Soft electric blanket, turned on but not too high — it’s going to be plenty hot soon. Warm coconut oil. You in just your panties, those slick shiny pink ones that make your ass look so amazing? Lying face down. Arms above your head, hands on top of each other. Eyes closed. Utterly relaxed. Legs just barely spread, enough for me to notice your being ever so slightly wet.
Kneeling behind you, over but not on your lower legs, kneading the warm oil slowly into your skin, starting at your neck, working my way past your shoulders all the way down to your lower back. Occasionally pressing into you with my body as I work my way along yours. Playfully, ever so briefly, give your ass a squeeze. Maybe pull aside your panties, grab a cheek. Maybe even lightly brush your pussy as I pass by.
Move off your lower legs and begin by oiling your feet, your calves, your knees, your outer thighs, your inner thighs. No rush, we’ve got all kinds of time, I want you hot and bothered. Want you silently – or even not so silently – begging me to stroke those areas I’ve been so pointedly avoiding. Except for those (not so) accidental touches. As you instinctively starts arching your ass in the air, help you out of those lovely panties, kiss you deeply, but roll you back onto your belly. We’re not done with this yet.
Back to where we began. Straddling your legs once again. Time to return back to your neck, your shoulders, your back. Outer edges of your ass, outer thighs, outer calves. Your feet, your inner calves, your inner thighs. Your lips. Those lips. Your asshole. Your clit. Both hands massaging and oiling back and thighs and ass and all those wonderful warm and now very moist areas.
Almost begging me to fuck you, but know I wouldn’t last long as hot as this is making us, want to keep playing. And wanting to taste all of you, but know it will take you over an edge you don’t want to go over quite yet.
Slide up and kiss your neck. Kiss behind your ear. Flick your earlobe with my tongue. Massage your belly and breasts while holding you against me. You push back against me. But no, not yet. I still want to taste you. All of you.
Kiss along the back of your neck. Tongue sliding ever so slowly down your back, tasting the anticipation, tasting the coconut mixed with sweet sweat. Your head back on the pillow. Your ass in the air. Your legs spread. Your pussy red and puffy and oh so wet. Tongue finally takes a slow trip around your lower lips while you squirm and moan. Drag my tongue through the middle, enjoying the musky flavor of your pussy juices. Flicking your clit with the tip of my tongue, circling it, stroking it, sucking it, hard then soft then hard. Flat tongue going from the tip of your clit down the length of your lips through to your asshole. As I run the tip of my tongue around the rim of your asshole you are embarrassed and start to stop me, but are so aroused that you don’t. Back to your wet pussy, Slow to drink in your juices only to dive back in. Still have all kinds of time, and I’m enjoying all of this – the tastes, the smells, the feel, the anticipation, your giving up of control – as much as you are…
Head still on the pillow, on your knees with your ass in the air, wet and hot and shaky from an intense orgasm, you literally order me to fuck you. Only if you stay as you are. Bring you to the edge of the bed. Head down, ass up, you holding your cheeks open, back ever so slightly arched. Enter your pussy from behind. So wet I slide in effortlessly. Radiating heat. You try to get up onto your knees, but I push your back down and you return your head to the pillow. I grip your hips just above the curve of your ass, savoring everything. Watching the tiny hairs erect on your neck. The arch of your back. That amazing curve of your ass. Those cheeks you are holding spread. That asshole I just had my tongue in. Those wet lips I am now deep in. Moaning as you orgasm again, I join in, pull out while coming all over your spread ass.
I clean you off and lie next to you. Kiss you softly. Maybe a little playfully fondling.
‘One more round?’
‘I dunno dear, getting to be an old man…‘