Inflamed Feeling

Inflamed Feeling
Santiago

I can't control myself any longer, I descend little by little, I kiss my way down to her pubic bone, my lips settle there, I caress her intimate part with a slow, inflamed stroke of my tongue. I kiss this part of her hungrily with all-consuming passion, leaving a sound that diffuses a provocative undertone. I love the way I make her feel, she's simply gorgeous to look at.

"Santi, that is so good.." she moans, massaging my head, pulling my hair lightly and stroking it. It is just so exciting.

She moves her hips with boundless energy, matching the rhythms of our desires. I continue to taste her relentlessly with speed, something I have never done with other women. My lips and tongue explore every nook and cranny between her thighs meticulously, intoxicating me with her moans. I glimpse the warmth of her femininity, feeling her wetness grow under my touch, which joins me even more. I lift my head to look at her and a small smile forms at the corner, seeing her lips still glossy, carrying a torrid gaze towards her.

"You are beautiful... and you taste so delicious," I said, rubbing my tongue over her swollen lips.

Still lying on her back, her chest rises slightly as she breathes heavily. She blushes and looks away with intense pleasure, and I smile.

"Yes, my beautiful Orely, you are incredibly gorgeous. You are everything that I have ever dreamed of in a woman."

I feel so many inexplicable things for her, this feeling of always wanting to protect her, of feeling jealous if someone dares for just a moment to approach her, to touch her, drives me crazy. The only thing I feel is not just pleasure, but something that goes beyond this affection buried deep inside me, a feeling apart from anything I have ever felt for anyone else, and I think it is mutual because the current between us is so good. I knead her pretty breasts delicately, stretching them over the pinkish tips to make them harden, and I move close to her and place the intense stiffness of my member, drawing desire between her breasts. She lets out a soft breath as she nibbles her lips, her eyes locked in hers, burning with sensual, powerful desire.

Feeling my own pleasure increase with every move, I slide my erection up her ample breasts, savoring this exhilarating experience. My mouth seizes a fierce, languorous kiss and my lips capture hers with devastating ardor. My powerful hands bring her even closer, annihilating any distance between our heated bodies.

"Put your hands on your breast, my pretty," I bellow in a husky, ordered voice, my tone tinged with authority and desire. An invitation to explore together the limits of our unbridled passion.

I press her against me with force and continue to moan. My movements become faster and faster, each stroke back and forth between her breasts making the fire in my veins crackle, as my vigorous noble part bumps against her chin, subtly covering it with my seed.

"Hmm Orely, you are so sweet, so hot... I could go on like this for hours." I murmur between jerky breaths, sliding my hands around her chest to bring her even closer.

In a measured cadence, I whisper in a voice hoarse with envy.

"Look at me and tell me how much you want me.." I mumble, sliding my hand up to grab his chin, forcing him to lift his head to look at me.

I lean slightly over her, my movements still rhythmic and rapid as the question to whimper with pleasure.

"Tell me how much more you want."
Shaken by her rapid undulations, she tries to answer me, despite the whirlwind of sensations that has overwhelmed her.

"Hmm, I... I want you ..so much.." she bellows in a vibrant voice.

Unable to hold back any longer, my desire reaches unsuspected heights, all my intimate milk pours over the full curves of her breasts and face as Orely closes her eyes in time overwhelmed by the intensity of this moment. She wipes her eyes, slowly opening them again and I confidently descend from her intimacy.

"Now it is your turn, my pretty. I want to taste you again, to make you come on my mouth, my fingers and all over your body, until you cry with pleasure. I want to finger you relentlessly until you can't take it anymore."

I then bring my fingers to her lips, moistening them with saliva before carefully sliding them inside her and she whimpers, her eyelids slowly closing under the sensation, her whole body invaded by this gentle tension.

"Let yourself go, let me show you how desirable you are... how much you make me burn."

I gracefully grasp her leg, spreading it slightly to better finger her. I pick up the pace and my actions become more urgent. Agitated by the raw discharge I give her, she collapses in ecstasy, clutching my hair tightly and letting go, clutching the sheets. Her legs tremble as her voice under the onslaught of insatiable desire, every word chopped up, captured by the violence of my pleasure.

Under the weight of devouring pleasure, struggling to keep hold of reality. She's no longer a prey, a creature subjected to the fires of an all-consuming passion, capable of absorbing the whole world in a vortex where I'm in its grip, of this wrenching madness. 

"Fuck, Santi.. hmm, you intoxicate me with happiness..”

The syllables intermingle like a mute scream. She straightens slightly to kiss me, still reeling from the intensity of the sensation. We finally collapse on the bed, feeling drained, short of breath. My rod slowly unravels, but still remains half erect, glistening with my own vital fluid. The room plunges into momentary silence except for our ragged breaths.

A wave of exhaustion hits us, I drop onto my back, she comes to lie on my chest and before we fall asleep, I kiss her on the temple.