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I like diving. The feeling of water surrounding me completely, embracing me as I go deeper and the pressure on my body becomes more evident, is intoxicating, addictive. I could live underwater. I just love the feeling of floating, of not being tied to any limit, of letting go.
She is like the water. I feel immersed in her presence, hypnotized, mesmerized… and, at the same time, desperate to breathe. It wasn't that my lungs had stopped working, it's just that they no longer could carry any air in.
I kept my eyes closed, I wanted to keep the mystery of what surrounded me and get lost in the moment. And, even though outside was heavily raining, I wasn’t cold. My skin was boiling and it kept rising and rising.
I clenched my fingers around the sheets. My arms extended as far as I could over my head exposing my chest that was only covered by an incredibly old and thin shirt filled with holes. She didn't even bother to take it off. She crawled on top of me and kneeled—one leg at each one of my sides—as she wrapped her hands around the fabric and started pulling from the opposite sides, ripping it slowly in half.
I opened my eyes, finding her figure contrasted by the flames of the candles we lit all over the room. Her smile was vicious, almost evil as she revealed my skin. My nipples harden just by looking at her, my lips dried in one intake of air. I could feel the thin hairs of my skin standing up. Before her, I had never seen such sexiness stare me down.
She licked her top lip when she finally uncovered my breasts. The tip of her tongue caressing it slowly from side to side, and as soon as she was done, she bit her lower lip so hard I thought it was going to bleed. She smiled again… Such a dirty gesture, such a tease.
She re-positioned herself sitting right on top of my center that, by then, was urging for contact. The tip of her fingers moved slowly and playfully over my ribs. The feeling was maddening. She carried them up and down, side to side, in spirals over my stomach, until she navigated my body and placed her palms over my breasts, almost without touching them. Only my nipples could feel them move over in a circular motion. And then, I felt her weight shift and become more evident. She was on top of me, kissing me from my navel to the line of my ribs and continued, first inhaling my skin, and then drawing a line with her tongue from the base of my chest, up to that very needed point. The feeling of her mouth opening and in one swoop, devouring my breast, biting me… I didn't even notice when one of her hands traveled from my side to my neck, holding it down softly, applying just the right amount of pressure to force me to throw my head back.
Her mouth had a party on my breasts, her tongue ever so playful drawing circles toward my collarbone. I felt a gasp of air enter in a big inhale as her hand on my neck finally released me and moved to my nape as she positioned her mouth to suck the skin on the other side of my neck, leaving a couple of hickeys I most definitely enjoyed.
I could feel the metal buttons of her flannel shirt touch my skin as if they were ice, and I craved it. A couple of ice cubes running through my body sounded like heaven. That's just how turned on she had me.
Her lips continued their attack from my earlobe through the line of my chin, finally reaching my mouth in a kiss that put to rest the idea that we have kissed before. This was new, it was mouth-watering, soft and wet but delicate. Slowly her movements became more passionate. Her mouth wanted me, desperately. Her wet tongue invaded mine, forcing me to open my mouth even more and to get involved in a rhythm that left me breathless again.
She started to grow impatient, she wanted to feel me and started thrusting without much avail. She separated us and slid down until she reached the line of my underwear with her hands on my sides and her face looking at me with sin in her eyes. As I should've imagined, her first instinct was to take it off with her teeth, which was an exciting idea, but then she decided to tease me more with them on.
The tip of her nose moved from side to side making its way down but stopped just as her mouth reached my mound and with another mischievous smile she took all her mouth could take in, her tongue applying enough pressure to make me moan. God, I wanted more, I needed her completely naked fucking me silly, but she liked taking her time.
Thankfully soon she grabbed my legs and dived into me with all force. The fabric wouldn't let her hurt me, so she took advantage and bit my labia softly, making me crazy and she knew it. I could no longer hold my complaints, my voice betrayed me with the rhythm of each mouthful.
I wanted to tell her to stop her games. God, I wanted her. I felt so aroused she probably wouldn't have to put so much energy into it. I just begged for a consistent rub of my center with hers, for our clits to kiss each other as our blood rushed to the area and completed the work, making us shiver.
She left me again guessing my need, but she didn't return to me as quickly as I wanted. She opened the cabinet drawer behind her, taking out a not so small purple toy.
"You down?" She asked, teasing me with it.
She looked for the button on the back and its vibrating buzzing started. I nodded, it could be the toy, her fingers or her mouth, I just needed any of them immediately.
"Yeah?"
