Ache Of The Sea

[lulu08]

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We sat for several moments, inhaling the remarkable surroundings. I felt his lips graze my shoulder. I turned to face him. It felt as though he looked full into me, through my eyes and into the depths of my soul, before he gently, slowly took my mouth with his own. I closed my eyes and surrendered into him. His lips were soft; his tongue skimmed the inside of my top lip. I shivered. I allowed his tongue to search out mine and The Australian let out a muffled groan. From somewhere deep inside his perfectly muscled chest. My fingers wound their way around into the hair at the base of his skull.

His mouth left mine as he turned his head downward.

One of his hands made its way up to my breast. He held it gently, cupped in his tanned, sinewy hand. My nipples were hard as pebbles, pressing against the light fabric of my shirt. With thumb and forefinger he played with one, and pinched it slightly from atop the flimsy material. I gasped and leaned my forehead hard into his hair, my eyes closed, utterly giving up to the ecstasy of his touch. He turned, setting me down on the bench, and sat before me on his knees. He grasped my breasts in both hands and rested his head against my stomach. Pulling his hands down the length of my sides, they came to rest on my hips and he laid his head in my lap. I stroked his hair, not anticipating what would come next.

Grasping my hips he slid me down so that my rear end sat over the edge of the bench. Gently, slowly as he lifted his gaze to my face, to my eyes, catching the blind lust evident in their grey-blue depths. I was entirely intoxicated. He slid my skirt up past my thighs; lifting my hips, he tucked the fabric under my bottom. A glint of satisfied surprise in his eye to find I’d worn no panties. Before I had a chance to protest, he lowered his head into my trimmed crotch and kissed the soft neat, mound of fine, curly dark hair. I moaned faintly and lay my head back onto the edge of the gazebo wall. I was more than happy- ready- to receive what ever he had in store.

He kissed the hair. He moved his mouth slightly lower, blissfully deliberate; I could feel his warm breath on my rapidly inflaming flesh, his hands kneading the firmness of my hips. He brought one hand over to replace where his breath had warmed and played gently with his thumb. My flesh was warm and damp, and growing firmer, more swollen, to his touch. He stroked lightly at first and with the gentle firmness of his thumb and forefinger, pinched and teased the pearl of my clit, all the while playing his tongue over the quivering softness of my outer lips, darting, down, teasing along the outside edge of my moistened, ready opening. Completely uninhibited, my body instinctively opened, warm and plump just for him.

His tongue replaced his fingers over the swollen tip of my sex while his thumb took up residence, moving to stroke firmly the thatch of hair above. As he massaged gently, though insistently, with his fingers, his tongue slid lightly into the welcoming folds of my clit. I felt a pleasure nearing pain and couldn’t contain a long moan. He placed a hand under one of my thighs and placed it on his shoulder. I instinctively placed the other. I now had him completely, deliciously, enveloped between the firm flesh of my warm, damp thighs and it served only to excite him more. Gently he continued to slide his tongue into my moist folds, while occasionally pulling at the swollen flesh with his lips. Oh God, I thought silently. More please. More. Both of my hands ran through his hair, applying a gentle pressure, keeping his face firmly between my legs. His mouth moved freely, as did his tongue, and with increasing urgency. While he manipulated the length of my inflamed clit, he would occasionally nip with his soft lips before gliding his tongue down, slowly, deep within me, eliciting deep, rasping groans from above. My hips were now moving rhythmically, pressing my warm, wet pussy against the soft pressure of his mouth. Against his face. I looked down to watch. I pressed my hips upwards as he received me eagerly, his tongue exploring my depths. Fucking me. He encouraged me with the circular, ascendant kneading of his hands on my rear end.

I had lowered my legs from his shoulders. The balls of my feet and toes ached, pressing hard into the wood floor on either side of his body, my legs spread wide. So very open. My back arched. I watched as he revelled in the lack of constraint of my thighs and freely licked, sucked and kissed every centimetre of my open exposed sex. The sight of his handsome face buried, thoroughly enjoying, my hot, wet crotch, generously uninhibited in his desire to give me pleasure, was more than I could handle. I didn’t want it to stop, but with every gentle, insistent movement I knew I was about to cum. Just not yet. I repeated silently to myself. He seemed more than pleased, even eager, to remain, allowing me every ounce of pleasure that could be had. I knew I was on the verge. I was about to explode.

“No.” I cried out, even before I knew what I was saying.

