A String of Pearls
Part Two: Touching the Redhead
I give myself over to you without reservation. You reach up to the towel, caught between my breasts, and slowly, teasingly, set it free. It falls to the floor, leaving me exposed to your gaze.
You step back from me, drinking in my body with your eyes, your gaze lingering on my breasts, my nipples hard with want. As you circle me, your fingers trail over my tummy, caressing my waist and lingering in the small of my back; before slowly moving down to my ass, cupping my cheeks and suddenly pulling me hard against you.
I can feel the length of you, hard, pressing against me as your hands move around to my breasts and your mouth moves to my neck.
The soft light of the candles flickers and we can hear the sound of the waves breaking on the shore… a repetitive sound that echoes the movement of our bodies against each other.
You stop and take me by the hand, lead me to the bed and sit me down on crisp white sheets. You pour us a glass of wine, in no hurry, taking time to enjoy the moment.
You take my glass and put it on the table next to yours, take my face in your hands and kiss me so long and so deep it leaves me gasping. Your mouth moves down over my chin, trailing down my neck until it reaches my breast, lazily circling my nipple as your other hand plays with its twin. I can hardly wait for your mouth to move lower, and wind my fingers though your hair, encouraging you… as if you need it! Finally, when I feel that I can’t wait any longer, you relent and start to kiss slowly down over my tummy, stopping at my navel, teasing me, driving me nuts.
Your hands have moved to my thighs, softly moving them apart and then reaching up to lower me back against the pillows as you move ever so slowly and so surely towards your goal…
Where will you take us, Adam?
Ruby
My goal, yes. I hope your dreams were sweet and fulfilling. You gave me so much to fill mine. I love the way you like to take your time. Too often we rush to the end and forget the details. To enjoy the little things that mean so much, that is life.
I will continue the story,
Adam
I move down and my mouth brushes the soft springy hair of your pussy, my tongue parts the lips and moves up to press against you, then down and in. Flicking in and out, moving up again to rub the softly hooded jewel and then down where the wetness flows. All my world is you, salt and wetness and sweet moans, the press of your hips riding up and pressing close. Your knees come up and clasp my head, drawing me in, imprisoning me in a velvet grip. I feel your body tense deep inside and I know you are close and your hands are pulling me in as your hips rise. I reach up to brush your breasts with my palms and feel your nipples hard against my hands. My fingers follow the curve of your belly and trace the dip of your belly button and I can feel you tighten inside, feel your hands in my hair and the rise of your hips sliding against me so that my tongue reaches into you deeply and then slides down as you press up and then up and in again. Both my hands cup the cheeks of your ass now. I love the slick wet feel of your skin and how my fingers and tongue are sliding in you and over you. I feel you tighten and your hands grasp my head so tightly and then you are laughing, shaking with release and pulling me up and guiding me in.
You are so hot inside that I gasp and push in until our hips are crushed together and my balls press against your thighs. Then it is back and in, back and in, the rhythm as ancient and deep as the sea. Your legs wrap around my thighs, your fingers dig into my back. The waves, the beat of the fan, the whisper of your breath fast and hot in my ear and against my neck; all merge together. We are all one motion, one beating of hearts.
Adam,
Undone… that’s what your story did to me. So damn good that I need to wait to respond… I can’t do it tonight… I am too tired to do it justice. I leave tomorrow, a four-day trip. I will continue this when I get back if that is what you wish. If the written words become a dream I will be happy.
xoxo Ruby
As we rock together, bodies in sync, your mouth finds mine and takes possession of it… your tongue plunging deep into my mouth, keeping time with your thrusts. I taste myself on you, salty and sweet at the same time.
All of a sudden, you stop. I protest my disappointment as you leave me empty and aching for you to fill me again. You have other plans though, and methodically pile up pillows and cushions behind your back. Reclining back against them, your knees bent and apart, inviting me…
Astraddle me, you slide down, glorious breasts swaying softly as you move, wet heat all around me. I can feel the tension and release of the muscles inside you. My hands reach for your shoulders and pull you toward me and then slide down to cup your breasts. My palms feel the tightness of your nipples and I hold them there, just barely touching.