"Yes!" I responded. "Please…"
"Okay, but first," she said and grabbed the tie she wore that morning to work, crawling on top of me until she reached my hands and pulled them up tying them together.
"We need another headboard for this," she joked, having no place to bind them immobile. "You don't get to use them in this one." She warned me and gave me a kiss as a reward. "Now, where were we?"
The toy buzzed again, reminding my center of what was to come. She still didn't remove my underwear, I guess because she could be rougher, apply more pressure, so she did. She would move it up and down from my mound to my entrance and kept it there making me clench in need.
It was fun for a while, but I needed more and I let her know moving my hips in circles.
"Stay still," she demanded, applying force with the palm of her hand on my mound working it with a rhythm that drove me insane. The vibration and the vigor of her touch, provoked a burning heat to travel from my center to my neck, leaving a layer of sweat on my body. I could feel it coming, the first orgasm I was having that night. It hit me violently. My pussy throbbing hard, my chest and my back arching with spasms and an exhalation of air that I'm sure the neighbors heard clearly.
"Now, for the best part," she said, finally removing the last piece of clothing I had on me. "Open up for me."
I didn't want to. I wanted to keep pressing my legs together, satisfying the need I still felt on my clit. But she couldn't care less, she separated my legs with her hands, also taking the toy again.
"Look at me," she asked with a demanding tone.
Her free hand cutely made its way to her mouth as she bit her index finger before her grin made me salivate again. When she saw me swallow she took her thumb and licked it seductively, sucking on it, in and out, playing with her tongue until she took it out and directed it straight to my slit, feeling my wetness.
"Perfect."
The toy followed the same direction as her finger, up and down. Its tip teasing my entrance, she wouldn't penetrate until I begged.
"Stop," I told her, not with the intention of her ceasing her actions, but she did. "No, more… more."
She giggled at my contradiction but she understood and she pushed the toy further circling it slowly and taking it out again.
"More…" I begged again. She repeated the action. "Deeper…" I asked in a breath. She complied.
The feeling was insane. The vibration was turned on to the highest level and it started to numb me from the inside. Once again I felt my chest react. My nipples harden so much they hurt.
"Faster," I begged.
"It's not about speed, my love," she whispered. "It's about technique."
The circling motion became wider. I could feel the intensity vary within my walls, but it still wasn't enough. And I should've guessed she wasn't going to keep doing that alone. I closed my eyes again trying to concentrate in her movements, when her wet tongue entered the game, sucking my pussy as the toy made its way further inside.
Then I was lost. I wanted my hands released so I could grab her hair and push her head even more. I wanted to be free to turn her around and flip her over to thrust my need into her ass as I kissed her back and her neck. To place one of my hands under her pussy and the other on her neck, softly suffocating her until she and I came. I like many things in sex but thrusting my pussy against her skin is definitely my favorite one, even more if it's her round and soft butt.
Then I realized I was still bound and she had increased her movements reaching that point inside where only her fingers could make me fall apart. She took the toy out and, accommodating her body between my legs, she kneeled and penetrated me deep with two fingers until she reached my cervix and massaged it around.
I was flustered, my brain could no longer think of anything that wasn't her fingers tingling inside me and I started to feel overwhelmed by another heatwave, this time more violent than before.
"Untie me," I demanded, recovering my breath. I wanted to fuck her. I needed to. She denied with her head, amused by the idea.
"Today, you are mine."
I wanted to protest, but she wouldn’t give me any time as she stood up and, with the sexiest of actions, took all her clothes off.
"Were you going to say something?" She giggled.
But I was left mute. Her naked body made me lose all my words and my thoughts.
She walked swinging her hips and climbed into bed to sit on top of me, right where I needed her the most. She would bring her body front to back, brushing against my center as she thrust into it.
"Is this what you wanted?" She teased. "Or… is it this?"
She separated enough to turn around on the same spot and started riding me again. And yes! That is what I wanted. Her silhouette perfectly drawn by the contrast of the light of the candle flames and our dark room. Her bum cheek’s movement forcing the dimples on her lower back. Her breast is barely showing, but still bouncing. And the muscles of her back twisting with her effort.
And, even though I got my treat, I wanted more.
With one of my elbows pushing on the mattress, I took a strong impulse and sat almost losing balance. Still, I was able to carry my tied hands over her head and embraced her as we both continued our heaving.
"That's cheating," she whispered, finding herself trapped inside my arms.
"Cheating is not letting me touch you," I replied in the same manner.
