AFTER DINNER DELIGHT
Paul had taken Hazel to dinner that evening. They had gone
to their favourite restaurant where the lights were subdued
and they could dance to the small combo in between courses.
The table was always the one in the corner a table for two,
with scented candles, fine wine, good food and each other.
Hazel wore a long black silk evening dress, a slit from waist
to ankle down the left side, low cut with thin shoulder straps
and a "V" shaped neck which allowed him to glimpse
her soft breasts each time she moved forward to eat.
He wore a white suit, a Versace pink shirt and a matching
coloured tie. When they danced together, people watched
them with admiration at the way they moulded together -
his right hand holding her either in the middle of her back,
or around her waist. He loved to feel the swell of her breasts
against him. Sometimes during a slow, romantic song, their
lower bodies touched, and they danced belly-to-belly,
groin-to-groin so that she could feel the swell of his semi-hard
penis nestling between her legs.
The conversation had been low and loving, light and easy.
No pressure, no hurry relaxing. He had looked into her
eyes so many times but always enjoyed watching them dance
before him. He loved to watch her lips as they formed the
words she spoke. Watching her throat, her soft hair. He
was always on a sexual plateau of excitement with her. She
made him feel that way. He loved her so much.
After the meal, they relaxed with coffee and brandy and
he stroked her legs with his foot. Before leaving, they
danced for the last time that evening to I Do it For You.
She had interlocked her fingers behind his neck and mouthed
the lyrics to him as she felt his arms around her waist and
his manhood rising against her. He wanted to be alone with
her, to show his love for her. As the song faded into nothing,
they held hands as they made their way back to the table.
He helped her with her wrap and they left.
On the way home in the car, he played a cassette of slow soul
music. She sat close to him, a hand on his inner thigh, whilst
he drove safely. Sometimes, his hand would find the slit
in her dress and slide underneath to caress her soft, inner
thighs. A finger would lift and press against her vagina
through the sheer material of her thong. There was sexual
tension in the air that they both loved. He loved her so desperately,
so longingly. As long as she was happy, he was happy.
When they arrived home, he led her by the hand to their bedroom.
Whilst she freshened up, he lit the numerous scented candles,
fetched chilled wine and switched on the stereo to play
soft romantic music. Soon, the soft sounds of Barry White
and Lionel Ritchie could be heard in the background.
He removed his clothes but left his shirt on, unbuttoned
it and sat on the bed drinking his wine. The bathroom door
opened and she stood there, silhouetted against the back
light. She had re-applied her perfume and the smell wafted
to his nostrils. She switched off the bathroom light and
slowly glided to him. As she did so, he stood up and offered
her a glass of wine. As she stretched out her hand to take
it, one of her shoulder straps slid down, allowing the neck
of her dress to slip further and expose more of her left breast.
His heart lifted.
Holding glasses, they danced slowly together, bodies
pressing closer than at the restaurant. Now they were alone
and could be free with each other. His hand slid down her
back to her buttocks, moving over each one tenderly, fingering
the crevice in between. She had discarded the thong and
was now naked under the dress. His cock was heavy and she
could feel it pressing urgently at her.
He took her glass and laid it on the table with his. He wanted
to kiss her. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her lips very
gently almost like a butterfly. His tongue licked her
mouth from corner to corner. She parted his shirt and spread
her hands on his chest, caressing his nipples, feeling
them harden against her. They stood kissing for a long time,
his tongue penetrating her mouth. He made love to her tongue
to her mouth as his penis would soon be making love to her
vagina. He sucked on her tongue, feeling the mixture of
their saliva running over his lips, over his chin. They
were wet kisses of longing, of love. He could feel her hard
nipples through the thin silk and began to kiss her neck.
Nuzzling at her, little licks of love, little kisses of
desire. He wanted her naked before him. He wanted to worship
her.
As they kissed, he slid the straps from her and allowed the
dress to slide slowly over her body as it fell to the floor.
Holding her at arms length, he looked at her naked body lit
only by the candles. Her nipples stood out hard and proud
against her tanned skin. Her breasts were those of a young
girl, high on her chest. A neat bush of pubic hair formed
a perfect triangle between her legs. His eyes lingered
over her beautiful, tanned thighs. His penis was now a cock,
wanting to be in her. He desired his beautiful lover so much
and wanted her to soar with pleasure.
