astran
05-06-2012, 02:49 AM
Found a piece of smut I wrote a while ago lol. Thought I'd share it with the brothers here.
His longing fingertips trailed sensually up and down the curves of her waist through her sheer pearl –coloured panties, her pear hips proving too irresistible for him to stay away. Slowly tugging them down, his lips made stops every few seconds to anoint her newly bared skin with kisses, pronouncing them sanctified before proceeding down her body. He shied away from the Holy Grail between her legs, the old adage and cliché ‘Saving the best for last’ proving true again. Her mons were all he allowed himself to grace his fingers with, as he glided lower. Her clitoris could wait.
Her thighs, ever a sore spot for her in her maidenhood, were his next targets, his fingers again dancing across her skin, coming close but never quite touching her labia majora. Caressing her thighs with his lips, he drew a sigh from her as he placed his mark randomly, never allowing her to anticipate just where he might attack next.
He went lower, not wanting to waste a square inch of her cool, dark skin, enjoying the way each touch brought shudders and slight, tortured moans from her lips. Toying with her, ever the tease, he lavished attention on each ravishing and unsurpassed part that her body had to offer, circling round the surface area of her trembling legs before managing a cheeky cup of her perfect ass. Removing the remainder of her lopsided thong, he grinned to himself as he held the unblemished twin globes of her buttocks in both his hands, memorising the way they felt perfectly balanced in each palm.
She moaned softly, the sexual frisson provided by his attention proving too much for her. She bit her full lips and tongue, trying to prevent him from having the victory of a fullblown moan of pleasure escaping her tortured mouth.
Mercy in sexual seduction was never part of his modus operandi, and he covered her mouth with a palm that he had reluctantly removed from her pert buttocks. Biting his palm to show her displeasure at the glacial pace that he was progressing in undressing her, he growled as the pain finally registered. He removed a piece of cloth from his pocket, covering her mouth to prevent any such behaviour but leaving enough room for her to comfortably draw breath.
He lightly rubbed her already protruding areolas through their relative safety of their matching pearl brassiere, the anticipation giving rise to his already hard member and choking his throat with desire.
Clearing his throat, he lifted her skyblue camisole over her head, halting teasingly at her eyes, effectively blocking her eyesight. While she was completely defenceless and without sight, he held her hands over her head, leaning in for a kiss. Just as she was about to completely give in to his hungry mouth, he drew back, chuckling to himself.
Her protests were futile, ultimately.
“Raise your hands above your head, and hold it there. Or I’m going to prevent the release of your torment for a long, long time,” His voice thickening with unbridled lust.
He stood back and enjoyed his handiwork, the object of his fantasies in a completely vulnerable position. He had never found her more desirable or irresistible. Finally giving in, her unclasped her brassiere, allowing her bosom to free themselves of their constraints. Discarding the unwanted garments, he traced the shape of her magnificent breasts, as she continued to writhe under his relentless digits. Her areolas finally visible, he was able to witness as they continued their arousal. He kissed her breasts tenderly as he finally got the victory he sought for, a moan of unrestrained pleasure and lust.
As she pleaded for him, he decided to slake his lust and benevolently show some mercy. A searching index finger first gently went round her labia minor and then penetrated her wet vagina, drawing out an almost animal shriek of delight. Pumping his finger slowly, she was reduced to unintelligible gibbering before adding another. Wanting to give her the most satisfying orgasm she ever had, he lowered his head from her chest to her vagina, licking up the sweet fluid that had begun to gush forth. Ignoring her violently shuddering body, he began to quicken the pace of his verbal and tactile administrations, his tongue alternating between flicking across her clitoris diagonally and direct insertion in her vulva. Ascertaining that her orgasm had finally come, he suddenly sucked the opening of the clitoris and the clitoris itself at one go.
The loudest yell of pleasure he had heard from her yet tore from her throat, her entire body bucking as she came at last, the relentless waves of sensation overcame her body, leaving her totally exhausted, panting like a marathoner and driving her to her knees. He looked over her shuddering body, pleased with his efforts.
