To Me, Foreplay Is An Art Form: (Explicit)

You are lying in an antique bathtub; the style with the 4 legs than stands in the middle of the room. In the candlelight, there is a light steam coming up from the water, which was not deep enough to fully hide your breasts. Your eyes were closed and you looked very relaxed and comfortable. Your most intimate area was cleanly shaved, with only a thin whisp of hair that matched your eyebrows.

I continued my massage, traveling up and down each of your arms simultaneously, all the way to your fingertips. I ran a bit more hot water and moved to the opposite end of the tub. There, I took each one of your feet in hand and began a slow, rhythmic massage, starting at the heel and working forward to your toes. Each toe was slowly rotated back and forth and I passed my finger between each one before moving to the next one.

The candlelight accentuated the curves of your neck. The definition of your collarbone and shoulders was exquisite. Your breasts were full and the nipples, though relaxed in the hot water, were a beautiful rosette color. Your stomach was smooth and perfectly adorned with a semi-circular navel. Tiny bubbles had attached themselves to the almost invisible hairs that decorated the smooth slope of your stomach.

As you raised your right leg and draped the ankle over my shoulder, you leaned your right thigh against the side of the tub. I could not help but notice the soft, velvet folds of your most secret and intimate spot. They were smooth and slick, except for the single whisp of hair where the two folds join, that streaked upward towards your navel. The folds were delicate in appearance...soft and inviting.

Gently, I roll the soft flesh between my index and middle fingers, trying to coax your most sensitive part out of its hiding place. With each roll, your breathing quickens and you begin to rotate your hips in a circular motion. I can feel the folds become full and swollen between my fingers as the tiny nub begins to extend out from under the soft pillows of flesh where it sleeps.

I slide my palm down across your swollen folds with a light pressure and you thrust your hips upward to push against me. I extend my middle finger downward and trace small circles around your tiny opening while my free hand moves back up to cradle a breast, twisting gently on the erect nipple and enjoying each gasp of breath coming from your mouth.

Each time I would tease the opening with my finger, you would thrust your hips upward, trying to force my finger inside you and each time, I would pull it away. Every few minutes, I would change hands and alternate between teasing the tiny opening with my finger and rolling the little nub between my fingertips.

In response to this, I pushed lightly against the tiny opening with my finger. You instinctively thrust your hips upward and after a brief few seconds of resistance, the tip of my middle finger slipped inside of you up to the first joint. You stiffened for a moment, took in a deep breath and goose bumps appeared all over your body. You let out a low moan with a breath of exhaled air and I felt it dance across my arm. Your eyes opened and rolled back. Your neck arched and your head leaned backwards. I felt your body go limp for a few moments.

With my thumb, I began to roll the flesh back and forth, trapping the tiny nub between the soft folds and leaving my partially inserted finger motionless.  You continued to thrust your hips up and down in an effort to thrust my finger into your body, but each time, I pulled back slightly so it was impossible. I hoped this teasing would only amplify your impending climax.

I could feel the distinct spasms of your muscles as you became more and more aroused. I put a little pressure against your upward thrusts and allowed you to control how much of my finger slid up and inside of you. Thrust by thrust, my finger slipped away into your depths until it was fully seated and my palm was resting against the soft, shaved flesh. My thumb continued the slow, rolling motions, keeping in perfect time with a drip of hot water from the faucet. Your moaning was nothing short of an exquisite symphony to me.

I began to thrust my finger deeply in and out of you in unison with each thrust of your hips, keeping it curved upward to maintain contact with that special and sensitive place.
Knowing you were ever so close to a climax, I squeezed a little harder on your nipples this time, so firm that had it not been for your climatic state, it might have been a little uncomfortable and at the same instant, I intensified the thrusting and rolling motions both inside and out.

With a deep gasp, your body stiffened and then trembled…Your back arched and water splashed from the tub onto the tile floor. Your muscles tightened around my finger and you squeezed my arms tightly. Your eyes wide open, looked dazed, almost confused and certainly completely out of control of the warm feeling burning you from the inside out…You shrieked out loud as wave after wave of pleasure poured over you. You moaned softly between each convulsive spasm.

After a few moments, I held your hands and helped you to stand. Your legs were wobbly and you had to hold onto me to keep your balance. I wrapped you in a long, soft white towel, taken only moments before from the dryer and dried your hair with a second, smaller towel. I walked you to the bed and sat you down on the edge.......I pulled the towels away and let them fall to the floor...

