Grace Patricia Kelly

She knew he was coming. He told her terminal nighttime. He told her to wake up at 7:00, get naked, unlock the room access and get back in bed. It was 6:45. She loved the minx.

formula # 1 was no touching herself after midnight lowest night. Of course that just made her deprivation to, but she was going to be a good girl and play b

y the pattern. Rule # 2 was, once he arrived, no touching him until he said so. That was going to be tough.

Finally the clock on her nightstand turned to 7:00. She got out of bed, peeled off her pjs and panty and made her way downstairs to the strawman threshold. She unlocked it and turned to go back to bed. Right now though, she could very well sit right down on the steps and masturbate. God she loved the prediction.

She heard a car door outside so she quickly scooted naked up the stairs.

He was sitting in his car out on the street. He saw her unlock the doorway. Knowing she was naked and waiting for him was such a turn on he could hardly hold himself. He knew how a good deal she enjoyed the teaser so he was going to do all he could to please her. He watched her neighbour climb in her car just after she unlocked the door. When the neighbour had pulled away, he pulled up and parked out front and waited a few More minutes.

She was back in bed, covered by the sheets, but barely. She looked at the clock again it was 7:05. That familiar ache between her branch made her idea wander, thinking of the things he was going to do to her. She jumped quickly to picturing his head between her legs, tasting her, when she heard the front doorway click.

He stepped into the house and close the room access behind him. He put his samara on the table by the front end door and walked to the stair. He got to the top of the stairs and turned towards her room. What a wad he found. Her laying naked under the sheets, her breasts mostly exposed, her fuzz laying on her pillow. She smiled.

He walked over the the border of the bed, leaned over and kissed her. His back talk moved slowly and softly against hers, their tongues touching briefly.

'' Good forenoon, '' he whispered, smiling.

'' Good morning, '' she smiled in tax return.

He peeled off his shirt and took off his brake shoe and socks. He kept his jean on. He brought a hot seat from the recession of the elbow room and placed it at her bedside.

'' Are n't you getting in here with me ? '' she asked.

'' In time, '' he replied.

She moaned.

'' Close your oculus, '' he instructed. `` Keep them closed. ``

She did.

He delicately reached forward, grabbed the tack and pulled it up to her cervix.

She pouted a little.

He gently ran his fingers over her physical structure through the weather sheet. She arched as he passed her stomach nearing her groin. He purposefully avoided her pitcher and moved to her articulatio coxae instead.

She laughed a niggling at his playfulness but oh how she wanted him to touch her. His hired hand left her trunk and she immediately heard his belt buckle, followed by his jeans coming down. She was wet.

With his gasp off and only his nighttime risque cotton Jockey shorts remaining, he went back to teasing her. He touched her thigh through the sheets and slue his finger down to her feet. Standing at the bottom of the bed now.

'' Keep your oculus closed, '' he said. `` focus on your sense of touch. ``

'' Ok, '' she said a little breathlessly.

She was waiting for the pes massage to begin but instead he let go. Then she felt it. The sheet was ever so slowly moving down from her cervix. The champion on her naked pelt was more incredible than she thought it ever would be. She felt her nipples harden as the sheet slid over them. indorsement later they were exposed as the sheet slid down the underside of her breasts. Slowly it moved down her tummy. She ached for the sensation of it over her mound but he stopped just brusque of there.

'' Oh fuck, '' she exclaimed.

He smiled. He walked up to the her side again and kissed her.

'' You like ? '' he asked.

'' I love how you badger me, '' she replied, eyes still closed.

He put the sheet of paper back around her neck an repeated the physical process. He watched her wriggle and squirm with every strait. God how he loved seeing her so stimulate. The stopping point two or three go he slid the piece of paper between her thighs. He could see the wetness seeping out of her from the base of the bed. He was also wet, and hard.

Again and again her ran the sheets down her consistence, teasing between her peg each fourth dimension. One last pass, as tardily as ever. He then left the sheet off of her and sat down in the chairperson beside her.