I pulled his head abruptly from between my legs. I gently pulled him up towards me. Before I was too overcome, I wanted- no, needed- him inside me. I wanted to cum with him, not alone. He knew what I was doing and turned to sit upon the bench himself. I sat astride, my skirt still hiked up above my thighs. I could feel him rock hard against an inner thigh. I could see the faint outline pressing against his jeans. I quickly fumbled to undo his pants and free him from their snug confines. I pressed up on my knees so that I could allow him to pull his pants down enough to allow me free access. Unbound, the sight of him was impressive, and I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction as I took him in both hands and caressed the soft, warm, dry skin. His hands were at the back of my neck and I felt the light fabric of my halter fall to my waist. He had both of my breasts in his hands, pinching both nipples gently with his fingers and thumbs.

“Harder…” I whispered into his hair. He responded in kind, providing me just the slightest inkling of glorious pain as he squeezed. He dropped his head to take one of my firm, responsive nipples in his mouth. Caress it with his teeth, nibbling only slightly. I continued to stroke his hard, cock, the ropey veins pulsating under my touch. I fondled his scrotum, the pleasure evident in the sounds he made against my breast. From root to soft, silky tip, I used both hands to get to know the remarkable length of him.

With ragged breath, now looking at me, he produced a condom and placed it in one of my hands, while with the other, I gripped hard, with the full expanse of my hand, the length of his erect penis. I leaned forward to kiss him. Forcefully, demanding as the intensity of my mouth was reflected in the fervour of my touch. I stroked with greater zeal and his groan echoed in my mouth. He returned my urgency with his tongue, intertwined with my own. His hands kneaded both breasts, fondled my nipples, occasionally pinching with force. He moved beneath me, his body speaking to me, begging. We paused long enough for me to rip the rubber sheath from its foil, panting, our damp foreheads resting against each other. In one movement I pulled the condom down the length of his pulsing, hot cock. I ran a hand down its length to ensure its permanence.

Shaking, I raised myself up on my knees, his hands resting firmly upon my ass and I slid down his taut belly, feeling his hard torso firmly against the bone of my aching pubis as I lowered myself toward him. I stopped when I felt the tip. I was so incredibly ready to envelope him inside my moist warmth, but I stopped. I could feel the firm head of his penis against the heat of my ready opening. A cold shiver ran through me and I savoured this moment of delicious anticipation. I lifted my head; my hands were firmly tangled in the hair at the back of his lovely head. He lifted his gaze to mine. As I gradually lowered myself, the damp warmth of my eager flesh taking in the length of him, all the while maintaining his steady, passionate gaze with my own.

Nearing delightfully full, his pelvis thrusted slowly to pierce further, deeper, and I gasped. I smiled and closed my eyes. His hands and mouth moved to continue working my breasts, and with complete and utter ecstasy, I let my head fall back as his mouth made its way to my throat and I revelled in the feel of him: rock hard, throbbing, warm. Full inside me. We moved together, our sounds of pleasure audible. We were lost in one another and the intensity of pleasure I had just experienced with the skill of his mouth, returned. I knew I was coming close to climax but was not ready for this to end. He slowed all of a sudden and wrapping his fingers in my hair pulled my face back to his own. His lips met mine and slowly, much like our first kiss on the beach, and despite the passion raging through our bodies, his mouth explored gently. His tongue darted, his teeth played with my bottom lip and I returned in kind, my own tongue gently lighting against his top lip, and then softly sucking on the bottom. With this renewed mindfulness to the simple act of kissing one another, our bodies instinctively, unconsciously, responded with urgency, our hips once again resuming a rapid and sensuous rhythm.

It was quickly becoming more than I could bear. Our mouths remained entwined as our bodies thrust violently against one another. With the intensity of our movement, I arched back suddenly, his hands holding me firm, gripping my bottom with incredible force. I pulled his head to my breasts, his hands moved to gather them towards his face and I released a low cry, “Oh God, Nathan!” There was a quaking within me and I could feel the muscles of his body below mine, tense. With my cry, his arms wrapped around the middle of my back crushing me hard against him, his face buried in my breasts, with a tremendous gasp, he himself, cried out.

We continued to move slowly, the urgency melting away. Our breath ragged. He gently grasped a nipple between his lips and played with his tongue. We gradually came to a stop, my head resting against his own as he playfully nipped at my hard nipple. We were slippery against one another with our sweat and the moisture of the air. I sat astride, revelling in his attention to my breast. He was still deep within me and neither of us was in any hurry to change that. We sat. Our clothes fiercely askew. My face in his hair as I stroked its softness and he, gently kissing me.

[budd12]

This is merely an exerpt... there's more from Ache of the Sea!

