Chapter 214 - A heated story of lover’s sėxuȧŀ connection

This morning I woke up in a bit of a fluster. To be honest, I was having the sėxiest dream and didn't want it to end. I was engaging in the most toe-curling sėx ever. I couldn't actually see the face of the man that spent hours seducing me with his mouth. But what I do know is, he licked and kissed me from my head to my toes and then back up again until his mouth found comfort in the sweetness that exuded from my saturated pussƴ. When my eyes opened and reality set in, I lay there for a while mulling over the naughtiness of my dream. My hand found itself resting in between my legs. My pants were damp from the excitement.

I turned to face where Ricky usually lay. He wasn't in the bed. I sat up and swung around so my feet were flat on the floor. I did a few seated stretches and then hauled myself up. I grabbed my towelling robe and moved towards the en-suite bathroom. Once inside, I used the toilet, washed my face and brushed my teeth. As I swished with mouthwash, I heard the bedroom door open. It was Ricky.

"Good morning beautiful!" he called out.

"Good morning to you too handsome," I responded as I made my way back into the main part of the bedroom.

I sat back down on the bed and looked at him. At that moment I considered whether the stranger in the dream could have been him. It would've made sense. But I don't think it was. The guy in the dream had an unfamiliarity about him. As I sat pondering, confusion must've been etched on my face because Ricky breezed over and sat down beside me.

"Are you OK honey?" he enquired, "you look concerned about something."

"Oh no, I'm absolutely fine," I replied, "I could've used some more sleep, I guess. But nope, I'm fine!"

"Alright," he said, "if you're sure…"

Before even finishing his sentence, he moved even closer to me. His torso pressed gently against my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder, ran his hand up the side of my face and then gently turned it to mirror his. My lips automatically connected with the softness of his. Almost immediately, his urgent but tender tongue found its way into my mouth. Our lips massaged each other's and we exchanged salvia whilst melting into a deep and passionate kiss. Ricky knew how to kiss me. He knew what I liked and this was it.

It wasn't long before the tension got too much. I had to face him so I swung around and straddled him. His hands bȧrėly left my brėȧsts as I took control of the kiss. With every rotation of his tongue in my mouth, my hunger for him increased. I leaned back and allowed him to continue fondling my brėȧsts. I watched his hands move with purpose and when he introduced his mouth into the equation, flutters erupted in the base of my tummy. He licked and suċkėd my nɨppŀės with so much ŀust. A fire raged in the depths of my increasingly wet pussƴ as his hunger for my bullet like nubs forced them to stand firmly to attention. He moved between both brėȧsts with yearning and purpose. It was intense.

The excitement was building. His soft lips pushed up against mine and our tongues tangled like laces. I yearned for more. We played like this for some time.

Beneath me, his dɨċk bobbed and bounced against my inner thɨġh. It was almost as if it were begging for attention. It wasn't long before the urge to free him from the restriction of his undėrwėȧr consumed me. First, I rubbed on him from outside of the pants and just as his throbbing ċȯċk was ready to be let out, I hoisted down his pristine white trunks and let him loose.

Our lips remained locked as my hand wrapped itself around his shaft and I began to jerk him off. He was thick and smooth. I wanted to taste him. My tongue craved to trail the silky outer layer of his pulsating meat. I desperately wanted to savour the sweetness of his tip right at the back of my throat.

Holding the base of his ċȯċk, I let the firmness of my lips run up and down. His throaty grunts of satisfaction let me know he approved of my technique. Every few strokes, I took him in deep, back-of-the-throat-tickling-tonsils deep! He loved it.

My tongue danced delightfully around the head and every so often, I'd allow the fullness of my lips to apply some pressure as I slid him in and out of my lips.

He liked me to look at him when my mouth was full, so I fixed my gaze confidently on him. The only time I looked away was to appreciate the beauty of his fully erect manhood or to acknowledge the effects his deep breathing had on his stomach. It was mesmerising!

His eyes stayed focused on me. He thoroughly enjoyed watching me eat him all up. He particularly liked it when I gave his balls some attention. I truly cherished his fleshy orbs and the way they sat so perfectly beneath his love stick.

