Running Scared

He leaned close, wanting desperately to give in to his desire, and plunge his tongue deeply into her, finding her sweetest, most sensitive spots, and whirl his tongue over them, feel her tighten and convulse above him...but he didn't. Very delicately, with the same slow deliberation, he flickered the tip of his tongue against her folds, threading it with care around them, up and down, grazing the skin, dipping and weaving his tongue, keeping it very shallow. Stopping was the furthest thing from his mind, but hearing her request it just motivated him even more. There were to be no taunts or ridicule from him later on because he loved to hear her voice, especially in these circumstances rather than their arguments.

She couldn’t take it any more, if she wasn’t surrounding his shaft soon, she’d erupt in embarrassment at some of the foul language she would use. She pouted and whimpered but sat up slowly. “Lyle…..can’t wait……need you……in me…..” She yelled out in pleasure, and wanted nothing more then to share that pleasure with the one she loved.

From the start, he was delirious, echoing his own moan, wanting desperately to taste every inch of her and as he flickered deep inside her, he could feel her growing hot around his tongue, and he swooned with the ecstasy he knew she felt, and the awe that was flooding over him. He pressed his lips, almost desperately against her, and sucked firmly on her, sucking the cool, fresh sensation out of her folds, his tongue dancing quickly, and she mewled, and he sucked harder.

With a yell of such beauty he thought his ears were hearing angel song and he slowed his tongue, suddenly preoccupied with removing the last bit of his clothing. He made his way back up her body and then focused on her eyes, his heart suddenly singing such love for her, such a need to guard and protect and provide, and hold, and love forever, and he knew, he wanted every kind of ecstasy for her. Even if he couldn't exactly admit that to her anytime soon. For the privileges she allowed, he would do his absolute best for her and slowly pushed himself inside, gently moving back and forth.

She helped him, meeting him with every sweet thrust. Man did she love him. Jayde wrapped her arms around his back as they both erupted, and finally they were one.

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It was two in the morning when they decided to take a ‘small nap’. Jayde molded herself to fit the side of his form, a place where she felt most comfortable, with his arms around her and her head on his chest. She ran her hands over his bust, pawing his glorious build.
“I’m glad you came home before I feel asleep. she smiled at him, then kissed his lips. “We should do this again sometime.” she teased, and gave a small chuckle.