Kelly Madison in Titty Licking Good
Wrists tied to the bedposts, he sits propped up against the headboard.
His brow shines with tiny beads of sweat, his chest rises and falls a
little more than usual. His eyes are fixed on the woman before him,
naked as he is, their bodies exposed for each other to admire. But she
is not tied. At the foot of the bed she smiles at him, winding and
weaving as if she were dancing just for him -- and she is. Her breasts
move and shift with her motions and she spreads her legs, revealing
smooth creamy inner thighs that open and lead to a patch of dark hair.
Among the black curls he sees the glistening moistness of her arousal.
She smiles her wicked smile and teasingly touches her toes to his leg,
making his cock twitch. "Are you all right," she asks and he can only
swallow and nod, eyes on her body. The dark patch hides the mysterious
place he wants to see, the place he wishes she would let him touch and
taste now. He pulls on the restraints, but she knows how to tie him in
knots. He is trapped and at her mercy.
She lays her hand over her pussy, blocking his view and he looks up into
her eyes. Yes, he recognises the lust flickering in them, her pupils
widened and dark. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, her lips full and red
as she licks them. He loves her lips, the ones she licks so
lasciviously and the others she covers with her fingers that should be
replaced with his own. He wants to touch them and feel their softness.
He wants to lick her, offer her his kisses wherever she wants them.
Taste her mouth and her secret place, there where her dark skin blends
into a moist pinkness.
Spreading her fingers, she allows him to see the lighter skin. It is so
inviting and wet. His gaze wanders to her engorged clit and she pushes
down the hood so the pink tip shows clearly. She circles her middle
finger at her opening, looking at him with misty eyes. She dips her
fingertip into herself and moans, biting her lower lip. When it is wet,
she slides her finger back up to her clit, teasing it with her juices.
"Please, let me touch you," he pleads, but she just smiles. He knows it
is useless and that she will only free him when she wants to and no
sooner. She gets on her knees and crawls towards him. He struggles to
get free, but her knots are fast. Carefully avoiding any other part of
his body, she bends her head down above his throbbing shaft and licks
it, long and sensuously. Only when she stops does she let him feel the
rest of her body on his. "Kiss me," he says weakly and to his surprise
she does. Her breasts touch his chest when she raises herself up to face
him and he watches her lovely lips, lightly parted, coming towards his.
They moan in pleasure, muffled by the kiss, and she rubs herself against
his skin. His hands clench and open again. How he wishes he could touch
her and explore her body at leisure, but it is not to be. Thinking of
her soft wet pussy, he can almost taste her, that taste that reminds him
of the sea.
In their kiss, he does not see her reach for something on the bedside
table. Nor does he hear the small clicking sounds. She presses her hand
to his bare chest, something cool entwined in her fingers. When he
breaks the kiss and looks down, he sees the pearl necklace he gave her
as a present. The hard pearls feel good on his skin, especially with her
warm hand holding them there, rubbing tenderly. He leans forward for
another kiss, but she pulls away again.
Sliding to the end of the bed once more, she sits back and spreads her
wonderful thighs. He suppresses a moan, but she can see his cock twitch
at the sight. Winding the ends of the necklace around her fingers, she
holds it taut and flicks her tongue at the pearls, looking him in the
eye. She is enjoying the teasing and he is suffering willingly. Her
hands cup her breasts, the pearly shimmer contrasting with the brown
skin of her luscious nipples, the tanned flesh. She dangles the end
between her breasts, sliding the necklace through the valley between the
mounds. When she presses them together, he can only see the ends of the
necklace, and she slowly pulls it through.
"You have something I'd like to have right here," she says in a low sexy
drawl. "Something hot, not as cool as these pearls." The end of the
necklace escapes her breasts and she brings it into her mouth with her
agile tongue. She sees him mouth words none can hear, his eyes on her
lips. With the pearls dangling from these same lips, she crawls towards
him on all fours again, dragging them over the bed. They touch his inner
thigh and he moans when they come in contact with his balls. She drags
the white beads across his belly. Once more, their faces are close. She
lets the pearls fall from her lips so she can kiss him and the necklace
gets caught on his erect cock, making him utter a sound of surprise and
pleasure.
She kisses him hard and his head hits the wall almost painfully. Her
teeth tug on his lower lip and she pulls away from him. Kneeling up
straight, she drags the necklace over her belly, turning her back to
him. The pearls roll over her buttocks, his eyes following their every
move, every bit of soft skin they caress, running along the crack, but
before he can enjoy the view any more, she is seated at the foot of the
bed, pearls being dragged up between her closed thighs. With a
long-drawn sigh, she opens her legs to his eyes, white pearls on black
hair and glistening lips.
"Mmm, it feels so good when they roll over my clit," she moans and his
eyes stay fixed on where the pearls bump her sensitive nub. She pushes
her pussy lips to the side, revealing the pinkness. She presses the end
of the necklace just inside herself and he lets out a shuddering breath.
"That is so sexy," he whispers, unable to look away from those fingers
that push more and more pearls inside. Then she holds herself open,
wanting him to see the pearls pop out one by one as she tugs on the
string.
"I think I could use some help here." Her eyes watch him lustfully and
he wants to get to her, touch her and hold her legs open so he can see
her naked pussy up close. He wants to wind the pearls round his fingers
and push them softly inside her, feeling the welcoming wetness and
smelling her arousal. He would make her moan with pleasure and make sure
the pearls press against her favourite spot, massaging it slowly but
with increasing pressure. He wants to do all this and more. He strains
forward, the ropes taut and quivering, holding him back.