We sat for several moments, inhaling the remarkable surroundings. I felt his lips graze my shoulder. I turned to face him. It felt as though he looked full into me, through my eyes and into the depths of my soul, before he gently, slowly took my mouth with his own. I closed my eyes and surrendered into him. His lips were soft; his tongue skimmed the inside of my top lip. I shivered. I allowed his tongue to search out mine and The Australian let out a muffled groan. From somewhere deep inside his perfectly muscled chest. My fingers wound their way around into the hair at the base of his skull.

His mouth left mine as he turned his head downward.

One of his hands made its way up to my breast. He held it gently, cupped in his tanned, sinewy hand. My nipples were hard as pebbles, pressing against the light fabric of my shirt. With thumb and forefinger he played with one, and pinched it slightly from atop the flimsy material. I gasped and leaned my forehead hard into his hair, my eyes closed, utterly giving up to the ecstasy of his touch. He turned, setting me down on the bench, and sat before me on his knees. He grasped my breasts in both hands and rested his head against my stomach. Pulling his hands down the length of my sides, they came to rest on my hips and he laid his head in my lap. I stroked his hair, not anticipating what would come next.

Grasping my hips he slid me down so that my rear end sat over the edge of the bench. Gently, slowly as he lifted his gaze to my face, to my eyes, catching the blind lust evident in their grey-blue depths. I was entirely intoxicated. He slid my skirt up past my thighs; lifting my hips, he tucked the fabric under my bottom. A glint of satisfied surprise in his eye to find I’d worn no panties. Before I had a chance to protest, he lowered his head into my trimmed crotch and kissed the soft neat, mound of fine, curly dark hair. I moaned faintly and lay my head back onto the edge of the gazebo wall. I was more than happy- ready- to receive what ever he had in store.

He kissed the hair. He moved his mouth slightly lower, blissfully deliberate; I could feel his warm breath on my rapidly inflaming flesh, his hands kneading the firmness of my hips. He brought one hand over to replace where his breath had warmed and played gently with his thumb. My flesh was warm and damp, and growing firmer, more swollen, to his touch. He stroked lightly at first and with the gentle firmness of his thumb and forefinger, pinched and teased the pearl of my clit, all the while playing his tongue over the quivering softness of my outer lips, darting, down, teasing along the outside edge of my moistened, ready opening. Completely uninhibited, my body instinctively opened, warm and plump just for him.

His tongue replaced his fingers over the swollen tip of my sex while his thumb took up residence, moving to stroke firmly the thatch of hair above. As he massaged gently, though insistently, with his fingers, his tongue slid lightly into the welcoming folds of my clit. I felt a pleasure nearing pain and couldn’t contain a long moan. He placed a hand under one of my thighs and placed it on his shoulder. I instinctively placed the other. I now had him completely, deliciously, enveloped between the firm flesh of my warm, damp thighs and it served only to excite him more. Gently he continued to slide his tongue into my moist folds, while occasionally pulling at the swollen flesh with his lips. Oh God, I thought silently. More please. More. Both of my hands ran through his hair, applying a gentle pressure, keeping his face firmly between my legs. His mouth moved freely, as did his tongue, and with increasing urgency. While he manipulated the length of my inflamed clit, he would occasionally nip with his soft lips before gliding his tongue down, slowly, deep within me, eliciting deep, rasping groans from above. My hips were now moving rhythmically, pressing my warm, wet pussy against the soft pressure of his mouth. Against his face. I looked down to watch. I pressed my hips upwards as he received me eagerly, his tongue exploring my depths. Fucking me. He encouraged me with the circular, ascendant kneading of his hands on my rear end.

I had lowered my legs from his shoulders. The balls of my feet and toes ached, pressing hard into the wood floor on either side of his body, my legs spread wide. So very open. My back arched. I watched as he revelled in the lack of constraint of my thighs and freely licked, sucked and kissed every centimetre of my open exposed sex. The sight of his handsome face buried, thoroughly enjoying, my hot, wet crotch, generously uninhibited in his desire to give me pleasure, was more than I could handle. I didn’t want it to stop, but with every gentle, insistent movement I knew I was about to cum. Just not yet. I repeated silently to myself. He seemed more than pleased, even eager, to remain, allowing me every ounce of pleasure that could be had. I knew I was on the verge. I was about to explode.

“No.” I cried out, even before I knew what I was saying.