He began to kiss his way down her body, stopping to suckle
at her breasts, taking each nipple fully into his mouth
and swirling his tongue around it. Holding her to him firmly
as he sucked and licked. Getting to his knees, his mouth
moved down over her ribs to her belly. His tongue nestled
into her navel, tasting her skin, her perfume. As he moved
lower, his hands held her buttocks as she parted her legs
for him. His tongue now moved to her pubic hair and he turned
his head so that he could feel it against his cheek. He stroked
the soft skin of her thighs, feeling her belly against his
face moving in and out with each breath she took. He wanted
to taste her.
His tongue now slid further down to her soft lips. He traced
them with the tip, feeling the softness of the outer labia,
tasting her wetness. She parted her legs more and ran her
fingers through his hair as his tongue began to penetrate
her, sliding into her softness, seeking her clitoris.
She placed a hand between his face and her belly and spread
her lips for him so that he could explore her more fully.
His tongue invaded her wet pussy. His tongue licked at her
hardening clit, his lips fastening on it as he sucked sucking
it as if it were one of her nipples. Her juice now flowed freely,
and he felt the stickiness on his tongue. He breathed in
the intimate, loving scent of warm honey and almonds, making
his cock jerk spasmodically. Pressing his face against
her, he drank from her, swallowing her juice, covering
his mouth and cheeks with it. Her beautiful love juice.
Her nectar. The very essence of her womanhood. As he drank
and licked, his right hand slid up her body to cup her left
breast, fingering the blood-engorged nipple. After a
while, he sat back on his haunches and looked up her body
into her eyes. Stroking the backs of her thighs and knees,
he smiled into her eyes.
I need you, my darling, he whispered. I desire to possess
you with all my body and soul.
Whilst her lips tried to form the words, no sound could come
from her. The power of speech had left her, she was floating
so high. Standing, he led her to the bed with his arm around
her waist, his heavy, swollen cock hanging between his
legs.
She lay on the bed with legs spread open for him. She wanted
his hardness in her as quickly as possible. She had wanted
him for hours now and needed to feel him filling her. He slipped
off his shirt and sat next to her on the bed. One hand cupped
her vagina whilst he bent and kissed her mouth. He lowered
his body so that he could feel her breasts against him a
sensation he always craved and enjoyed. He sucked at her
tongue. He sucked at her breasts. He covered her in kisses
from mouth to vagina and knew from the way her hips rose up
to meet him that the time for coupling had come. Kneeling
between her parted legs, he gazed down at her, smiling into
her eyes as he slid his foreskin way back to expose the large,
purple-pink head of his cock. Pre-cum formed in his slit
and dripped onto her inner thigh. Placing his left hand
near her right shoulder and leaning slightly to the left,
he guided his cock along her inner thigh to touch her wet
pussy lips.
He inserted the head of his cock into her outer lips and began
to stroke her clitoris with it. Hazel moaned softly with
need at the touch and opened her legs as wide as possible
to take him. Paul pressed further a little and his cock head
slipped into her. He moved slightly so that both his hands
were taking his weight - each hand next to her shoulder.
The only touching between them was his hard cock slightly
inside her. She lifted her head and they both looked down
their bodies to watch him as he started to slide very slowly
into her. With a final small thrust of his hips, he was fully
inside her and their pubic hair met and mingled. He paused
for her to adjust to the feel of him inside her. Tantalisingly,
he slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was inside
her. Her juice glistened on him. Then, he slid back into
her, rested a while and again withdrew. He was making love
to her in slow motion so that she could enjoy the sensation.
She moved her hands over his chest, over his belly, over
his back as he started to gain momentum and began to fuck
her with strong, loving strokes. Hazels vaginal muscles
gripped his cock with each stroke and their hips began to
move against each other. She met his thrusts with her own
and they began to fuck. She closed her eyes and gave herself
to the sensation of him inside her. Her nerve endings began
to tingle, warmth flooded her body, and her very bones felt
soft and warm.