After what seemed like hours, she finally recovered enough to utter two words:
“My turn.”
His longing fingertips trailed sensually up and down the curves of her waist through her sheer pearl –coloured panties, her pear hips proving too irresistible for him to stay away. Slowly tugging them down, his lips made stops every few seconds to anoint her newly bared skin with kisses, pronouncing them sanctified before proceeding down her body. He shied away from the Holy Grail between her legs, the old adage and cliché ‘Saving the best for last’ proving true again. Her mons were all he allowed himself to grace his fingers with, as he glided lower. Her clitoris could wait.
Her thighs, ever a sore spot for her in her maidenhood, were his next targets, his fingers again dancing across her skin, coming close but never quite touching her labia majora. Caressing her thighs with his lips, he drew a sigh from her as he placed his mark randomly, never allowing her to anticipate just where he might attack next.
He went lower, not wanting to waste a square inch of her cool, dark skin, enjoying the way each touch brought shudders and slight, tortured moans from her lips. Toying with her, ever the tease, he lavished attention on each ravishing and unsurpassed part that her body had to offer, circling round the surface area of her trembling legs before managing a cheeky cup of her perfect ass. Removing the remainder of her lopsided thong, he grinned to himself as he held the unblemished twin globes of her buttocks in both his hands, memorising the way they felt perfectly balanced in each palm.
She moaned softly, the sexual frisson provided by his attention proving too much for her. She bit her full lips and tongue, trying to prevent him from having the victory of a fullblown moan of pleasure escaping her tortured mouth.
Mercy in sexual seduction was never part of his modus operandi, and he covered her mouth with a palm that he had reluctantly removed from her pert buttocks. Biting his palm to show her displeasure at the glacial pace that he was progressing in undressing her, he growled as the pain finally registered. He removed a piece of cloth from his pocket, covering her mouth to prevent any such behaviour but leaving enough room for her to comfortably draw breath.
He lightly rubbed her already protruding areolas through their relative safety of their matching pearl brassiere, the anticipation giving rise to his already hard member and choking his throat with desire.
Clearing his throat, he lifted her skyblue camisole over her head, halting teasingly at her eyes, effectively blocking her eyesight. While she was completely defenceless and without sight, he held her hands over her head, leaning in for a kiss. Just as she was about to completely give in to his hungry mouth, he drew back, chuckling to himself.
Her protests were futile, ultimately.
“Raise your hands above your head, and hold it there. Or I’m going to prevent the release of your torment for a long, long time,” His voice thickening with unbridled lust.
He stood back and enjoyed his handiwork, the object of his fantasies in a completely vulnerable position. He had never found her more desirable or irresistible. Finally giving in, her unclasped her brassiere, allowing her bosom to free themselves of their constraints. Discarding the unwanted garments, he traced the shape of her magnificent breasts, as she continued to writhe under his relentless digits. Her areolas finally visible, he was able to witness as they continued their arousal. He kissed her breasts tenderly as he finally got the victory he sought for, a moan of unrestrained pleasure and lust.
As she pleaded for him, he decided to slake his lust and benevolently show some mercy. A searching index finger first gently went round her labia minor and then penetrated her wet vagina, drawing out an almost animal shriek of delight. Pumping his finger slowly, she was reduced to unintelligible gibbering before adding another. Wanting to give her the most satisfying orgasm she ever had, he lowered his head from her chest to her vagina, licking up the sweet fluid that had begun to gush forth. Ignoring her violently shuddering body, he began to quicken the pace of his verbal and tactile administrations, his tongue alternating between flicking across her clitoris diagonally and direct insertion in her vulva. Ascertaining that her orgasm had finally come, he suddenly sucked the opening of the clitoris and the clitoris itself at one go.
The loudest yell of pleasure he had heard from her yet tore from her throat, her entire body bucking as she came at last, the relentless waves of sensation overcame her body, leaving her totally exhausted, panting like a marathoner and driving her to her knees. He looked over her shuddering body, pleased with his efforts.
After what seemed like hours, she finally recovered enough to utter two words:
“My turn.”