her thighs, holding her in place.
Slowly, he kissed and licked his way up her leg, sending her body
into a torture that made her thrust and repeat his name.
At her slit, his kissed her, pulled back,
and licked his lips. He closed his eyes and sighed. The move was
deadly to Stephanie’s body and she felt herself almost ready to
cry. Nathaniel oozed with command and romance, mixing in a way she
couldn’t understand.
He continued to taste her body, all the way
back to her breasts, both hands holding her again, as they did
moments ago. He looked at Stephanie and nodded, giving permission
to touch him.
Her left hand moved out and gripped him. He
was mostly hard again. Already. She stroked him, never
taking her eyes away from his. He grew in size, pointing straight
towards her body. As she came up on his shaft, she opened her hand
and squeezed the tip of his erection, knowing just how far it had
been inside her and how far it would be again.
“What should I feel now?” Stephanie
asked.
“Me,” Nathaniel replied.
He moved on the bed, positioning himself
between Stephanie’s legs. She couldn’t help herself as she looked
down. She watched as if it were in slow motion, Nathaniel’s body
lowering to her, the tip of his lustrous cock coming at her,
touching her, penetrating her, all in the same heat filled motion.
His muscles flexing as he did so, her sensitive pussy needing him,
pulling and throbbing.
She lost her breath and wrapped her arms
around his neck. Their eyes met and Nathaniel kissed her,
commanding with his tongue. When Stephanie found air, she exhaled
with a moan that never stopped. With just the simple thrust of
himself, Nathaniel had now connected every possible part of
Stephanie’s body. He was tight against her, thrusting with slow but
meaningful thrusts.
He was making love to her.
Appreciating her body.
Working with tenderly care.
Stephanie found it no surprise when the urge
to come hit her. She lifted her lower half off the bed and gave
herself completely to Nathaniel. As she came, the rush throughout
her body, all directed to between her legs, was the most intense
orgasm of her life. Her hands were locked together, still around
Nathaniel’s neck. She cried out for him when their kiss broke.
They both looked down and Nathaniel started
to groan as he had Stephanie. His thrusting started to increase and
Stephanie wanted to feel him again. She wanted all she could get,
as much as she could get.
Nathaniel started to pump at her, speeding
up as he grew closer to climax. When he finally reached his
breaking point, Stephanie couldn’t believe her eyes when he pulled
himself out of her. She watched as he placed himself on her bare
skin, wet and engorged. Before Nathaniel could tell her what to do,
Stephanie reached down and placed her hand on him. She moved forced
him against her stomach, using her own wetness to make the process
smooth and effective. Nathaniel continued to thrust and in a matter
of seconds, he started to come. She felt his warm release splash
along her stomach and watched it happen. He left himself on her,
marking her.
When he finished completely, Nathaniel
rolled to his back on the bed. He reached for the covers and pulled
them up, covering himself and Stephanie. He rolled Stephanie to her
side, leaving his orgasm running down the side of her stomach. It
made Stephanie’s toes curl and she moaned.
Nathaniel then put his arm around her and
pulled her tight, their naked bodies together. He kissed her ear
and groaned.
“I promise,” he said, “you’re mine.
Forever.”
“I know,” Stephanie said.
It was still daylight out. Stephanie had no
idea what time it was and she didn’t care. The storm seemed to have
calmed but she could still make out snow falling. The room was
comfortable and under the sheets it was hot. The day and weekend
caught up to her, her mind a fluttering mess of thoughts and
emotions.
There was only one thing to cure that.
Sleep.
In the arms of