I pulled his head abruptly from between my legs. I gently pulled him up towards me. Before I was too overcome, I wanted- no, needed- him inside me. I wanted to cum with him, not alone. He knew what I was doing and turned to sit upon the bench himself. I sat astride, my skirt still hiked up above my thighs. I could feel him rock hard against an inner thigh. I could see the faint outline pressing against his jeans. I quickly fumbled to undo his pants and free him from their snug confines. I pressed up on my knees so that I could allow him to pull his pants down enough to allow me free access. Unbound, the sight of him was impressive, and I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction as I took him in both hands and caressed the soft, warm, dry skin. His hands were at the back of my neck and I felt the light fabric of my halter fall to my waist. He had both of my breasts in his hands, pinching both nipples gently with his fingers and thumbs.

“Harder…” I whispered into his hair. He responded in kind, providing me just the slightest inkling of glorious pain as he squeezed. He dropped his head to take one of my firm, responsive nipples in his mouth. Caress it with his teeth, nibbling only slightly. I continued to stroke his hard, cock, the ropey veins pulsating under my touch. I fondled his scrotum, the pleasure evident in the sounds he made against my breast. From root to soft, silky tip, I used both hands to get to know the remarkable length of him.

With ragged breath, now looking at me, he produced a condom and placed it in one of my hands, while with the other, I gripped hard, with the full expanse of my hand, the length of his erect penis. I leaned forward to kiss him. Forcefully, demanding as the intensity of my mouth was reflected in the fervour of my touch. I stroked with greater zeal and his groan echoed in my mouth. He returned my urgency with his tongue, intertwined with my own. His hands kneaded both breasts, fondled my nipples, occasionally pinching with force. He moved beneath me, his body speaking to me, begging. We paused long enough for me to rip the rubber sheath from its foil, panting, our damp foreheads resting against each other. In one movement I pulled the condom down the length of his pulsing, hot cock. I ran a hand down its length to ensure its permanence.

Shaking, I raised myself up on my knees, his hands resting firmly upon my ass and I slid down his taut belly, feeling his hard torso firmly against the bone of my aching pubis as I lowered myself toward him. I stopped when I felt the tip. I was so incredibly ready to envelope him inside my moist warmth, but I stopped. I could feel the firm head of his penis against the heat of my ready opening. A cold shiver ran through me and I savoured this moment of delicious anticipation. I lifted my head; my hands were firmly tangled in the hair at the back of his lovely head. He lifted his gaze to mine. As I gradually lowered myself, the damp warmth of my eager flesh taking in the length of him, all the while maintaining his steady, passionate gaze with my own.

Nearing delightfully full, his pelvis thrusted slowly to pierce further, deeper, and I gasped. I smiled and closed my eyes. His hands and mouth moved to continue working my breasts, and with complete and utter ecstasy, I let my head fall back as his mouth made its way to my throat and I revelled in the feel of him: rock hard, throbbing, warm. Full inside me. We moved together, our sounds of pleasure audible. We were lost in one another and the intensity of pleasure I had just experienced with the skill of his mouth, returned. I knew I was coming close to climax but was not ready for this to end. He slowed all of a sudden and wrapping his fingers in my hair pulled my face back to his own. His lips met mine and slowly, much like our first kiss on the beach, and despite the passion raging through our bodies, his mouth explored gently. His tongue darted, his teeth played with my bottom lip and I returned in kind, my own tongue gently lighting against his top lip, and then softly sucking on the bottom. With this renewed mindfulness to the simple act of kissing one another, our bodies instinctively, unconsciously, responded with urgency, our hips once again resuming a rapid and sensuous rhythm.

It was quickly becoming more than I could bear. Our mouths remained entwined as our bodies thrust violently against one another. With the intensity of our movement, I arched back suddenly, his hands holding me firm, gripping my bottom with incredible force. I pulled his head to my breasts, his hands moved to gather them towards his face and I released a low cry, “Oh God, Nathan!” There was a quaking within me and I could feel the muscles of his body below mine, tense. With my cry, his arms wrapped around the middle of my back crushing me hard against him, his face buried in my breasts, with a tremendous gasp, he himself, cried out.

We continued to move slowly, the urgency melting away. Our breath ragged. He gently grasped a nipple between his lips and played with his tongue. We gradually came to a stop, my head resting against his own as he playfully nipped at my hard nipple. We were slippery against one another with our sweat and the moisture of the air. I sat astride, revelling in his attention to my breast. He was still deep within me and neither of us was in any hurry to change that. We sat. Our clothes fiercely askew. My face in his hair as I stroked its softness and he, gently kissing me.

[mailahn97]

definitely nice. I enjoyed it

[hot4hubby]

That was really good!