Chicago Heat: Weekend Revelation

I awakened a few hours later to the sensation of a finger tracing circles around my breasts. My eyes fluttered open and I found Dave studying my face, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. He reached for the covers, pulling them back just enough to expose my full body to the chilled morning air. It felt deliberate, a prelude to something intense. I grinned back at him, rolled over onto my back, and arched my body, offering him a more complete view in the hope he’d continue his exploration.

Dave favored me with languid strokes of his hands across my breasts and stomach, a slow, deliberate caress. He delighted in playful pinches on my nipples, each one sending a jolt of heat through me, the small buds already erect and sensitive. To combat the chill, he covered one nipple with the heel of his hand, then proceeded to suckle the other, a possessive gesture that both thrilled and slightly unnerved me. Simultaneously, he massaged the taut flesh of one firm breast, his thumbs digging into the ridges, while his tongue jiggled the sensitive bud of the other, a teasing rhythm that built anticipation. Soon, a growl rumbled from the back of my throat, and my head began to spin, lost in the escalating heat. Without warning, he stopped, rolling over onto his back, pulling me towards him with a whispered invitation in my ear. The desire was too overwhelming to resist, so I hoisted myself up, straddling his neck, feeling the muscles tense beneath my thighs.

Hands behind my butt, he pulled me forward, positioning me directly above his mouth. I leaned forward, arms supporting my upper body against the mirrored wall, knees tucked beneath me, a vulnerable but utterly receptive stance. He pulled me down by my hips, lowering my moist vagina to his eagerly awaiting mouth. Inserting his tongue between the folds of my labia, he began a slow, methodical search for the hood of my clit, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Concentrating his efforts there, he jiggled the delicate nib back and forth with the tip of his tongue, a playful yet insistent pressure. I watched in the mirror as the sensation of his tongue on me ignited a torrent of electricity through my veins, a primal, raw connection that bypassed all reason. He clamped his lips around me, taking in the lavish outpouring of fluid, his body shaking with pleasure. Every now and then, he’d pull his tongue away from my clit, dragging it from the top to the bottom of my split, licking it lovingly, a slow, deliberate act of ownership. On one particularly intense trip down, he paused at my vagina, pushing his tongue as far as it would go, a deep penetration that brought a fresh wave of heat and pleasure. I cried out in ecstatic agony, my body convulsing in response, bringing forth a surge of fluid that gushed forth in a torrent.

I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself, mirroring my own fervent desire. He pulled me forward, adjusting my position so that my vagina faced his advantage, all the while swirling his tongue around my clit, a relentless, sensual dance. “You give the best head that I ever had,” I gasped, my voice thick with pleasure.

He loved the sensation of being covered in my cream, and with a knowing look, he pulled his face closer, pushing it farther into me so he could rub my hot juices all over his face. He pulled back long enough to utter, “Oh babe, I love the way you taste.” The words sent a shiver of heat through me, drawing me deeper into the moment.

He resumed his ministrations on my clit, establishing a spirited routine of massaging it with his tongue and sucking on it with his lips. He was exceptionally skilled, knowing precisely the right amount of pressure to use, the right rhythm to maintain, and the right way to stimulate my sensitivity. Relentlessly, he continued that steady rhythm with his tongue, each movement driving me further into a frenzy of pleasure. Within seconds, I was convulsing in exquisite agony, bringing forth a torrent of fluid that flooded my body. Again, he pushed his face into me, smearing himself with the nectar of love, his breath hot against my skin.

My arms weakened, and I suddenly realized that I was not supporting my own weight. It occurred to me that it might be uncomfortable for Dave, so I began to lift myself off him, but he clamped his arms over my thighs, holding me in place so that my vagina remained in contact with his face. Like a thirsty man, he sucked on me, taking every last drop of my essence. Finally, he released his grip, and I climbed off, sliding down to the plush bedding beside him.

Lying next to him, I pulled his face to mine, plunging my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of his arousal. As we kissed, the lingering tension of our previous encounter began to dissipate, replaced by a profound sense of connection. I rolled over onto my back, resting my head against his chest, and we gazed up at the ornate, gilded mirror on the ceiling, both of us lost in the shared experience. At that moment, we simultaneously burst out laughing, tears streaming down our faces, unable to contain our delight. Things finally settled down, and I noticed that Dave was still as hard as Chinese arithmetic. “Hey, we can’t let that go to waste,” I pointed out, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

“Wait, let’s take it slow. Let me hold you first.”

I leaned back into Dave’s chest, letting him gently hold me, and he stroked the front of my body, starting at my throat, then moving down to my stomach and back up to my throat again. His hands spanned the entirety of my torso with each stroke, the slow, deliberate movements sending shivers down my spine. My nipples had become aroused the moment I realized what Dave was up to, and he took this opportunity to pay special attention to each erect bud. They were always sensitive, but that night, they burned with a feverish heat. Each time his hands touched them, I moaned with pleasure, the sensation spreading through my loins. Dave continued the sensual assault, lifting me, moving me into position, and guiding his erect spike into me. With a little assistance from me, he impaled me, and he began rocking his pelvis back and forth, creating a rhythmic, tantalizing movement. I sat still, lost in the sensation, and he continued the dance, pumping with his hips. He moved a hand from my thigh to the center of my body, skillfully finding my clit, and he began to caress it with his fingers. I trembled from his touch, but managed to tell him, “That feels sensational, babe.”

