Delayed Desire: Touch Me Now (L)

The delayed flight had been a torment, each minute stretching into an eternity of longing. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat mirroring the desperate need that consumed me. Just the thought of you, of your touch, sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume everything. I ran my fingers over my lips, tasting the dryness, imagining your kiss, the way your lips would mold to mine, sending a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure through my veins. The anticipation built, a tangible pressure in my chest, and a catch tightened in my breath. My hands trembled as I desperately tried to quell the rising heat, to maintain some semblance of control while my mind raced ahead, envisioning the moments we’d share.

Finally, the door swung open, and there you were, standing silhouetted against the hallway light. Your presence was a physical weight, a tangible expression of the desire that had driven me to the edge of madness. You moved toward me with a predatory grace, and as your strong arms enveloped me, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, followed by an even more intense surge of lust. Your erect wand, a silent testament to your power, pressed against my skin, sending a delicious shiver through my entire being.

Your tongue danced across the peaks of my breasts, teasing and tantalizing, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through my body. Each move you made was deliberate, calculated to maximize my pleasure, and with every touch, my desire grew stronger, more insistent. I reached down, my hands grasping the hardness that had formed, feeling the heat radiating from it. It was a primal instinct, a need so deep within me that it couldn’t be denied. Your hands in my hair were gentle yet firm, guiding me deeper into the pleasure, the taste of your raw meat a delightful surprise.

You watched me, a knowing smirk playing on your lips, and as you continued, you pushed me further, urging me to lose control, to succumb to the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume me. I moaned, a sound of pure release, as you continued your assault, your touch igniting a symphony of sensations within me. Pulling me deeper into your throat, the sensation was intense, overwhelming, a complete surrender to your dominance. Your hands gripped my head, and as you cummed, the world dissolved into a haze of pleasure, a perfect union of bodies and desires.

As I licked the last drop from you, a wave of heat surged through me, hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. You pulled me up from my knees, a silent invitation to continue, and you laid me down, trailing kisses all over me, slowly working your way to the center of my heat. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious torment that made me squirm with anticipation. My cunt began churning, a primal rhythm of pleasure, and you, sensing my readiness, began to tease, caress, and dominate, knowing exactly how to push me to the brink.

“Oh, ohhhhh,” I cried out, my voice a desperate plea, “Big Butterscotch, it’s your pleasure name.” It was a surrender, a complete abandonment of self, a willing submission to your will. I savored every moment of your oral game, letting you explore, tease, and dominate, feeding your pleasure and fueling my own. Gliding your tongue in and out of my pussy heat, my thighs squeezed your head, bringing you closer to the edge, until the climax was complete. A breathless smile spread across my face as I gazed down at you, amazed by the depths of pleasure we had reached.

Crawling down between your legs, your cock was an irresistible temptation, and I began to suck on it, harder and faster, desperate to satisfy the burning need within me. You grinned wickedly, recognizing my desire and knowing exactly what to do. You pumped my mouth, deep throating me with abandon, and as you did, my body tensed and tightened, ready to explode with pleasure. You flipped me over and positioned me on all fours, as if you knew exactly what I craved – to be fucked on the floor. Clutching my hips, I eased your hardness in, inch by inch, as your cock head began to swim deep inside.

The rhythm intensified, becoming harder and faster, as I moaned and gyrated, wanting the moment to last forever. One of your hands pulled my hair, while the other grasped my hip, intensifying the pleasure, and you increased your piston speed as I tightened my pussy grip. Harder and faster you pounded deep into my wet pussy, your dominance a force of nature. You were completely out of control, driven by instinct and desire, penetrating me forcefully with your weapon. I began to shake, moan, and almost lose my mind as you continued your assault, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

That was your cue; you lost yourself in my contracting cunt, diving deep into my “about to climax honey mound.” Grinding, claiming me as your own, you plunged fiercely into my twitching pussy with your bone. We immediately became lost in our own wave and time, in pure ecstasy, crossing the orgasmic line as we both let loose. Jerking, squirting, cumming, moaning, and grunting aloud, I always enjoyed our raw love making, finding pleasure in your dominance.

Milk your cock fully to mix with my cunt’s juice, our sexual energy released freely as we both let loose. Spent, trembling bodies collapsed on the floor, the intensity of the experience leaving us both utterly drained and utterly satisfied. It wouldn't be long before we both wanted more, an unspoken promise hanging in the air between us.

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