Still supporting his weight, he began to thrust into her,
his hips bucking and swaying as his cock fucked her wet pussy.
The air was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the
soft background music and the sensuous, wet, slurping
sound of his cock slipping in her as her pussy was bathed
in her juices. He lowered his body to feel her breasts and
belly against him and sucked on her lips and tongue as he
fucked and fucked her. Using her hands, she pressed her
breasts into domes of flesh and held them so that he could
feel them and so she could feel his skin against her nipples,
which felt as if they were going to explode.
He never wanted this moment to finish. He loved to be so close
to her, to be inside her, to feel her gripping him. He loved
her so much. She was his mate, his lover, his closest, most
dearest friend. She was everything to him. His cock was
so hard for her. His balls bounced against her with each
thrust and they could hear the slapping of their bellies
with each hard thrust. Their speed quickened until his
hips were a blur, fucking her and fucking her hard and fast.
Taking his weight on his hands again, he could get better
leverage into her and taking a deep breath fucked her as
quickly as he could pounding his hardness in to her, meeting
her desires, her thrusts with his own. He slowed down so
she could take breath and way back inside and behind his
balls, he could feel the sperm beginning to move.
His balls tightened and his cock went so rigid. He knew his
time was fast approaching. She sensed the extra stiffening
of his cock inside her and could feel his cock head swelling
to its normal, massive size before he ejaculated. She started
to reach the high height of orgasm. She pulled him into her.
She started to climax. Her back arched, her head thrown
back and she gave herself completely to him and to the sensation.
She moaned as it took her over and called to him. Fuck me,
Darling, fuck me now!
Inside his cock, he felt the heat from his sperm as it flowed
up his hard shaft. With each long thrust into her, his spunk
spurted from him and into her. It flooded her cunt. Bathing
her, filling her, washing against her cervix a tidal wave
of hot creamy sperm into her womb. His thrusts stopped and
he held her to him, head thrown back, pressing himself into
her as he pumped more and more into her. He gave her his sperm,
his spunk, his hot, thick, creamy cum. He gave her his seed.
He gave her his soul. He gave her his spirit. He gave her his
love.
She clenched her vaginal muscles and gripped him hard inside
her. Feeling his sperm pumping into her. It sent her over
the top completely. She milked him as wave after wave of
climax took her to the ultimate height. She floated free
in the sky above the mountains with him.
Pauls thrusts slowly became less and less as his seed was
transferred into her. He had felt as if his heart were going
to stop and it always amazed him how this beautiful woman
could make his very spine turn to jelly. He didnt want to
leave her and held her close to him as his cock slowly softened
inside her. He could feel a trickle of their juices leave
her and dampen his balls. Lifting his head, he breathed
into her mouth. He kissed her with tenderness and simply
said, I love you, Hazel. I love you.
She smiled at his words and held him closer to her, feeling
his body against hers. He kissed and licked the perspiration
away from her forehead, moving strands of her hair away
so that he could see her amazing face and press his cheek
to hers. His body still trembled with the passion, his hips
still slightly thrusting at her. They lay together in the
after-glow, arms and legs entwined, each feeling the others
heart beat.
He gently turned them so that they were lying side by side
and placed his cock between her legs so that she could close
her legs and grip him. His left arm cradled her head whilst
his right hand stroked her face and body. He manoeuvred
her right breast so that it was hard against his chest and
he slowly caressed the other. They lay together as such,
lovers together, resting in each others arms. They had
each given themselves to the other. They had given and received.
They had made love together. They had fucked together.
But the fucking had been with passion, with love, with respect.
Not a clinical sex fuck, but a beautiful, sensitive fucking
of lovers. This was how it was meant to be between them. They
needed no one else, they needed nothing else they had each
other.
They would make love again and again so many times whenever
he was hard for her. But each time was always and would always
be as if it were the first time. No two people could feel
as deeply for each other as Hazel and Paul. They were uninhibited
with each other. Their sexual needs and desires came from
love. Love was the strongest desire they had.
Later, he would move his mouth to her womanhood again and
clean her. He would bathe her clitoris in the heady mixture
of their juices with his tongue and she would make love to
him with her mouth as he had made love to her with his.
Paul Gibson 15th October 2003
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