Kellie's Light: A Tiger's Awakening

The warmth of her hand on my abdomen, a slow, deliberate pressure, pulled me fully from the lingering tendrils of sleep. The light, a dazzling, almost painful brightness, fractured through the sheer linen of her birth suit as she leaned over me, her presence radiating an intoxicating heat. Her lips, soft and yielding, brushed a slow, languid kiss against my cheekbone, sending shivers tracing their way down my spine. When I finally opened my eyes, a breathtaking vision materialized before me: a miniature, iridescent fairy, shimmering with an otherworldly glow, danced around her head like a living jewel. As she took a step closer, her hand gently closing my mouth, a silent laugh bubbled up from her throat, a sound both mischievous and utterly captivating. It wasn’t a moment before I recognized the woman before me, my beautiful, fiercely passionate Kellie, clad in her familiar, skin-tight attire, bathed in the golden light of the rising sun. The morning light streamed in from behind her, painting her in hues of apricot and rose, a spectacle that stole my breath away. All I could manage was a whispered, "Angel…"

“It is Saturday, my King,” she replied, her voice a silken murmur against my ear. “They’ve already disappeared for their dancing lesson, leaving us to our own pursuits.”

Without hesitation, I surged forward, pulling her close, my arms wrapping around her waist, claiming her as my own. The scent of her skin, a heady blend of vanilla and something wilder, something primal, filled my senses. “So it’s time for our…” she began, then cut me off with a slow, deliberate, and utterly delicious “Strong Wine” kiss. It was everything I craved, everything I desired – the way her lips lapped against mine, the playful teasing as she explored the contours of my mouth, the final, lingering bite that left me breathless. Godly feelings washed over me, an overwhelming sense of adoration and longing. As she did, I began to gently caress her neck, my fingertips tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone, searching for purchase, an invitation. "It seems like my tigress is in the mood for hunting," I murmured, my voice thick with anticipation.

“Yup, I am too hungry, my love,” she responded, her voice husky with desire. “How about me eating you?” Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises, igniting a fire within me. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against hers, tasting the sweetness of her breath. "I would love to come in your jaws, baby," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Unexpectedly, a sharp, thrilling pain pierced my collarbone as she bit down with surprising force. "I guess you mean to cum in my mouth?" she inquired, her breath hot against my skin, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of challenge and invitation. The power of her presence, the raw, untamed intensity radiating from her, overwhelmed my usual inhibitions, pushing me towards a level of abandon I hadn't known I possessed. I confessed my desperate yearning for a taste of her, for a wild, uninhibited pleasure that transcended the confines of vanilla sex. My hands began kneading her puppies, a playful gesture designed to both tease and prepare her body for the act ahead.

Without a moment's hesitation, she ripped her birth suit off, discarding it carelessly to the side. Her movements were fluid, graceful, and undeniably provocative. The sight of her bare skin, glistening with moisture, sent a jolt of electricity through me. My boxer shorts, an unwelcome barrier, were swiftly removed as well. Suddenly, there she was, exposed and vulnerable, her body an open invitation to the pleasures she craved. My Mojo, already primed and eager, throbbed with anticipation. She looked up at me, a playful glint in her eyes, and gently took it in one hand, her fingers tracing its sensitive surface. She kissed its tip, licked the moistness, and then encircled it with her tongue, teasing and caressing it with a possessive tenderness that left me breathless. I was lost in the intoxicating rhythm of her touch, a wave of euphoria washing over me as I succumbed to the primal urges consuming me.

For a long time, she continued to worship my member, her kisses slow and deliberate, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through my body. In between, she would pause, catching her breath, her hands reaching out to gently stroke my inner thighs, encouraging my arousal, preparing me for the inevitable release. The pressure inside me built steadily, a relentless crescendo of desire. I couldn’t contain my moans, my body writhing in response to her touch. "Te Amo, Mi Amor!" I roared, my voice filled with desperate need, a testament to the depth of my passion.

She took my juices deep into her throat, pulling them out with a confident smile, and looked me directly in the eyes. “Your queen loves to take care of the things she owns,” she declared, her voice laced with a playful arrogance that only intensified my pleasure.

I took her face to mine, pulling her into a passionate embrace. “I am blessed that I am yours, my human angel,” I whispered, lost in the intoxicating sensations of the moment.

Then, she gave me a delly (pet name: small kiss ending within 3 to 5 seconds with only lips over skin) and laughed, saying, “I was talking about someone else.”

We both erupted in laughter, the sound echoing through the room as she returned to her duties, lost in her own world of pleasure. She continued to worship my member with unbridled passion, her touch becoming increasingly intense as the heat built within me. She asked me to hold her hair, and I gladly obliged, feeling her weight against my chest as she leaned into me, her eyes locking onto mine, a silent promise of even greater delights to come.

Her eyes were making love with mine, our hearts beating in unison, a symphony of desire. A powerful wave of ecstasy swept over us, carrying us away on a rainbow of sensations. She took all my juices, cleaning her lips with a teasing manner, savoring every moment of our shared pleasure.

She signaled toward the clock, her gaze lingering on the hands, then asked, “What about a dinner date tonight, Mi Papi?” The invitation hung in the air, a delicious challenge that I readily accepted. It was clear that the night was destined to be filled with more pleasure, more passion, and more of the intoxicating connection that bound us together. The thought of losing myself in her arms, lost in her desires, was an irresistible invitation. As she slipped out of bed and into her heels, I knew this was just the beginning of another unforgettable night.

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