Not letting my hand leave his shaft, I ran my tongue up and down his ball bag and gently took each testicle into my mouth, one at a time. He was so enthralled in ecstasy that his mouth was agape but no sound was emitted. He watched on with bated breath enjoying every single second.

I wanted him to taste his goodness too so I sat back up and moved forward. We kissed again. I could now smell his muskiness on his upper lip. I found it such a huge turn on that he was happy to get a mouthful of what I was enjoying. I continued to jerk him off and at the same time, one of his hands cupped a brėȧst and he began to grope.

I wanted more. I craved for my wetness to be acknowledged so I straddled him but this time, my arse hovered above his face in a sixty-nine position. He lay back and I lowered myself onto his eager mouth. Bolts of pŀėȧsurė shot through me as his tongue connected with my pot of honey. He wasted no time and began to ŀȧp up my nectar.

He used both hands to steady himself so he could get a rhythm going. His taut tongue darted between my plump pussƴ lips, toying with my ċŀɨt and then trailing back down towards my saturated hole. His tongue circled my entrance, pausing only to lick up and down both sides. He was teasing me, whilst I retained his ever-increasing python in my mouth. I was so invested in this. He was tongue fuċkɨnġ me and I was administering the best head ever. It was so fuċkɨnġ sėxy!

Truth be told, if it wasn't for my mouth full of dɨċk, I would've screamed out in a frenzied way every time he parted my lips and sunk his face into me. But it was when he turned his attention to my hardening love bud that I found it increasingly difficult to stay present with my ċȯċk suċkɨnġ. I just wanted to let it fall out of my mouth and enjoy the sėxy onslaught taking place in between my legs.

He flicked and licked, suċkėd and nibbled. It was pure bliss. My sighs of satisfaction got deeper as he feasted on my aching snatch.

As a direct result of him feasting, I was forced to release him from the saliva clad prison walls that was my mouth. I needed to take some time and immerse myself into the thrilling waves that cascaded through me. I arched my back and let him delve deeper into me. My essence overflowed into his mouth and down his chin. He ŀȧpped it all up. I was incredibly wet and so open.

His full length and girth entrenched inside my walls was what I craved.

I could tell Ricky needed it as much as I did. Our chemistry was off the scale—as usual, and the need to connect in a way that only penetration would allow became very apparent.

I moved round to face him, angled myself above his dɨċk and lowered myself down onto it. From the moment the head met with the doorway to my warmness, it was pure joy. And as his beating pėnɨs accessed my damp and welcoming lair, every single one of my nerves made themselves known.

Ricky eventually laid back and in no time, I found myself up top riding him like the sėxy little cowgirl I was. I jockeyed with passion and I whirled with purpose. Intermittently, I'd bend forward and let his dɨċk slip towards the mouth of my sodden gash and then I'd slip back down until his unforgiving stiffness prodded at my cervix again. I knew this was something he loved for me to do. He positioned his hand just above where my arse began to dip and gently encouraged me to take him deeper. I responded to the subtle request by doing exactly what he wanted. But I needed more still.

I reached for the ċȯċk ring with the ċŀɨtoral stimulator attached. He watched in anticipation as I gently rolled it down the length of him until it met the base of his rock-solid member. I repositioned myself and took him back inside. It wasn't long before the rubbery sensation of the ċŀɨt stimulator found my tender hot spot. As I rode him, the extra added spice of the stimulator took me to all new heights. I licked at his mouth as excitement overtook me. I kept on grinding because the feeling was colossal. He continued to grab at my ȧss because he found it difficult to remain calm with all that was currently happening. Ricky was witnessing me getting off and that simply drove him wild.

After some time, he sat up, prompting me to readjust. I swung each of my legs over his and found myself more or less in a similar position to how I was before. I was straddled across him, only this time the ċŀɨt stimulator was involved and ready to move things up a notch.

I was totally in my element and Ricky continued to look deep look into my eyes as I let the pŀėȧsurė I was experiencing, take over me. Every one of my senses was heightened. The softness of the bed linen gently rubbing against my leg as I moved backwards and forwards on his dɨċk added an extra layer of sensuality and even the way my toes curled and interlocked with each other, contributed to this amazing sėxuȧŀ high.

