"First Time"
As our eyes meet, and we embrace with a loving hug for the first time. I can't help but notice that you are swaying back and forth and holding me tight. You are softly whispering in my ear how happy you are to finally see me and hold me. I don't realize until it hits my hand that we are both crying tears of joy. You wrap your arms around me so tight and sit on the bed with me.
We just gazed into one another's eyes and you pulled me closer and kissed me like I have never been kissed before. We both slide to the floor and enjoy the embrace of one another's love. As we lay there holding one another and taking in the love we are feeling you look into my eyes and raise my chin up to your mouth and tease me with soft warm kisses while caressing my body and just loving me so gently and amazingly tender.
We decided to take a warm shower, and when we got out he had the bed covered in flower petals from Orchids. He gently dries me off while kissing my neck and bringing chills to my body. I turn around and start to dry him off as well, I can't help but take my hands and feel all over his beautiful body. As I rub his chest I am becoming excited, I kiss his chest with soft warm kisses sending chills all over his body.
He gently lays me on the bed of orchids, he slowly moves up the bed with his hands tantalizing my body and kissing my legs on the inside. I am shivering all over waiting for that feeling that has yet to bring my body to heights and feelings that I have yet to experience. Then suddenly I feel that feeling I've waited for, His tongue slowly rolls over my clit and I wanted to scream out so loud because the feeling that was rushing through my body was like heaven on earth.
I was dripping wet like I had never done before. As I was totally out of control of my body as I lay there he brought his hard penis up to my mouth , I gladly took it all in and swallowed all of it to the back of my throat, as I was doing this I could feel his body shivering in excitement. He moves to get on top of me, but he waits before doing anything and takes his hands and turns me over and puts his hands on my hips and gently slides himself inside of me. He whispers in my ear softly and ask if I want him to be gentle, or rough? I whisper back and say which ever pleases you my King.
He begins to make love to me like an angel. He moved his hands up to my shoulders and pulled me back a little faster and harder making me cum all over him, and down my legs. He was moaning louder as he became harder and went deeper inside of me. He pulls my hips back one last time so close to his body that I could feel him cum inside of me. He just kept Cumming and moaning louder, he has never been this overwhelmed by our sexual interludes. I ask, what was different? He said he could feel the warm cum gushing from inside of me and it felt so warm and smooth running down his cock that he couldn't help but feel like he was drifting on cloud nine. We both felt wonderful all through our bodies, we lay in each others arms and drifted off into a blissful sleep.
About the Creator
Dragon Ladee
I am 56 years young and my first love other than my family is writing Adult Erotic Sensual Stories. Some are very racy, and some are not just depends on what mood I am in. I am not very good at it yet but I do know how to write a good story
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