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My personal fantasy

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Kissy_Liz Posted on: 26 Jun 2007 1 comments
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This one is pure fiction...one of my own personal fantasies.

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He rose from the couch and walked back to the bedroom. He just wanted to look at her. Hold her.

He shucked his jeans and underwear before easing slowly onto the bed beside her, careful to stay on top of the blankets that covered her as he curled himself around her. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of it, smelling the combined scents of their bodies. Hers warm and tinted with spring, his darker, more forceful. He was sunk and he knew it.

Soon he drifted off to sleep and the dreams poured through his unconscious mind. He felt a soft caress across his arm and could smell the faint scent of summer, of heat and of passion. The smell of Elizabeth.

He shifted against her touch, knowing this dream better than most. He would feel her touch, light a as a butterfly over his body, but never as he needed it. He would awaken, poised at the gates of her glistening, wet flesh, unsated, aching for her.

But the touch was firmer this time. Lips heated rather than merely warm. Her fingertips like silk, the murmur of her arousal against his abdomen as she licked.

He arched to her, rolling to his back, his arms outspread as he relished this touch. A touch from a women whom he had only had in is dreams. Until now.

Her approval was a stinging little kiss just above his navel. He groaned, the sound piercing his mind as his fists clenched the blankets. He needed her lower, just a little bit lower. His cock was rising fierce and hot from between his thighs, his balls aching with the need for relief.

Slowly, the knowledge that reality and dream commingled penetrated his mind. His eyes snapped open as his hand flashed out, catching her wrist as her slender fingers moved to encircle the fiercely throbbing shaft rising so eagerly to her touch.

Her witchy eyes, the most wonderful shade of hazel, lifted to his. her lashes shadowed her cheeks as a wanton smile curved her lips and her pink little tongue swiped over her lips before her head began to lower.

He couldn't speak. Jaw clenched, body aching, his free hand shot out, gripping her hair to hold her back. her lips were but a breath from the damp, flushed crest rising so eagerly to her lips.

Nothing could stop her tongue. His jaw clenched so hard he wondered it didn't snap as her tongue swiped over the bead of pre-cum welling from the tip.

His hips jerked, involuntarily arching to her lips despite the hold he had on her hair, the desperation in his mind that he hold her back falling beneath the pleasure.

It was so good. So damned good. her tongue sending sparks of heated sensation burning along his cock.

She was so pretty. naked, flushed, her breasts swollen, the nipples peaked and rosy as she bent to him.

"Let me," she whispered, breathing over the damp head of his erection as he jerked at the lash of pleasure that so simple a caress brought.

His eyes narrowed on her as he took the hand he gripped, wrapping his fingers over hers as he forced her to grip the base of his tortured flesh.

He couldn't speak. God only knew the insanity that would pass his lips if he tried. His other hand tightened in her hair, intent on dragging her rosy lips over the throbbing crest.

A frown snapped between her brows as she leaned back, tugging at the hold on her hair. Her voice was strong, demanding. "You had your playtime; now it's mine. Let me go."

He fought to breathe. How the hell was he supposed to allow her the freedom to touch him as she pleased? She would kill him. Didn't she know she was already destroying his soul?

"Let me go." Her voice softened as she continued to stare at him from between his splayed thighs. "I've dreamed of this. Bringing you pleasure. Let me."

Her free hand reached up, her fingers gripping his wrist, pulling at is as he forced his fingers to release her. He could see the need in her eyes, the hunger. Just for a minute. He could bear it surely-

"Jesus!" His hand flew to her hair again, gripping the strands as her hot mouth encircled the violently sensitive crest. "No."

Her lips lifted from him as her gaze flashed.

"Don't tell me know." She pulled his hand from her again.

"What are you afraid of, big man?" How is the puny little girl going to hurt you? Like this...?" Her tongue swiped over him, sending a burst of heat to his loins that damned near stole his breath.

"Elizabeth." He moved to snag her hair again, only to have her flip her head to the side, anger mantling her cheeks.

"If you grab my hair again, I'm going to bite you." Her teeth raked over the throbbing head of his cock and he nearly shot his release then and there. "Now stay still and let me play,"

He fought to swallow. With every touch, every sweet, silky caress, she was destroying his soul. How the hell was he supposed to let her go when this was finished?