'' What are you doing ? '' she asked, her eyes still closed.

'' Open your heart, '' he told her.

She opened her oculus and saw him sitting there. His hand was inside his cotton legal brief, clearly stroking his cock. The urge to stir herself was never so secure.

'' Touch your mamilla, '' he told her.

'' Finally ! '' she thought.

Her finger surrounded her hard tit, pinching and pulling them, sending shock Wave down her body. She pulled her knees up and squeezed her thighs together trying to satisfy the aching between her legs.

He watched her. Her cheek flushing with excitement, her legs squeezing together, all the spell slowly rolling his fist up and down his intemperate, wet cock.

After a few minutes he stood up, bending over to buss her once more. His hands roamed down her shoulders, over her bare breasts and down to her waist. He easily scooped her up and turned her sideways in the bed with peg now hanging over the side. He peeled off his Jockey shorts letting his very raise cock stand out in front of him.

She lay watching him, still cupping her breasts and playing with her pap. `` Oh God, '' she thought. `` Eat me or have sex me, just touch me please ! ''

He got down on his stifle. He lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders and ran soft kisses done each thigh. His oral cavity hovered just above her wetness, so close that she could find his breathing spell on her. He could smell a salmagundi of her foreplay and the soap from her shower. He could n't wait to taste her.

'' Lick me ... Oh my God please lick me, '' she said breathlessly.

He did.

He planted a gentle buss between her wet lips, his knife separating them. She gushed wetness when they parted and he tasted her. His mouth opened and closed on her, his knife sliding up and down.

She put her hands on his head, running her fingerbreadth through his hair as he rolled his lingua over her again and again. He moved upwards and found her swollen clit with his lips. He suckled it into his sassing. It was then she exploded.

She screamed loudly as the first Wave of her coming hit her very hard. She squeezed her second joint against his head, clutching him. He had his strong paw on her rosehip, holding her in place as she came in his rima oris. She was gripping the sail with her hands, writhing slightly at the wave that followed. Slowly they subsided as he ran his tongue through her one last time, kissing her pussy softly as he stood up.

She took him by the paw. `` Come here, '' she said, feeling mellowed.

He crawled into the bed beside her.

She rolled on top of him. She buried her face in his neck opening as she straddled him. Her soft kisses and her tongue on his neck melted him. Her warm up body against his was exquisite.

'' Now it 's your turn mister, '' she said.

She pinned his munition above his head and rocked her hip joint against him. One squirm was all she needed to send her wet kitty against the base of his dick.

'' Mmmm, '' she moaned at the feeling.

He lifted his ass to press against her and she pulled back.

'' I 'm in charge now, '' she said, grinning.

He moaned slightly, licking his sass.

She placed herself against him once again. She slid up the duration of his dig with her warm, wet folds. She almost took the head of his cock inside her but slither back down again. She rocked back and Forth, grinding against the floor, watching his aspect.

'' Fuck me, '' he whispered.

She did.

She slid upwards, this prison term taking the headspring inside her. She rocked her rose hip quickly up and down and inch or two.

'' Is this what you want ? '' she asked, grinning.

'' God yes, '' he said.

She lowered her wet pussy down the distance of him. They both moaned at the sensation. Slowly she slid up and down, taking every in of him and almost letting him slip out at the top of her stroke. She increased her speed slightly to both their pleasures.

He held his blazon out. `` cum down here, '' he said.

She lay on him now, him holding her hips as she solid ground against him. Her face nuzzled in his cervix she got lost in the rhythm.

He scraped his fingers lightly over her back, down her face, brushing the position of her breasts.

'' I 'm going to cum, '' he whispered.

'' Oh God, '' she said. `` Me too, again ! ``

He erupted interior of her and his throbbing pushed her over the edge. Their naked consistency wrapped around each other in a breathless moment of passion, hearts racing as they came together.

They lay there still, orgasms subsiding, kissing and caressing until he naturally softened and slipped out of her ...