Kissed Under the Moonlight . . . Part I
Last night was an amazing night. It is something that has burned itself into my mind--something that I will never forget. It was a magical experience, and it was truly the first time that I ever made love. It left me breathless and wanting for more; I could feel myself pulling towards him again but I collapsed and everything was just black...
The skies were dark and already stars began to show themselves. The moon lit the night sky, like it was the only thing that could bring some form of light back to the world. Nontheless, it was a beautifl night but instead of enjoying the nice, cold, crisp air of a calm winter's night, I came home with a painful headache. The blood throbbing against my temple lobes as if it wanted to excret itself and make a big giant pool just to ease my pain. It wasn't a feeling that I most enjoyed. It was something that I wanted gone and I wanted to rid of it. With today's acfivities, and the fact that I didn't take a shower yesterday, I decided that when I see him, we would take one together. As I thought this, I walked in to the room and kissed him. I grabbed my towel and he followed me in to the bathroom where he lightly kissed me on the lips--oh-so-tenderly--and then kissed me upon my forehead. I slowly stripped myself of the clothes that I had worn through the long day and soon, he followed. As I turned the shower on, letting it run and listening intently to the water hitting the tub, he came from behind and kissed me softly on my neck and down my spine. This brought the hair on my body jolting upwards, goose bumps already forming around my body. It was the most sensitive spot on my body that I had no control over, and he knew this. Just as he finished I turned my naked body, facing his own nakedness and gave him a deep, wet kiss. I parted my lips and licked his lips before slipping it in to his mouth. I explored the inside of his mouth, and then his tongue hit mine and it was like we were having a tongue-war. He then slightly sucked on my tongue and I parted myself away from him, gasping for a breath of air.
I placed a smile on my face and got in to the shower, and again, he followed me. The warm water washed itself over me, as if it was a source of power that could make me shine. Before I knew it, he had the bar of soap in his hand--Irish Spring. He slowly massaged it on to my body, starting with my stomach and going under my arms. He then slowly massaged it around the outside of my left breast and slowly brought it to the nipple. As he did this, he pinched my right nipple, and I let out a slight moan. He grinned, knowing that I was indeed enjoying this very moment. He did the same to my right breast, and my left nipple. Slowly massaging the outside and then bringing it to my nipple, making sure that they were hard and erect. His hand slowly found its way down to my crotch. He massaged it softly with the bar of soap and then slowly, very slowly, with a finger he started a flicking motion just right over my clit. It felt like a strong, electric surge went through me and I fell foward, leaning against his body. He brought his lips to my neck and brought his lips upon me softly. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and pulled him closer to me and it was then that he started nibbling on me. This sent another shock through me and I almost collapsed. It was too much--and he knew this. He stopped playing with my clit, and slipped both his fingers inside of me. I let out a moan and he whispered softly in to my ear, wanting me to come for him.
I placed my right hand around his penis, and slowly jerked it in and out. He too let out a moan as he still had his fingers inside of me. I took both his balls in to my hand and I rubbed them ever so slightly, and he shuddered as I wanted him to. Soon, he had a raging hard on and I wanted it inside of me; wanted it so badly. I jerked him faster, and harder, and enjoyed the sexual noises he was making. He took both his fingers out and took a hold of my head with hands on either side and pulled me to him. Our lips locked and the passion, the lust rode us as he moaned through the kisses.
We both got out and moved in to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed and spread myself wide open to him, an invitation for him to finish what he had started. He obliged willingly and came at me, full force, with a finger inside of me. As he did this, I convulsed and knew that I was going to reach my climax soon. Oh, it didn't take much for me to reach my climax--especially if you knew where to hit and he knew. He knew where my g-spot hid itself and he pressed against it again and again, and soon, I let out a scream. He didn't stop though, he kept on going and I orgasemed again and again. The next one happened quicker then the last and I was aout to black out but refused to give in to it. I still wanted him inside of me, I still wanted to make him come and hear him scream as he orgasmed.
