked her gently, exploring her folds, feeling the heat and wetness of her body against my fingertips. Her hips moved in a sensual rhythm, grinding against my touch, and I could feel the tension building inside her. She arched her back, throwing her head back, her long hair cascading down her back. With a sharp intake of breath, she thrust herself forward, burying herself on my fingertips, and let out a deep, throaty moan.
I moved my hand, finding her clit, circling it softly at first, then with more pressure as she began to tremble. Her moans became louder, more urgent, and she bucked wildly against my touch, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. As she came down from the high, she collapsed onto my chest, panting heavily.
I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her soft skin against mine, the warmth of her breath on my neck. "You feel amazing," I whispered, nibbling gently on her earlobe. "So good." She nestled deeper into my embrace, her weight pressing me into the mattress.
She sat up slowly, her movements languid and sensual, and leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, and I could taste the sweetness of her on my tongue. Her fingers trailed lightly down my chest, teasingly grazing the tip of my nipple before moving lower, slipping between my legs. She parted my folds with gentle fingers, teasing my clit with the pad of her thumb.
I arched my hips into her touch, moaning softly. Her other hand found its way up to my breast, massaging the nipple gently as she continued to stroke me. The sensation of her touch was almost too much to bear, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
She leaned forward, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "You're so wet, so ready for me," she whispered, the words sending a shiver down my spine. With a gentle push, she guided me onto all fours, her hands on my hips.
Her fingers danced across my folds, teasing and probing until she found my entrance. She thrust one finger inside me, filling me with a sensation so intense it made my hips buck forward. She added a second finger, stretching me, and I moaned, arching my back. She began to move, her fingers curling and withdrawing in a rhythm that seemed to echo deep within me.
With her free hand, she reached around, cupping my breast, pinching the nipple until it was hard and aching. She leaned forward, taking the tip of my breast into her mouth, sucking gently as she continued to stroke me. The sensations were overwhelming, my body trembling with the force of my impending orgasm.
Her fingers curled inside me, finding a rhythm that seemed to match the racing beat of my heart. She added a third finger, stretching me even further, and I cried out, my hips bucking wildly against her hand. She moaned, her breath hot against my back as she thrust deeper, her fingers finding a spot inside me that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
With her free hand, she reached down, circling my clit with her thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure. I could feel myself on the brink, my whole being focused on the sensations building within me. She leaned forward, kissing my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin. "Come for me," she whispered, and with that, I was lost.
My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body arching violently as I cried out her name. She continued to stroke me, her fingers moving in a blur inside me as I trembled with the force of my release. She suckled at my breast, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and I could feel the wetness of my arousal on her hand as she stroked me.
She withdrew her fingers, only to replace them with something far larger and harder, pressing against my opening. She guided herself into me, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, feeling overwhelmed by the fullness of her. She began to move, her hips meeting mine in a rhythmic dance. Her free hand found its way to my other breast, squeezing and massaging it as she continued to thrust inside me.
The friction of her body against mine was almost unbearable, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. She moved with a fluidity that belied her strength, her movements controlled and deliberate. Each thrust was met with a moan or a gasp from one of us, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
Her hand remained busy, alternating between massaging and pinching my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. I arched my back, pressing myself deeper into her touch, my fingers digging into her hips. The sensation of being so completely filled was both overwhelming and exhilarating.
With each thrust, she found a new angle that sent ripples of pleasure through my body. Her breath came faster, hot against my neck, as she leaned in, her lips grazing the sensitive skin there. Her hips moved with a fluidity that made it seem as if we were one entity, moving together in perfect harmony.
Her hand left my breast, finding its way down to my stomach, where she curled her fingers, pressing up against me. The sensation sent a shiver through my core, making my muscles tighten and my legs tremble. I arched my back, meeting her thrusts with equal force, feeling the power and strength in her body as it moved against mine.
She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against my back, and I could feel the warmth of her skin as her breath fanned across my neck. "That's it, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Take it all."
Her hips moved faster, her thrusts harder, and I felt the wet heat of her passion against me. Each time she pushed in, she seemed to fill every empty space inside me, leaving no room for air or thought. It was as if she were claiming me, making me hers in a way that went far beyond the physical.
Her fingers dug into my hips, urging me to meet her movements with the same intensity. I arched my back, moaning her name as I felt the pressure building inside me again. With every thrust, she found a new angle that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my body.
Her free hand moved up, cupping my cheek, her thumb tracing my bottom lip. She leaned in, kissing me softly, her lips warm against mine. "That's it, love," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Let go."
Her hips moved faster, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. I could feel the strength in her arms as they held me, the power in her thighs as they pushed me closer. Her breath came faster, hot against my neck, as she continued to kiss me, their lips moving in a dance that mirrored our bodies.
She shifted her weight, pressing herself deeper into me, and I gasped at the intensity of the sensation. Her fingers dug into my hips, urging me to move with her, to match her pace. I arched my back, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I felt the pressure building inside me once more.
Her thrusts were powerful and precise, each one sending a wave of pleasure through my body. She moved with a grace that belied her strength, her movements controlled and deliberate. I could feel the wet heat of her passion against me, the slide of her body against my own as she continued to thrust inside me.
Her free hand moved up, cupping my breast, her thumb teasing my nipple as she kissed me deeply. Her tongue danced with mine, their movements mirroring the rhythm of our bodies. The sensation of being so completely filled by her was overwhelming, but in a way that left me wanting more. I arched my back, pressing myself deeper into her touch, my fingers digging into her shoulders.
Her movements became faster, more urgent, as if she couldn't get enough of the feel of me beneath her. She growled into my neck, her hips moving with a force that left me breathless. Her breasts brushed against my back with each thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through my core. Her free hand moved down, between our bodies, finding my clit, circling it expertly.(â¯Í. ã
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