It was a long evening and my phone sex lover and I had a very riveting conversation. Tonight we decided to role-play making love for the first time. It all began while we were discussing a friend’s wedding. We decided to slip away and go up the stairs to the blissful peace that awaited us there.
“I want to fuck you Caroline,” Alan said. I stepped into his arms and our mouths joined in a trembling kiss, which sent shivers down my spine. He began to undress me quickly, too eager to waste precious minutes in disrobing slowly. He dispatched his own clothes with shocking haste and then he began to lift me up against his hard lean body. Alan began to luxuriate in the warm responsiveness of my curves. My hands drifted lazily across the rippling muscles that spread over his back, and my eyes began to wander to his pelvis and buttocks. His cock rose like an ivory pillar from the tangled nest at the juncture of his thighs. I stared at his intoxicating beauty, while falling into his arms deeper. My long hair cascaded down my back like an exotic waterfall, so golden and shiny it rivaled the brightest sunset. Alan sank deeper onto the bed while he played with my lips, licking, nibbling, outlining the full contours with his tongue, and then he dipped into the wet heat of my mouth. Caresses began to follow kisses, as they drifted from my shoulder to my swollen breasts. The friction of his fingers played over one nipple while his tongue matched the moist lush lapping on the other nipple. Intense pleasure sent a coil of splendid rapture spiraling through my body, flooding my pussy with liquid anticipation. I moved against this swollen heat, seeking an end to the sweet torture he was creating in me.
His hands slid over my belly and down my legs, discovering the secret wet places he had made, causing me to shiver and writhe with tormenting pleasure. My legs fell open, welcoming him as I slid down to find the hot core of his rigid shaft. He caressed me with his hands, mouth and tongue relentlessly as he stabbed his shaft repeatedly into my molten core. My fingers dug grooves into the hard flesh of his shoulders as a velvety whisper of a moan drifted past my lips. My passionate cries soon turned into a wail of rapture as bliss seized me and dissolved into a blinding release of heat and pleasure. Then Alan arched above me, and came hard inside of me as my body tightened and quickened again with escalating pleasure as he lifted me off the bed in rapture. My body burned harder and brighter until I came a second, and then a third time. Needless to say, it was a night to remember. If you would like to know more about this story, or you would like to create one of your own, then call me and lets have some fun.