"I need to taste you," she whispered as she licked beneath the crest, her little tongue flickering over the most sensitive area of his cock. "I need to make you feel good too."

His hands slapped to the bed, fisting in the blankets as he glared back at her. He couldn't speak. Gibberish would result.

"So gracious you are, too." her husky laughter breathed over him, torturing him as her delicate hand began to stroke the thick shaft.

He forced himself to stay silent, to brace himself.

There was no bracing himself for her mouth. Her lips surrounding the blazing ache in the head of his erection, sucking it deep into her mouth.

"Sweet God!" he prayed, feeling the cum boiling in his scrotum as he fought for control.

Her moan vibrated against him as her mouth tightened on him. Her lips stretched around him, sending exquisite fingers of electric shock through his penis, straight to his balls. Shit, he wouldn't last a minute like this.

His hips arched again, driving the bloated head deeper as her mouth sucked him firmly. So sweet and hot, velvet-tight. And her face. Her expression was something he knew would be branded in his mind forever.

It glowed. Her sweet beautiful face glowed before him as her hungry lips consumed him. Heavy-lidded eyes stared up at him; slender fingers stroked his shaft, caressed the taut sac below, and blew his mind.

She was the vision of every sexual fantasy he had ever known in his life.

"Sweet baby." His lips opened, his voice, so hoarse it shocked him, spilled the words building in his mind. God he couldn't resist her, couldn't resist the need that had his ships pumping, his erection fucking into her mouth as his loins tightened with a release he wondered if he would survive.

This wasn't pleasure. This was torture with silken licks, a firm draw of sating cheeks. It was the most incredible torment he had ever known in his life.

"God yes!" his body corded as he felt her take him deeper, felt the sweet, fiery constriction at the back of her throat on the highly sensitive tip of his cock.

He was going to cum. His hands moved for her head, only to have her slap the back as the pressure on his cock eased.

"Fuck. Suck me." His hands slammed back to the bed.

He wasn't a fool. If he dared attempt to control this, she would stop. And he couldn't bear that. She was sucking his mind from the tip of his cock and he considered it an acceptable sacrifice. Fiery fingers of exquisite pleasure were tearing up his back, sizzling in the base of his spine, warning him that he couldn't hold off much longer.

He was painting for air. Breathing was almost impossible. Sweat broke out over his body as he gritted his teeth, snarling with the rapture tearing through him.

"Elizabeth, baby..."

Her tongue flickered, lashed him with heat, and then as the tip of his erection was sucked to the back of her throat the explosion that resulted had him crying out, when he was never the type to cry out.

His hips arched tight, his eyes closed and his head ground into the pillow as his semen burst from the tip of his cock, spilling into the hot depths of her mouth. It was never ending, ripping through him, shuddering through his body, and stealing his soul.

When the last furious pulse of hot liquid was consumed by her greedy lips, he was free. He jerked her to him, rolling her to the bed and pushing in between her thighs.

He was still hard, still hungry. He would never, could never, get enough of her. His hands gripped her hips as he came over her, his thighs widening hers as he pressed into her

Liquid heat began to surround him. She was so tight he had to work inside her, groaning with each shallow thrust until he filled her, until he could feel every inch of his erection surrounded by her.

And it wasn't enough. He held her as close to his chest as possible, needing her skin to merge with his, to touch her soul despite the fear holding him back.

"Hold me," he growled against her neck.

But she was holding him, her arms tight around his shoulders. And it wasn't enough. He needed more. Needed more of her to still the pain building in his soul.

"Hold me, Elizabeth." He began to trust, desperate for her, needing in more ways he couldn't explain. he couldn't get closer to her, it wasn't possible, but still, it wasn't enough. God it wasn't enough; he was going to die if he couldn't touch her deeper, if she didn't touch him deeper.

Her arms tightened around his shoulders then, her cries echoing in his hear as he pushed her harder, his thrusts gaining in speed, killing them both in pleasure as his desperation drove him harder.

Harder. More. God, he needed more.

"I love you..." her cry tore through his head as he felt her tighten around him, felt her orgasm taking her. "I love you..."

And he was there. She was there. Deeper. He buried his head in her neck as his own release swept over him. Pulse after blinding pulse as sanity became hostage to pleasure, and Elizabeth swept through his soul.
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