Licking her tits, fingering her, cunnilingus, and then thrusting deep into her throat

The Room

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. She lay on the bed, her raven hair splayed across the pillows, her almond eyes dark with desire. He stood over her, his heart pounding, his gaze roaming over her curves, barely concealed by the thin silk robe. She was his, and he was going to take his time savoring every inch of her.

Slowly, he knelt beside the bed, his hands skim up her smooth thighs, pushing the robe higher. She shifted, parting her legs in silent invitation. His fingers traced along the edge of her lace panties, teasing, delaying the moment of contact. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

With a teasing smirk, he tugged at the strings of her robe, loosening the knot. The silk slipped away, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed kisses down her neck, across her chest. His tongue circled a stiffening nipple, making her gasp.

He took his time, exploring her body with reverent worship. His hands caressed her curves, kneading the soft flesh. He squeezed her breasts, relishing the weight in his palms. He licked and nipped at her neck, marking her as his.

She squirmed beneath him, desperate for more. She ached for his touch, for the feel of his skin against hers. She threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him back to her breasts. He obliged, wrapping his lips around a pert nipple and suckling greedily.

She bucked against him, her hips grinding as primal need overwhelmed her. His hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. His fingers brushed against her slick folds, feeling the evidence of her want. She was wet and ready, dripping with desire.

He parted her legs wider, positioning himself between her thighs. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She cried out, her head thrown back as he pleasured her with skillful precision. He lapped at her, his tongue probing her entrance, flicking against her sensitive clit.

She writhed beneath him, her hands clutching at the sheets. She could feel the pressure building low in her belly, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter. He brought her to the brink of climax, then backed off, teasing her with fluttering licks.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice breathless and hoarse. “I need you.”

He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. Rising from the bed, he undid his pants, shoving them down his legs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. He stroked it slowly, letting her watch.

She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft. She guided him to her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. She took him deep, her lips stretching around his girth. He fisted his hand in her hair, holding her in place as he began to fuck her mouth.

She gagged and choked as he thrust deep into her throat, but she didn’t let him go. She loved the feeling of him using her, of being helpless and at his mercy. She relaxed her throat, allowing him to thrust deeper. He picked up speed, his hips snapping as he chased his pleasure.

With a grunt, he pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva. He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her heat against his tip. He pushed forward, sinking into her slick channel. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He began to move, his hips rolling as he thrust into her. She met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to meet him. The room filled with the sounds of their coupling, the slap of skin against skin, their mingled moans and cries.

He drove into her harder, faster, feeling his climax approaching. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her inner muscles clenching around him.

With a final, hard thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her. He came with a shout, spurting his seed deep into her core. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. She pulsing around him, milking him for every last drop.

Collapsing onto the bed beside her, he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest. He stroked her hair, soothing her as they both came down from their high.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I will never get tired of you.”

She smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Good,” she said, her voice soft and sated. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

And as they lay there, tangled up in each other, the world fell away. There was nothing but the two of them, lost in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. It was a moment of sheer perfection, a memory they would both cherish for the rest of their days.