As he took his finger out I kissed him deeply, showing appreciation that I enjoyed what he did and smirked, letting him know what I was about to do. I lightly kissed his neck and made my way down his torso to what was pointing upwards. I placed a light kiss upon it and watched him roll his eyes back. I then placed just the head of his raging, hard penis in my mouth and sucked on it light while placing a hand on the shaft of it. I slowly jerked him up and down, and suck on the head as he threw his head back. He moaned softly, and soon it got louder as I placed my tongue on the head and sucked him harder as I jerked him harder and faster simultaneously. He then let out a scream of, "I'm coming!"
I felt his body jerk beneath me and his juices squirting itself inside my mouth. I was never a swallower; maybe it was the taste or the texture but either way, I let it slowly dribble down my face and I wiped myself clean. I smiled and he sat up for a kiss. Oh, did we kiss; it was one of those breath taking kisses that leaves you light headed and that's just how I felt.
He pulled away, and went down on me aggresively. He licked all of me down there, before hitting that one spot that sent me off the bed. I raised my hips up higher to meet his skillful tongue. I thrusted myself towards him, wanting him inside already but I knew that I would have to wait. God, did I want him inside of me already. I knew I was getting wetter by the second and I coarsely said through all my heavy breathing, "Oh, I'm going to come soon."
As soon as he heard these string of words, he flicked his tongue faster and faster, I replied back with loud moans, heavy breathing and gasps of air. God, I was breathing so hard, and I just wanted him inside of me. I thrusted my hips back and forth, and he kept along with me, flicking his tongue faster and faster until finally, I reached my climax and orgasmed. I could feel myself tighten, the muscles reacting to the insane amount of pleasure that I was having. His lips parted me down there and came towards me. I took him in--I took myself in--and we kissed again, deeply.
I took his erect penis in my hand and stroked him gently, and as soon as he began to moan, I turned to my side and he entered inside of me. I gasped, as the walls of my insides hugged every inch of him as he slipped in. He started to move it in and out, slowly at first and every time he did it, I let out a moan. He whispered in my ear of dirty little things, and said in a hoarse tone that he loved how tight I was. God, was I so very tight. I hugged all of him, even as he started thrusting inside of me faster, and harder. He placed his hand on my waist to motion me to meet him as he thursted inward and my body listened, intently. I did as it wished and oh god... it left me breathless as I convulsed and met my orgasm yet again. We were breathing hard, fighting to catch breath but our bodies wanted more and I knew we didn't want to stop--I didn't want to stop.
I flipped around and he laid on his back. I sat upon him, taking him slowly, teasing him gently of the great things that I would do. I then took him all inside of me with one good, big thurst and he threw his head back. It was then that I swore I was glowing--that we were glowing and I enjoyed ever minute of it. I thrusted my hips, feeling him inside of me, hitting that single spot that would send me into ograsm again. I didn't stop, nor did he and he met with every single thrust. Our pounding bodies, a beat to a sensual song. So heavy, so ready, so wet...
I felt like we were going on forever and I had already oragsmed more then four times. God, was he ever so large inside of me; my all still hugging him even though I was drenching wet. I kissed him deeply while still moving my hips and slowly went my way to his neck, kissing him softly and then taking small bits of his flesh in my mouth and sucking on it--biting on it softly. It felt so good and I knew he was going to come. He took held of my hips with hands on either side and started to move me quicker, faster. I could feel him touch the very tip of me. Oh god, he was so deep inside of me and I could feel him hitting the very tip... it was painful yet so pleasurable and it rode me--it rode us. He was pounding against me so deeply and I reached my orgasm again, my muscles tightening around him and he then came. I collapsed on top of him and smiled to myself.
A sweet, pleasant smile...
Our song stopped... and I looked out the window: the moon was glowing with us. We didn't stop glowing and it hadn't yet faided away. We kissed again, softly, tenderly, gently.
God, will I remember this one single moment, this one single night where I truly made love. I truly indeed made love and it feelt joyous--wonderful.
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I am still floating on clouds and the smell of sex is still upon me. I cannot wait until we do it again.