Quiet Seduction

Quiet SeductionI loosened my tie, undid the top button of my shirt, and opened my trousers. I could feel my throbbing cock straining to be released from my underwear, even as she moved her body back and forth across me, barely touching. Again, she reached back, this time she rubbed against the cottony grain of my underwear. She carefully ran her fingers against the hardening silhouette, slowly, probingly at first. One finger, then two. Then she used her entire hand, back and forth, still slowly, but with more force. As she did this, I explored her body with my hands. The fireplace crackled; it gave off an orange hazy glow. The rich dark hues of the wood in the office made everything darker, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. The mixture of colognes, wine, and the heat from our bodies provided an intoxicating blend of passion. The breathing grew heavy; the touches more sweeping, the motions of our bodies, more deliberate. Tom Waits was gone; The Eagles appeared. We were making love with our hands, with our eyes, sarıyer escort with our minds. And still, not a word was spoken… I could tell by the way she moved that although uncertain exactly where, she wanted me to thrust my thickened cock inside her. She slid her body up and down against me. I could feel the openings each time she paused; her body quivered, as did mine. She turned slowly around, and began to lower her body, sitting on the couch. She pulled my cock out of my underwear, barely, stroked it very deliberately, looked at it longingly. She began to slowly lick the head of my penis, then opening her mouth slightly, she took in the head, almost as if kissing it. I admire the way she turns her head; it is as if she contemplates every sensual move, not just for how it feels to me, but for how it tastes and feels to her. I see an upturn in her flushing cheeks; she grins, then, closing her eyes she begins to suck at my manhood with more speed and determination. I play with esenyurt escort her breasts, toying with her nipples in my hands. She writhes on her left hand as she determinedly clutches my cock in her right. No words, but her gasps and groans set me ablaze. I don’t speak, my groans match hers. I can hear the wetness of her pussy as she plays and rocks and bounces.She removes her left hand from her soaked pussy, and wraps it around my throbbing, flaming cock. Moving her mouth away from me, she arises, and slowly, almost as if being watched from afar, she turns. Turning her back to me once again, she pulls those beautiful black mesh panties to the side and reaches for me. She slides along my cock with her body, allowing it to be lubricated with her love juices. I notice her shifting her standing position slightly, and leads me inside. I feel her entire body tighten, she gasps softly. Thinking that I may have hurt her, I try to pull away. Sensing this, she stops me, and begins to avrupa yakası escort rock slowly, deliberately, gingerly. With each short stroke, I feel her body become more relaxed. She reaches her hands around again, and grabs at my ass. Pushing her fingertips firmly into my hips, feeling more relaxed, and more fully balanced, I can tell that she is ready to accept all of me inside. She moves more rhythmically, taking me deeper with every thrust. I move towards her but she is anxious. It is she who is thrusting; she is now pressing herself more deeply onto me. Feeling that she is approaching a new level of arousal, I join her; I began to thrust with more purpose, more deeply, sliding out further, driving deeper, thrusting harder.We are now totally enraptured. Her moans grow louder, body movements more pronounced. My hands move up and down her torso, occasionally touching her breasts, alternately clutching her hips to thrust harder and even more deeply. Our bodies collide with each stroke, creating a loud clapping noise. Sweat and moisture from her saturated pussy spray the air. The aroma of our passion fills the room. I feel her body clench again, and realize that this is not pain; she has cum again. And still, no words are spoken; only sounds of all encompassing lust, and the crackling of the fireplace. ..