She threw her head back. She wanted me to kiss her neck and I complied. Her arms were also immobile as they were held by mine, so she couldn't brush aside her hair, but I managed to find myself a spot moving it with my nose and chin. Her hair smelled like chamomile and her skin emitted a sweet aroma that I couldn't resist. When I drew my teeth into her skin I received her first moan. I repeated the action, this time soothing her skin with small kisses right after each bite.
My taunts accomplished their mission when she forgot that she wanted to maintain full control and released my bondage, finally letting me press her hip down with one of my hands and with the other caress her body. It was so warm and soft, so pressable I dug my fingers applying pressure. Her body felt so needed. Her breasts showed her excitement and I pinched each one of her nipples to my liking, bringing out moans that she couldn't hold inside.
With her own hands, now freed, she took one of mine and carried it down to her center. She was urging for contact, for me to do my best and bring her to her climax. Her labia was so engorged by her arousal that my mouth watered only touching her and, just as I had done with her nipples, I started delicately pinching her swollen skin together. Her respiration got more and more agitated; her chest, more pleading. I could feel her desire building up as she slid her opposite hand an inch below mine and began to play with her entrance.
I wanted to eat her up, suck on that little nib, but I wasn't done with her butt yet. I grabbed her by her hip and turned her around, stomach over the mattress. I positioned my center right on top of her prone bone and one of my palms on her center as my other hand helped me keep balance to thrust with fury. She did the same, going nuts on my hand, her wetness dripping down just as mine did over her butt cheeks. That feeling is the best.
Our orgasms left us exhausted, catching our breath for a few minutes that I used to kiss her neck softly leaving a trace on her back. She squirmed when I reached her thoracic bone and caressed it with my tongue. She loves that. Kissing her back is definitely a must. She is so sensitive and her moans are the truest you can get her to make. I went down with the same action, slowly. Her hands squeezing the sheets, her face buried on the pillow trying to muffle her laments. At the height of her hip, I roamed her from side to side, at times biting her, at times only licking her skin, until she couldn't hold her breath any longer and she let out a loud moan that made me smile. I love making her desperate.
When I reached her ass, I straightened up, kneeling on the side of her legs and gave her a short massage. I love her butt, I love spanking it softly, grabbing it and letting it go and she does too. But before that game turned into laughter and killed the sexy moment, I flipped her over and asked her to open up for me. She followed suit, moving only to place her legs one on each side of me, scooching down getting ready. Her right hand unconsciously reached her much-needed center, pressing it up and down.
"No, no," I said, removing it a few inches, she complained. "Let me."
My thumb returned caressing her folds, playing with the intensity of its pressure as I could feel her more and more ready and I decided that enough was enough.
I got down to her level and kissing her inner thighs made my way to that beautiful pussy, opening my mouth as far as I could, taking her in. The cry she made at the contact made my own legs clench. My lips immediately closing to suck her nib. She protested again, she wanted more. I repeated the action, opening up, applying pressure with my tongue, and closing it again. Open up, pressure, suck, close. Open, press, press, up and down, press, press, suck.
"Fuck," she said thrusting her hips against my face.
A grabbed her legs going even deeper, swirling in her folds, devouring her clit until the intensity became so unbearable she instinctively closed her legs around my head. She was so close that it only took me playing with my tongue flicking a couple of times for her to break right there, trembling incessantly.
I helped her ride out her orgasm, kissing her softly making my way up to her mouth.
"I love when you curse," I said, smiling over her lips before giving her a peck. "I love everything you do." I gave her another kiss, this one with more intent. "I love you."
This time she softly grabbed my face with both of her hands and kissed me so peacefully, as if she was thanking me for making her cum.
"I love you too…" she breathed out, she was spent. I kept my body on top of hers, almost as if I was a blanket until we both started to feel the cold coming from the outside. "You hungry?" She asked.
"I can't believe all you think about after sex is eating," I replied amused.
"I need to recover!" She protested laughing. God, I love her laugh.
"Fine, let's recover. What do you want? We could order in."
"Hmm…" She thought for a few seconds. "I'm in the mood for a huge cheeseburger with fries and the biggest glass of iced tea."
"Alright!" I said. I wanted to stand up, but she kept me in place.
"In a few minutes," she said, caressing my back. "Right now I just want to feel your warmth."
And yes, I love diving, I love feeling enclosed by water, to play freely as I float in it… in her. But I guess that what I love the most is drowning in our passion, feeling so desperate, so unable to breathe until we explode together. And I could do it for the rest of my life. To dive with her, to drown in her, and ultimately, to come right back to life.