King Coral - Honey Bare

Lightly and slowly I was sliding my arm downward and at the same time I pulled my arm towards me. That zeroed my hand on her vertebrates at the lower part of her back. Gently I slid it downward, feeling the softness of her skin against my palm and then the firm and rounded curve of her fanny.

My fingers tightened and I began to massage it, feeling her tighten and react to my touch. Slowly she began to squirm and then she quickly shoved back the sheet and flipped onto her back.

She turned her head to look at me. A smile lurked at the corners of her lovely mouth. “You’re losing your touch, Link.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you’d never make a pass.” She turned onto her side and then she kept on coming, sliding right on top of me. My arms went around her and snuggled her breasts against my chest.

I said, “So you weren’t even asleep.”

“No, I’m pretty sneaky.”

“And sexy,” I added.

Her mouth came down to mine and for long moments we kisses avidly, letting her lips stroke lightly, then pull savagely. Her groin was digging warmly against mine. Suddenly her legs slid outside of mine and she was propped on her hands as she scooted up the front of me, bringing her breasts even with my mouth.

Like dusky and sun kissed fruit they were suspended above me, waiting to be tasted and savored. As she brought the left one down to my mouth, my lips firmed on the throbbing nipple while my tongue moistened its pointed tip.

“I’ve never been in bed with an attorney,” Nancy said.

While she took the left breast away and substituted the right one, I said, “Then you’re in for a treat.”

“I know that,” she said. With a happy sigh she’d suddenly let herself down even more.

I was nursing on her delicious nipple and the sudden movement her lush breast jammed it against my lips. She moved her shoulders and shifted them so violently that she was mauling her breast against my face.

My hands slid down her back. I clasped her buttocks and dug my fingertips into the firm and heated flesh. I felt her reacting against the pressure; and then she shoved herself backwards, and I had to loosen my grip. Down the front of me she was sliding now, her lovely hot tongue washing my chest and nipples, then moving down the front of my stomach. Her little rumbles of delight had became audible.

“You’re a poor weakling,” she purred. “So just relax and let Nancy do all the work.”

“You’re getting old, Nan.”

“Why?”

“If you call this work.”

I tried, to relax but it was impossible. She knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it; and her mouth and tongue were ecstasy and passion as they smothered me and brought fantastic delights.

I squirmed around on the bed as my hands stroked her back and hips. She was too far away from me so I rocked on my shoulders, clinging to her as I pulled myself across the bed until I was able to nibble at the outside of her knee.

With the heat and the delights building up below, I tried to get under her leg and around her knee but she was resisting the force of my hands. Caught up in the raptures that jolted through me I gripped her thigh and pulled the leg out from under her. She collapsed onto the bed, face down.

“Nancy!” My throat was clotted with passion and I wanted her the way she’d just had me.

“What, Link?”

She had straightened up. Now she was on her knees, staring down at me. “Have you forgotten? You’re a poor weakling.”

She pivoted on one knee as a lithe brown thigh moved above me and then she was sitting astride my waist. My hands whipped up and I began to massage her restless fanny. With the purring sounds bubbling in her throat, she began to move towards my chest, letting her heat and hunger rub erotically against my skin.

I kept pressuring her fanny, bringing her me and then, with a quick and graceful move, she was sitting on my chest, facing me. All of her weight was not on my chest, I could tell, and supporting herself with her legs, she let herself downward.

With the blood boiling in my veins and booming against my ear drums she brought herself to me. Then that was all blotted out by her heat and moistness, by feeling her react joyously to my touch. Through the humid mist of ecstasy that enveloped me I could hear her groans of delight, the nice things she was saying about me, the things she had said so often to me while we’d been together like this.

Nancy was beautiful and exciting and what made it even better was that we. knew each other completely. Each of us knew how the other one would respond to a movement and touch. I could tell that she was becoming extremely passionate, that I was bringing her along to a high pitch; and I knew that in a moment or two she would be completely ecstatic.

“Link!” she cried out, and at the same time she’d lunged away from me.

“Nan!” I said. “You’re the greatest!”

“No, no, no,” she was babbling, as she squirmed down the front of me. “It’s you. You, you, you.” She had grabbed me now, holding onto me fiercely as she looked down at me.

“I had to come back, Link! I need you -“

She paused because she was concentrating and I felt the heated dampness of her, her exciting and awaiting feminity. Astride me, she guided and probed the entrance; and then she suddenly dropped herself down on top of me.

“That’s how I need you!” she cried. At that second she fell forward. Her legs were entwined around mine and we were locked together. Her arms had slid around my neck, and our mouths were sucking rapaciously.

Now that we’d weathered the first exquisite jolt, we were content to heighten the degree of ecstasy with our mouths. My lips were so sensitive that whenever they touched hers; I felt her tightness squeezing powerfully, stroking and caressing me as though she possessed a thousand little erotic fingers.

We made love like that for a while, trying to control the intensity of our passion, letting it become more intense at the slowest and most delightful pace.

But before long her convulsions were so pronounced that I couldn’t resist it any longer. I was a mass of intense delights, and the pressure was demanding release. I felt like a bow, taut and dangerous, the arrow fitted to the string and the slightest touch capable of letting it fly.

With a loud groan Nancy pulled her mouth away from mine; and then with her hands on my chest she’d pushed herself backwards until she was sitting upright.

“Link!” It was an agonizing wail that slipped through her clenched teeth. “I can’t wait-!”

That was the signal which we both knew so well. She turned into a violent and savage rider who bounced and pivoted and turned and screamed; and I was the steed, trying to dislodge her. I arched and bridged and bucked with quick, violent movements that made her squeal even more loudly.

I was running out of breath. I was weakening but at the same time I was becoming bigger and more powerful, a huge mass of ecstasy that surged and raged.

The passions constricted her and swelled me; and at that point the wonderful heart-stopping moment swept over us. Suddenly I couldn’t see her distinctly anymore. She was a blurred figure above me, her face contorted as the spasms of delight tore at her and then she broke loose completely.

Far below me I heard the earth move and shudder and the chasm opened. Through it came the terrible and power built-up intensity and it shot skyward.

I arched violently, my passion and strength powering her upwards and for several delightful moments she was riding high, on the very top of the crest.

Then I dropped down again and she came down with me.

Exquisitely she was enfolding me, enveloping me with her sweetness and ecstasy.

It was a lush heaven of fulfillment.