He loved to be covered in my cream, and he continued to stroke the insides of my thighs, his hands gliding up and down on the soft, sensitive flesh there. He whispered, “Oh honey, you have such beautiful, soft skin. Touching it makes me dizzy.” My answer was a throaty moan, a desperate plea for more. He maintained that wonderful tempo, pumping with his hips, pushing me further and further into ecstasy. “Oh that feels good,” I moaned, my voice barely audible. Dave’s rhythm was perfect, a carefully orchestrated symphony of pleasure. Not too fast, not too slow, just right.

Tenderly, Dave caressed and stroked the insides of my thighs, his fingers tracing the sensitive nerve endings. He kissed the back of my neck, his lips lingering over my shoulder blades, before pulling me closer. “I can’t tell you how good that feels,” I whispered, my voice ragged with pleasure.

“It feels good to me too,” his husky voice rejoined, a low rumble of satisfaction.

Again, he lifted me, moving me into position. With a little guidance from me, he impaled me, and with a deep penetration, he unleashed a torrent of pleasure. My insides churned, and my come flowed into Dave’s open hand. As we kissed, the residual tension of our previous encounter faded, replaced by a profound sense of connection. I rolled over onto my back, resting my head against his chest, and we gazed up at the ornate, gilded mirror on the ceiling, both of us lost in the shared experience. At that moment, we simultaneously burst out laughing, tears streaming down our faces, unable to contain our delight. Things finally settled down, and I noticed that Dave was still as hard as Chinese arithmetic. “Hey, we can’t let that go to waste,” I pointed out, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

“Wait, let’s take it slow. Let me hold you first.”

I leaned back into Dave’s chest, letting him gently hold me, and he stroked the front of my body, starting at my throat, then moving down to my stomach and back up to my throat again. His hands spanned the entirety of my torso with each stroke, the slow, deliberate movements sending shivers down my spine. My nipples had become aroused the moment I realized what Dave was up to, and he took this opportunity to pay special attention to each erect bud. They were always sensitive, but that night, they burned with a feverish heat. Each time his hands touched them, I moaned with pleasure, the sensation spreading through my loins. Dave continued the sensual assault, lifting me, moving me into position, and guiding his erect spike into me. With a little assistance from me, he impaled me, and he began rocking his pelvis back and forth, creating a rhythmic, tantalizing movement. I sat still, lost in the sensation, and he continued the dance, pumping with his hips. He moved a hand from my thigh to the center of my body, skillfully finding my clit, and he began to caress it with his fingers. I trembled from his touch, but managed to tell him, “That feels sensational, babe.”

He continued, pushing me deeper and deeper, until my muscles were screaming and my body was saturated with pleasure. I emitted a long, low moan, and Dave whispered in my ear, “Come on baby. You can do it.” His words ignited a final surge of energy, and I pushed myself further, until the climax hit me like a tidal wave. My insides convulsed, and a stream of fluid gushed forth, filling me completely.

Dave let me sit there for a moment, catching my breath, before pulling me closer. He pulled me off his still-hard penis, turned me toward him, and gently pushed me down on the bed. He moved his body between my legs, spreading them apart and then pushing them back and up and over my head. It was one of my favorite positions, giving him complete access to me.

Slowly, he dipped his shaft in to my sweet spot, and then he pulled it back. Through clenched teeth, he told me, “Oh baby, I love your hot, tight, vagina.”

I grinned at him and pulled my legs farther apart. “It’s all yours, big boy,” I declared, a triumphant smile spreading across my face.

In this position, not only could he push all the way to the top of my vagina, but with each stroke the tip of his penis rubbed my g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I cried out with delight, my muscles tensing, and I managed to tell him, “That feels incredible, babe.”

He was rolling my clit back and forth between his fingers, an intimate dance of pleasure. I thought I was going to explode, lost in the depths of sensation. I drew in a deep breath, and Dave reacted to my excitement by increasing the speed and force of his thrusting. He was completely lost in the moment, consumed by our shared ecstasy. As he made the final plunge and unleashed a torrent of fluid, my muscles contracted, sending a surge of electricity through both of us at the speed of light. Our bodies quaked as our orgasms traveled to our heads, and we clung to each other, lost in the shared experience.

Eventually, he pulled his penis out of me and sat up, and moved close to me. His penis lay flaccid in his lap, and I put my hand on it anyway and massaged it slowly. I was exhausted and fell asleep on my stomach, nestled against his chest. Dave stayed awake for a while, gently rubbing the small of my back. Finally, he slid over next to me and fell asleep with a smile on his face, and I drifted off to sleep beside him, feeling the warmth of his body and the lingering pleasure of our shared passion. I knew that we would carry the memory of this incredible night with us for the rest of our lives, a testament to the power of desire and connection.

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