I leant back so Ricky had a full view of my excited pussƴ devouring him. He had a ringside seat. He was front and centre and witnessed it all. He throbbed inside me. He definitely liked what he saw so I maintained that position and continued to grind on him.

With my pŀėȧsurė building, the deep ache of an ȯrġȧsm reared its head. It was in reaching distance. I could literally taste how sweet it would be. I continued to thrust back and forth, occasionally bringing him all the way out and then taking him again. I was teasing myself more than I was playing with him. My cervix contracted and my juices flowed abundantly. I was so sticky and hugely turned on. Every now and again, Ricky gently doubled up on my grinding with extra thrusts. Every one took me just that little bit closer. I continued to let him slip and slide inside me until I was ready to spill over. A bubbling sensation grew in my core and the pressure of my satisfaction burst through affording me a surge of fulfilment. I came all over his boner. His response was to flip me back, push my legs apart and penetrate me, missionary style. The stimulator on his ċȯċk ring proved even more effective in this position. Every time he thrust, the flexibility of the rubber stimulator rubbed up the full length of my erect ċŀɨtȯrɨs with every stroke.

He took this as an opportunity to tantalise me with his trooper. He'd go in slow then pull out fast, pause for a second or two and then repeat. The anticipation of how he felt inside me together with the extra sensation provided courtesy of the sėx toy, left me not knowing just how much more I could physically take. My body was weak from all the pleasurable provoking it had been receiving and that earlier ȯrġȧsm, was still having an effect. That familiar twinge of wanting to ċum again wouldn't leave me.

When Ricky flung one of my legs back, that was it for me. I found myself on the verge once again and when he tried to kiss me, I was bȧrėly there. I just couldn't! Relentless tremors of ecstasy took over my body and face.

He kept on dɨċking me, persistently and with the same enthusiasm of a dog on heat, only much more passionate. Eventually, he let the weight of his body rest on me slightly whilst he carried on fuċkɨnġ the shit out of me. The bonus of him on top of me, made my wet snatch dribble even more. My ċunt was waterlogged, juicy and swollen. I was about to blow again and he knew it. He continued on with more of the same until the pressure of my ȯrġȧsm bubbled over.

Ricky pulled out and sat back on his heels and watched me pant through my euphoria. He removed the ċȯċk ring as he had figured, I was done with that. He was right. As much as it was fun, my happy buŧŧon couldn't endure any more. I watched on, pussƴ tingling like crazy and then he entered me, minus the ring. I was super sėnsɨtɨvė but it was bearable. In fact, the pace he opted for, was so nice. He was massaging me from the inside and it complemented my powerful spasms completely.

Ricky found a new rhythm as I kept my legs spread as wide open as they possibly could be. In this moment, he owned my body. I was his and he could shag me at whatever pace and intensity he saw fit to.

He liked to dig deep with a slow to medium stride. I experienced every stroke as I am sure he did too and whilst my body was still experiencing aftershocks from my second ȯrġȧsm, the familiarity of the warming, full feeling began to present itself. I braced myself for part three and despite the tenderness of a pussƴ that had received a good seeing to, I was ready for one last hurrah!

As his strokes worked their magic, I let my hand drop in between my legs and two of my fingers found my throbbing ċŀɨt. I rubbed on it gently in time with Ricky's dɨċk going in and out.

The pressure came from the underside of my cervix this time. The sudden urge to wee was huge. Without much warning, an almighty gush flowed out of me. I came all over him. It's what he wanted!

Our lips locked again, but only for a matter of seconds.

"Are you going to come for me?" I asked him through pants and deep breaths

He responded with thrusts so deep that his balls slapped against me. His eyes locked on mine. He was on his way, just moments from arriving.

Guttural groans left his mouth with every strike as he got closer. He couldn't contain the storm brewing. His dėsɨrė was readying itself to blow. A few more pumps and the force of his eruption shot through me. His body became less rigid as he gave into ecstasy.

Within seconds, he had relaxed totally and his tongue found its way into my mouth. We kissed tenderly whilst he enjoyed the electricity coursing through his limbs.

We lay there just relishing in the rapture.

My mind ran back over the saucy dream I had woken up from and it was right there and then, I decided the stranger must've been Ricky. After that seeing to, it just had to be!

Ends