The Question

 Am I ready?  The tent that has formed below should tell you everything you need to know. I was ready when you opened the door, wearing just your robe. The way the silky fabric hugged your frame exposed just enough skin to make my blood boil. I tried my best to hide my yearning, but you just saw right through my deception.

 I close the space between us and pull you to me. Your body feels warm and soft pressed up against mine. I lean into the nape of your neck and inhale your delectable aroma, and I am flooded with memories of past escapades. I hold my hand under your chin and bring your lips to mine. We kiss, deep and passionately, getting engrossed in the moment.

 Awakening the sleeping monster. I can feel you reaching down in my pants to grab him. You can feel it pulsating in your hand, growing longer and thicker with each passing second. We silently stare at each other, speaking with our eyes, they scream of hunger. We have been starving, and now we are ready to feast. 

Reluctantly, you break eye contact and turn around to walk away. Dropping your robe to the floor, exposing your voluptuous body. I took a second to marvel at the stunning view. No matter how many times I see you, your beauty always takes my breath away. You look back over your shoulder, biting your bottom lip, motioning with your manicured finger to follow you. 

I stood there for a second, feet refusing to move, stuck in a trance, watching your hips sway and your ass bounce to their own rhythm; it was mesmerizing. I follow behind you, still dazed, undressing as I make my way to you. You crawl to the middle of the bed and turn to face me. I watch as you lie back on a pile of pillows, spread your legs, and display your beautiful southern lips.

 You take two fingers, spread your plump lips, and expose your pink center. I can see your nectar starting to flow out. You trace your finger around the clit slowly, before plunging deeper inside your waters, then taking them back out again. I can see your pearl swelling in between your fingers and the cream coating your fingers, fueling my carnal passion. 

I instinctively lick my lips as I walk up and stand between your legs. I grab your left leg and lift it closer to my face. I kiss your foot, from the soles to the toes. I kiss and nibble my way down your thigh, leaving no area untouched. I reach your pussy, hovering over her, my lips lightly brushing against yours, inhaling your scent. I kiss your lips before making my way up your other leg. I know you don't like the tease and want more, but I'm leading this dance. 

I kiss and nibble my way up and down your other leg, just like the first. Tired of my teasing, you grab my head and guide me to your opening. Your lips were just the way I like them, coated with your nectar.  I trace your lips with my tongue to sample you. I feel your body shudder as you let out a soft moan. You taste delicious, and I took a second to savor it.  

 With two of my fingers, I  spread your lips, and my tongue explores your waters. I scoop out your cream as the flavor dances on my taste buds. I rub your clit between my lips, feeling it swell. I reach my hands up towards your breast, massaging them, feeling the soft, tender flesh melt under my touch.  I make my way to your erect nipples. Squeezing them between my fingers, you inhale sharply before letting out a pleasurable moan from the mixture of pain and pleasure. 

You tighten your grip on my head, keeping it in place, as you grind your pussy against my face. I can feel your body trembling more by the second. I maintain my pressure on your clit and nipples. I want you to soak my face with water. I look up and see your head hanging back in pure ecstasy. You arch your back, allowing me access to more of you. Your body begins to jerk, and you lock your thighs around my face, as you drench my face with your sweet liquid.

 I greedily slurp up every drop. I look up and see the hazy but lustful look in your eyes as you stare down at me. You pull at my shoulders, and I stand up between your legs. You sit up, and we are face-to-face. We kiss and share the taste of your orgasmic cocktail. You grab him, now fully awakened, and glide it effortlessly against your silky lips.

 You moan in my mouth as my mushroom head parts your lips. You wrap your legs around my waist and pull me closer to you, causing me to slide deeper into you. I let out a low growl. You feel like heaven, as I feel your walls hug me perfectly. I stroke slowly, allowing you to get used to me, pulling out until my head is at the opening, then sliding back in until our pelvises meet.

 I pick up the pace, you match my rhythm, and we are moving to our own beat. My strokes are hitting your favorite spot with pure precision. You throw your head back, moaning, and squeezing your nipples in your hands. I take my thumb, using your juices as lubrication, and rub it against your clit. Your pussy spasms in response, as I can feel you gripping me a little tighter. 

I maintain the rhythm we have created. I want you to cum all on this dick. I can feel you getting wetter with every stroke, and I know that I will be getting what I desire. I tell you that you deserve the pleasure that you are receiving, you earned it, and I want your cream on my dick. It was the magic words, your body convulsed, and your breath quickens, you call out to the heavens, as you coat my dick. I continue stroking, wanting you to ride that euphoric wave as long as possible. 

I slide out, and you drop down and turn around, bending over the bed. I palm your ass, then smack, watching it ripple from the impact. You reach back between your legs, grab him, and guide him towards your opening. I pull you back on me by your hips, and we both moan as I fill you up again. I find my rhythm and enjoy the view of sliding in and out of you. You throw your ass back, matching my stroke, spreading your cheeks to give me better access to you. With each stroke, I know I won't last much longer, and I want to enjoy you as long as possible, but you have other plans. You want me to release and fill you up with my seed.

 You throw your right leg on the bed and deepen the arch in your back, and I slide in deeper. I feel you reach under with your hand and caress my jewels; you know I love that. You can feel me swelling inside you and respond by gripping me tighter with your walls.  I can feel my seed climbing up my shaft, ready to be released. Fuck I can't hold it. I firmly grip your hips and give you three more hard thrusts. With a low growl, I erupt, giving you several spouts of my hot seed, overfilling you. I stroke you a few more times to make sure I give you every drop I have before I pull out. You turn and drop to your knees and taste our erotic cocktail. I pull you up to me, grip your ass, and deeply kiss you, enjoying our flavor. I break our embrace to look you in your eyes. Did that answer your question?