Deep Kisses

Their kisses become a little more probing, and less shy. His hands now moving over her shoulders and pushing the thin straps of her tank top aside. Moaning she let’s her head fall back as he starts trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. Her body reacting to every kiss and caress. Their breathing becoming a little more rapid. She enjoys the feeling of his hand as he covers her breast, and gently massages it.

She wants him to just pull her top off so she can feel his hands on her skin, his lips kissing her. Intuitively he feels her need and slowly his hands drift under her black shirt. First stroking over her stomach and then reaching her breasts. The pleasure of that first touch is indescribable. The aching for that touch has been running through her mind since the moment he started kissing her. Her nipples are taut, aching to be teased and tasted.

Slowly, he pushes her shirt up over her breasts and nuzzles into them. The sensuous feeling of his tongue swirling around her nipples as he takes one into his mouth causes her body to tremble from sheer pleasure. Resting her hands on his shoulder, she massages it to encourage him to keep going.

“Kiss me!!” she gasps, caught up in the electric current running through her body, wanting to taste his lips, to feel his body over hers, his bare chest pressed against hers.

He crushes his lips to hers with such intensity that she can hardly stifle the gasp. She runs her hands over his hips to the waist of his shorts where she finds the button and starts to starts to tease him with her hand. With every kiss he presses into her she can feel how incredibly turned on he is. She slowly runs her hand over the front of his shorts and is rewarded with a soft groan. She seductively teases him longer, wanting to make him ache for her even more. He buries his face into her neck as he waits, hoping she’ll open up those shorts and slide her hand inside them. Turning her head she whispers into his ear.

“Make love to me…please.” His hands slowly move over her stomach and down to her hips. He begins massaging her thigh while his lips tease hers. Seductively he runs his hand up her thigh and then parts them to stroke between her legs. Much to his delight she moans loudly and pushes her hips forward against his hand.

Out of sheer desire and urgency she tugs at the button on his shorts and opens them, wanting to feel him in her hand, eagerly anticipating the groan that she’ll hear the moment her fingers gently stroke him. He shifts his weight to help her remove his shorts and quickly get them out of her way, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes.

She runs her hand over his boxers and notices he has stopped kissing her. It is becoming increasingly difficult for him to concentrate as he anticipates her touch. Slowly she slips inside his boxers and smiles upon hearing him suck in his breath. She wants to make him, moan and beg her to let him take her. It takes a practiced hand to make a man weak like this. She can feel him getting harder as her stroking hastens.

With both of them now moving into each other, soft moans have replaced words, hands teasing and playing with each other. Gently he pushes her shorts over her hips and slowly down her legs, his hands leisurely making their way to her inner thigh.

“Oh please!” she begs as with every stroke up her leg he comes closer to her now very wet panties.

“Mmm, be patient” he teases as his fingers drift along the edge of her black panties. There is no hiding how much she wants him. She shivers at every touch and shifts her hips enticing him to touch her.

Still teasing around the edge of her panties he starts kissing her, first her breasts, gently sucking on them, his tongue flicking over her nipples and driving her wild, then moving on to nibble and kiss her tummy. He hears a long loud sigh as he slowly rubs his hand over her panties.

“Oh baby, maybe we should just stop now, and go back to camp?” he asks playfully.

“Nooooooooooo,” she moans completely lost in the feeling of his hand still stroking her through her now soaking wet panties. His reply is a finger slipping under the elastic and stroking her. Tenderly he runs it between her very swollen lips and inside her. He loves the moan and gasp he hears as he slowly lets it run into her and then tease her gently with his lips now also kissing her thigh and nibbling on it. With painstaking slowness he removes her panties.

Amused with her growing hunger and slight frustration, he begins kissing her legs and thighs again, purposefully avoiding any other contact and knowing she will start swaying her hips, luring him in. He savors this moment of control and enjoys the hunger in her eyes, knowing that there is nothing else but this moment on her mind.

Gently he again strokes her and presses two fingers inside of her. Nothing is better than feeling her entire body tremble from his touch. Then when she is just about to go insane he lowers his lips to her and softly runs his tongue over her. The trembling becomes stronger and her sighs very audible, his tongue now gently licking and swirling. Her hand reaches for his free one and she squeezes it so hard he winces. When he knows she is almost at the edge he flicks his tongue a little faster. Her entire body shudders, and he can feel her tighten around his fingers inside of her. His hand is now crushed in hers as it waves over her entire body.

With a smug grin he moves over her and plants a very deep wet kiss on her lips. Reaching for him she lets her hands roam over his body. She lets out a loud gasp as she takes him into her hand and slowly but with urgency strokes him. Her mind is swimming with thoughts of how much she wants him inside of her. While kissing his lips hard and teasing his tongue with hers, she continues stroking him.

She whispers into his ear, “Ohhhhhh, I just have to taste you!” and slowly she moves down his body. She lets her hands her hands run over his thighs while kissing his neck and chest, still teasing him. Feeling his body become tense with anticipation she reaches the waistband of his boxers. She not so gently tugs them off, knowing he wants them off and her mouth on him. Now!

Reaching for him she can’t help but moan at the sight of him. Knowing full well he wants nothing more than to feel her just take him entirely into her mouth, she hesitates for a moment and decides to not tease and do just that! Her reward is a deep moan from him. She knows she has made the right choice. It is so exquisite the way it feels to run your tongue over your husband when he is this aroused, to lick and suck and taste him, to fight the urge to completely devour him, the great ego rush when he starts throbbing at the brink of exploding in your mouth. To then stop and wait until his breathing slows down and the throbbing isn’t so intense only to take him there again.

All this thinking is driving her crazy. Feeling him tremble and knowing one more deep plunge and he’s not going to be able to hold back, she stops. She has to feel that inside of her, to feel him clutch her body to him as he pushes himself deep within her. Sitting he pulls her onto his lap. Slowly she takes him inside of her, moaning and kissing him hard and feeling him so deep inside it almost hurts. It’s awkward at first to get a good rhythm, but when it happens her body instantly begins to tremble, his strong hands on her hips guiding her, her arms wrapped around him with her breasts rubbing against his chest.

Softly she murmurs, “I love you” into his ear. Her mind empty of thoughts other than the intensity of how much she wants to fulfill him. Arching into him as she feels his hands moving up her back, then massaging her breasts. She urges her body to move faster over his and the trembling in her legs increases each time he strokes her inside. She can’t concentrate on kissing him. Moaning softly as she feels it building inside of her, feeling him throbbing and knowing he is desperately trying to hold back and wait for her.

Then it hits, her entire body shuddering, his moans in her ear as he can finally let go. Feeling him push deep inside and his hands crush her body to his, loving the feeling of him shudder with each thrust into her as it passes over him. Then finally their eyes meeting, a wild look on each of their faces from the passion and their lips meeting for a long loving kiss. He brushes the hair from her face and whispers to his wife, “I love you too.”

They snuggle up on the blanket hidden there at the lake. “Do you think we should just sleep here tonight?” she whispers sleepily, her head resting on her husband’s chest. After a moment she slowly lifts her eyes up to see him sleeping and she pulls the blanket around them. With a smile she blows a kiss to the moon. One last kiss to the moon is her last thought as she drifts off to sleep.