I place you in the center of the bed. You are on your back, yet very comfortable since the bed is so soft. I bite the side of your neck while twisting your nipples between my thumb and forefingers, then my free hand slides down into your wet warmth, while I bite gently across your shoulders.....I slip my hand down across the soft hairs of your neatly trimmed bush and slip a finger inside your inviting, moist folds. I turn your head and kiss you, exploring the inside of your mouth with my tongue.

Then, I gently slip my middle finger into your mouth and you suck on it until it is glistening wet....then sliding my free hand down, across your stomach, I slip that moistened finger into you......then, making slow, circular motions combined with gentle in-out movements while rolling your clit side to side with my thumb.....

I kneel at your feet and spread your legs wide, yet comfortably, but enough that you are open to me......I slide myself between your legs and take your hips in my hands.....I let the head of my cock glide over your moist folds...sending tiny shock waves across your clit.....

I lean forward to kiss you and at the same time, you can feel the head of my cock pushing against the wet velvet of your opening with a firm, even pressure. I take the side of your face into my hands and kiss you gently, yet passionately....while applying a little more pressure against your smolderingly wet opening.

I start tracing the outline of your lips with my tongue.....and each time I dip my tongue into your mouth, I press a little harder against you....slowly, you open enough for the head of my cock to slip gently past your opening.....full, hot and round, you can feel a slight pressure as your are filled to the absolute limit....

Slowly.......you can feel me start descending into you.....you can feel the shaft is a bit larger in the center than the head and the full, tight feeling only grows.....I am supporting my upper body on my elbows, so you notice the sensation of both nipples being twisted between my fingers.....Finally, you feel the full length of me seat deeply inside of you until you can receive no more.....then, I began rotating my hips in slow circles....

Then, you feel my cock began to move out of you.....slowly.... the entire shaft and then the swollen head until you are left empty......then suddenly, yet gently, you feel it plunging back inside of you again....stretching you to the limits with a rich, hot fullness.....until our bodies make contact once more....

I move my kisses from your mouth down the sides of your neck and across your chest, taking each nipple into my mouth.....one at a time, while gently stroking in and out of you.....fully....deeply, yet slow and rhythmic....

Then, I reach down and pull my cock out of you and lay it in your moist folds....rubbing it back and forth across your wetness with it trapped between our bodies.... You can feel the swollen, tight head of my cock sliding down across your clit and slipping back into your tight opening.

Your kiss becomes more passionate.....my strokes become slower...yet slightly more firm....each time I enter you fully, your clit is trapped between our bodies and the sensation begins to flow across you like a warm ocean wave....you can feel the full, round tightness inside of your and the slow, rhythmic burn of your building climax on the outside....I suck your tongue from your mouth on descend upon it, taking nearly all of it into my mouth with each stroke into your wetness.... I speed up my strokes just a little.......still very gently, yet filling you each and every stroke with every inch...so full and hot.....you can feel my heart beat each time the rigid shaft throbs with you.

My kiss is hot....wet....yet light.....and you can taste your wetness on my tongue....you can feel my cock parting your moist folds....deeply...fully...until you could not stretch to contain another inch.... You can feel me thrusting more deeply as my own orgasm approaches.....I bite your neck as I force myself into you at an upward angle….you feel an explosion of pleasure as the swollen head of my cock rubs past that special, most intimate and hard to find spot, nestled so secretly in the upper portion of your quivering abyss…

My thrusts increase in their intensity….your body is moved across the bed a little in the wake of each tremendous thrust…deeper and harder, grasping your waist and impaling your body along the length of my rigid shaft….your ample breasts rise and fall with each stroke…the juices run out of you and dampen the silk sheets.

Finally, you feel a white-hot explosion of fluid inside of you, and the feeling of thick, fullness in the very core of your femininity…I lean down to take your mouth in a passionate kiss…..You tense, and then gasp….as your climax approaches like a runaway train…I give you a few, final, powerful thrusts, pushing that warm, swirling feeling in the pit of your stomach, that radiates out to your extremities like the ocean’s warm tide, slipping gently over you.

I pull my still throbbing, glistening shaft out of you and gently roll you onto your right side….I slide my body up against your back and put my arms around you, pulling you close to me, and mingling the sweat that covers out bodies. The gentle breeze through the windows smells of orange blossoms, and it is caught by the ceiling fan….and wafted throughout the room. We drift off to sleep wrapped in each other’s embrace……