And all the while you rise up until the tip of my cock just slides across your wet and open pussy. I want more than anything to rise up to take charge of the motion, to drive myself into you. To grasp your hips in my hands and bring you down onto me, hard, again and again, while I arch my hips into you from below. I want it so badly, but I wait, holding still so that you control the motion, so that the slightest touch moves us together. You move so that my cock presses and then slides, then presses again. I feel the tip trace the lips of your pussy, feel the moisture cool on my shaft, feel the slightest throb reach you like electricity flowing between us.
We hold like this, eyes locked, waiting for the other to be the first to finally let go and give in to desire. My hands move from your breasts to your sides and down to the flare of your hips and slowly around to cup the softness of your ass. My grip tightens and pulls you forward so that your breasts are close to my mouth; as you move forward your nipples brush my lips. My tongue flicks their erect tips and then I catch one with my lips and then I let my teeth graze them gently just as you did with my cock before. I hear the gasp and it excites me more than anything. I bring my hand around to your belly and then down to the top of your pussy so that my fingers can dip into your wetness and slide along to touch where we join. I see you flush. Watch how it spreads from the tops of your breasts to your neck. My fingers move faster, still light, but quickening the pace.
I pause and with our eyes locked I bring my fingers to my mouth to taste you. I trace your lips with my finger, then bring your mouth to mine. My fingers on your neck feel your pulse beat strong and fast.
One of us is going to give in to passion. One of us will suddenly grip more tightly and move strongly and urgently.
Ruby, I am so glad you are back,
Adam
Watching your face, your eyes… pupils dilated as you wait me out… you are much stronger than me, my body rules and I begin to move on you, but slowly, undulating my hips so your cock grazes against my clit each time I lower myself. Your fingers trail down from my mouth over my breasts, and make lazy circles on my tummy before continuing down to meet mine. I am feeling your cock where it enters me, circling it with my fingers, stroking it as it comes out of me… oh so excruciatingly erotic. Your fingers show me what you want, and I comply, stroking myself as well, loving the way you watch me.
Your hands move to my hips, guiding me now, thrusting up into me, more and more forcefully as your body takes over. You are lifting me and bringing me down harder and harder until our rhythms synchronize and we rise and fall to meet each other, sweat glistening on our bodies. Your hands are busy urging me on, but my nipples are so sensitive and needing attention, so I rub my palms against them, heightening my pleasure.
I can feel our mutual urgency building… your cock throbbing deep in me, my muscles tightening around you, drawing you in as far as I can, but never deep enough. I want you so badly, but I don’t want it to end… so I stop, stop you, gentle you down a little with a long slow kiss. You are moaning against my mouth, and then rolling with me, still moving in me, and then you withdraw… that void again!
You turn me over, your hands caressing me, lingering in the small of my back, as if you knew somehow that being touched there excites me, and then circling my ass, which raises at your touch. Your hands are between my thighs, separating them, teasingly lightly, brushing them with the tips of your fingers until they move of their own volition, unable to resist…
You excite me so much, I can no longer feel where my body ends and your fingers / mouth / tongue start… feeling your fingers, so slick with my moisture, sliding back and forth, your tongue following. It breaks down all my inhibitions, and my mind and body are consumed only by the feelings of pleasure your touch brings.
You give me no rest, your cock resting hard between my cheeks, pressing against me… seeking entry as your fingers play with me, stroking me and then sliding one, two, three deep within, nearly sending me over the abyss.
I feel you withdraw, your fingers moving up to your cock, coating it in my moisture as your mouth moves to my neck, gently grazing it with your teeth and then to my ear, whispering what you would like to do… and I turn my head so you can ravage my mouth, your tongue plunging deep.
Your hands have moved underneath me, one at my breasts, cupping them, rubbing your thumb over my nipples until they stand proud and hard; and one moving down to my tummy, lifting me, your hand cupping my mound, fingers dipping into me, feeling how wet I am with wanting you…
I am glad to be back, Adam. Such a shame, the tyranny of distance, but my imagination can negate the miles. It is very exciting to converse equitably with a deeply passionate and imaginative man and to share needs, wants and desires. I am waiting.
Ruby
Yes, distance is cruel and yet there is the quick and restless excitement that comes with the exotic and tantalizingly almost there. And imagination not only negates distance but compounds allure.
Adam
And now, Ruby, it has come to now, passion like a storm that has built and built and then is suddenly upon us in all its delightful fury. My tongue in your mouth, my fingers sliding in you as your hips press back against me. My cock, slick with your wetness, sliding past resistance, until my fingers feel its pressure inside you. And we move like that, connected, a small movement with every part fitting, not wanting any part of the connection to break, moving together; following, leading, speaking with our bodies, hot words of desire and need and the pleasure of being one.