Seeing his lust, she returns to him, coming close to him and pressing
her breasts to his face. He opens his mouth to suck a nipple and flick
it with his tongue to feel its rigidity. When she offers him her other
breast, he circles its nipple, leaving a wet trace where his tongue has
been. She faces him, her hands in his hair, and thrusts her tongue into
his mouth, moaning with desire. "I want you," she whispers before
kissing him again. His lips are demanding, sucking and kissing every
part of her that he can reach, ravenous. She loves the sounds he makes,
and most of all she loves that she is the one who is making him want her
so much. His moans in her ear make her shiver with delight and her
pussy becomes even wetter.
Letting him taste her skin, she reaches down for his hardness and
strokes it to enjoy his excitement for a moment. She feels him trembling
under her touch. "I want you," she says again and he nips her throat.
At last, this brings a small cry from her. "Let me have you," he says
between gentle bites on her shoulder, but she does not respond. Instead,
she winds the pearls around his shaft, beginning just under its tip.
Her hand wraps around it and the necklace massages him tightly as she
slowly strokes him with it. A muffled moan against her shoulder and he
closes his eyes tightly, trying not to cum yet. His cockhead is bloated
and dark, so beautiful against the whiteness of the pearls.
She pulls his head back, "I will make you feel really good now." She
brushes his cockhead along her slit, her feet on either side of him. His
tip lodges at the familiar indentation, that opening he likes so much.
It is so inviting, wet and ready for him to slide in. Her hand is still
holding him, keeping the pearls in place. When he feels her pussy
opening to the pressure of his tip, he protests, but she places a finger
to his lips. His cockhead slips into her, and when the ridge passes her
tightest muscle, it makes her cry out at the sensation. He watches her
face, flushed and radiant. His teeth sink into her neck and she wraps an
arm around his shoulders to steady herself. Her pussy is pushed open
further as his cock and the pearls make their way into her heat.
She is careful, taking her time to sink onto him and savouring the
sensation of being stretched. The hard pearls squeeze around him and
against her walls. His thighs tremble and she can feel it when she
finally touches them, having taken him in all the way. She sits on his
lap, his cock buried within her and she wraps both arms around him,
resting her head on his shoulder, her lips on the side of his neck. He
hears her moans and laboured breathing just as she can hear his. It is a
long time before she begins to move again.
Reaching for his wrists, she frees him now and he holds her in a tight,
loving embrace. He pulls her head back by her long hair and she sinks
back until she lies between his legs, her pelvis high and pussy impaled
on his cock. Knowing how much she likes it, he presses his palm flat
against her abdomen, knowing she can feel him even more inside her now.
He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and catches the end of
the necklace so he can stroke into her in a gentle rhythm. Her hips
gyrate. He watches her, his eyes wandering from her pussy over her
outstretched body to her face and back. Her eyes are closed, head turned
to one side, fingers at her lips. He loves to hear her moaning, knowing
he is pleasing her.
Her clit is a little hardened, engorged as she nears her climax. He can
tell by the way her motions become less co-ordinated, less smooth. He
flicks her clit with his thumb, separating her folds and rubbing the
engorged nub that gives her so much pleasure. Her belly tightens and she
strains up, arching her back, her breasts shaking. He teases her clit
firmly and fast, sliding easily in her wetness. His cock moves within
her lovely tightness and responds to her clenching walls. As her orgasm
comes over her, her body rises and falls more and more, tremors coursing
through her, a boiling heat spreading from the depths of her pussy
outward and into her legs, up through her belly, travelling up her
spine, making her nipples tingle with a rush of blood. He takes hold of
her hips and pulls her onto him tightly, both arms wrapped around them.
She screams in release and he groans at her new tightness. He grabs the
end of the necklace and gently pulls on it, watching more and more of it
appear wet from her orgasming body. The sensation makes her writhe even
more so that he has to hold her in place with his free hand. Dropping
the pearls beside them, he leans forward, covering her trembling tummy
with kisses. Then, he pulls her up and she is limp in his arms,
exhausted. He rocks her and his cock twitches inside her wet silkiness.
Keeping her close, her pussy tight against his groin, he enjoys the
feeling of her body in his arms. She is still moaning and breathing
hard. She feels dizzy, hot and spent.
Suddenly, he is perfectly still, his arms tight around her back and
hips, and his cock swells a little more. He erupts in her, his eyes open
wide in surprise at the intensity. She feels a stream fill her, hitting
the back of her cunny, and she shudders with pleasure. Her lips brush
his jaw as he cums and gasps, releasing jet after jet of his seed into
her welcoming body.
With a long-drawn moan he comes down from his orgasm and leans against
the headboard, cuddling her warm, limp form. Soft whimpers issue from
her lips when he caresses her. He knows he has finally quenched her
desire to tease. He has given her everything she could have asked for
and his softened cock rests just inside her so he can feel her pulsing
pussy a little longer.
Burying his face in her fragrant hair, he whispers how much he loves
her. She squeezes his cock in response and moans, her fingers circling
at the small of his back. He slides under the duvet with her, not
letting her go even for a second. The warmth surrounds them, bringing
welcome sleep to the lovers, letting them dream of more lovemaking and
explorations of the body. Before sleep takes him, he looks at her
relaxed face, the little furrow on her forehead all but gone, eyes
closed and moving under the lids. Her lips are moist and he can't resist
kissing them one last time.
Together, they sleep, entangled and wonderfully spent.