Monday, March 16, 2009

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 7)

His release made her acutely aware of the unquenched inferno building to crescendo within her. She remained on her knees before him, using every ounce of willpower to remain stationary. His feet whispering on the carpet as he circled her, waiting for something. Her breathing continued to grow more controlled as the immediacy of her need began to ebb. She felt him kneel in front of her, his soft lips bringing hers alive with a tender kiss while a hand under her chin bade her to stand, the kiss unbroken.

His gentle touch guided her to the bed while pressure on her shoulders urged her to sit there at the edge. Her full breasts yielded to a firm touch and she lay back, allowing her feet to dangle over the side of the bed. In an instant, he was on her, face firmly at the junction of her thighs, tongue planted insistently at her clitoris. He scooped her legs and placed them over his shoulders, wrapping his arms under her thighs and hands strongly kneading her breasts. She moaned in shock and a slight bit of pain as this aggressiveness was foreign to her. Her next sound was a sigh as the pleasure began to register throughout her body.

His tongue invaded every thought as the assault on her clitoris continued. The familiar tingle began in her belly and radiated to her upper legs as they jerked spasmodically in time with the sensation between her legs. Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps. She needed this; she had to have it. There was no denying her. His head became trapped in the vise like grip of her quivering thighs. He bit down and trapped her bud, isolating it for a final assault. Gripping her breasts firmly, he launched all out warfare on her most sensitive organ.

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