The need to move overcomes me and I leave your lips and shift my hands to your hips and rise above you so that my cock slides to your pussy and then I thrust forward and fill you until my balls are pressed against your ass. And then lean back so that all my length slides wetly, making a lovely liquid sound. Just as the head of my cock catches against your swollen lips, I thrust in again, the movement deep and powerful. I love the press of your hips against me as you swing your hips back to meet my every thrust. I hear a moan and realize it is mine, coming from so deep inside it is as if a sound has been torn from me and I feel rather than hear your body and voice answering me. And Ruby, I call your name and am not sure if it was a thought or a cry or if it was you or me. We seem to have erased all boundaries between us as the motion and the sensation, the wetness and the smell of our bodies fills me as I am filling you. I want it to go on forever and yet I want it to rise to the peak so that we can laugh and hold one another and wonder.
When a brief rational thought enters my head, it is to wonder how it is possible for this to be so intensely pleasurable that I lose myself completely. The feel of you moving in me, sliding so easily, every inch of you waking and sustaining almost unbearably electric sensations inside me, so that I start to pull away… but you don’t let me, and pull me back onto you, and I love that.
You are moving so powerfully in me now, grasping my hips, controlling me…raising me higher and higher so that I am on my knees and able to match you, gasping all the while… unable to catch my breath. I reach underneath me and find your balls, cupping them, so heavy and full, waiting to fill me up with your hot liquid. I squeeze them gently and you make a low primal sound coming from down deep, and pound into me harder and harder until I start to scream for you not to stop, never to stop.
I feel myself moving closer and closer to the edge, ready to tip over, wanting you to cum with me, at the very same moment so we can fall together. My muscles start to clench around you, and all of a sudden I feel you slow, and become still for just a moment, until you call my name and begin again and I feel your fingers tighten on me as you move harder and harder, and then just as I begin to shatter completely, you stop and call me again and I feel the heat as you fill me… and then I am gone, aware only of your movement faster and faster and then slowing, as you wrap your arms around my waist, holding my hips against you… your liquid flowing down over your cock, joining with mine… all wetness and heat together.
We stay that way for what seems an interminable length of time, hardly breathing until we at last fall together, you still in me, onto our sides, and hold on, gentling each other down, until we can at last breath again. And then you begin to whisper to me, and trail gentle kisses over my neck, your hands reaching up to cup my breasts. The laughter returns as you turn me towards you, your eyes on my face, questioning; and the pillow talk can begin for a while, until you reach for me again…
“Ah Ruby, that was lovely beyond words,” I whisper as we lie so close and enclosed and encased by the glow and sweetness of desire fulfilled, fingers light on your skin, light and soft, loving the smoothness and curves. I am entranced by the power that passion brings, that made you such a towering force just moments ago, and now, here beside me, you are so slight and petite and fragile.
I press my hands against yours and am amazed at the fit. I watch the pulse slow at your throat, see the flush of desire subside, and then reach out so that the backs of my fingers run down your breast and circle your nipple, and I smile to see the skin tighten and your nipple swell at my touch. I know desire runs just below the surface like a spring, waiting to be brought forth again.
“Where would you like to meet again, Ruby?” I ask. “The world is ours.” My fingers trace the curve of your lips and then curl around your neck and pull you close so that I can kiss the soft hollow just above your shoulder and breathe in your scent and the warmth of your skin.
I looked up the tyranny of distance. I never had heard that before. I have lived in many places under that rule.
Adam
The aftermath of the storm almost rivals the storm itself in its contrast, slow and soft and gentle, feeling your fingers trail over me as you gather me to you, both beyond exhaustion. I reach down and hold you, now soft and subsided nestling in my hand and wonder that it can grow and give me so much pleasure, again and again. Feeling your lips on my hair as I fit myself comfortably to you, your body still stirring desire in me, but unable to move to quench it at this moment, until I drift into a blissful, deep sleep, my body and my mind fulfilled for now.
We could meet each other again at a crowded nightspot somewhere on the Amalfi coast, eyes meeting and recognizing each other across the room, drawn to each other like magnets with the memory of what has passed before. You gaze at me, drawing me in, undressing me with your eyes, my red silk dress rustling and falling to the floor in your mind as I move towards you…
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