nan_some-kind-of-bliss-14

SOME KIND OF BLISS by Nan <<< part 13

PART 14 - “I JUST WANT TO SIT HERE AND WATCH YOU UNDRESS” (Yes James, that is a PJ Harvey's quote. Do you like it? *cheeky grin*)

The moment the words are out of your mouth his lips are pressed against yours yet again, so strongly, so tightly and so passionately that you cannot hear yourself think, not that you’d want to, but you want to remember this, keep this night forever. As if he was reading your mind, James softens the kiss and you reach behind his head, stroking his hair and moaning your appreciation. When he begins to move away from you, you protest through groaning in displeasure. He plants one last soft kiss before rising from the sofa and moving over to the stereo, leaving you, well, all hot and bothered, but you can’t wait to see what is up next.
James turns back to face you just as the music starts to play. You don’t recognize it, but the jazzy melody washes over you. You try to get up, but James pushes you back gently. Ah, so you want to play this game again? you think as your hands reach for the zipper of his jeans. He pushes you away again. Still holding your hands in his, he kneels perfectly still on the floor between your feet as you slouch on the sofa. Then he places a hand on each of your thighs and begins to massage them. He wraps his hands around your legs a little tighter and keeps stroking up and down, only stopping at the hem of your dress which has by now ridden up to the middle of your thighs. He plays with the hem of your dress, pushing it back only a little and rubbing the skin hidden under the cloth with his thumbs.
You attempt to steady your breathing as you feel your insides begin to shake. You never knew you could be this excited – at least not when you haven't actually done anything yet. When his hands run up the length of your dress, rounding at your breasts, just barely touching your bare skin at the neckline. His hands move further down and you can only struggle to regain your composure as you clutch for the rough fabric of the sofa. You slowly begin to move your torso in time with his hands, pushing your chest out as his hands come up to cup your breasts again, your nipples straining for any bit of contact they can get.
He leans back again as he brings his hands down over your stomach and your outer thighs, your knees and down to your ankles. Gently, he lifts your foot from the floor and removes your shoe, careful not to break eye contact with you for more than a moment or two. He removes your other shoe in the same way, placing your foot back on the floor, but a little further apart than they were before.
Still holding your gaze, he pushes your skirt up to fully reveal your legs. "Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to touch you?" His voice is a hoarse whisper. Starting at your lower thigh he makes sure that he slides his fingertips over every inch of skin that is newly revealed to him...slowly and teasingly, his light caresses causing you to shiver.
Then he lowers his head and kisses each knee...he rests his hands on the inside of them as he eases them further apart and crawls in between them. Then he leans in and kisses your thighs. His mouth moves down to the inside of your thigh while his body is edging in even closely. He is sucking gently at your skin as he moves higher. "You are so soft," he murmurs against you.
You breathe in shallow gasps as his mouth slowly moves higher and higher on the insides of your thighs. James alternates between each leg, retreating and climbing up again, while his fingers run up your outer thighs and to your hips, where he either pushes you closer to him, or lightly plays with the elastic of your underwear. He rises up again and looks into your eyes. He brings his hands on the inside of your thighs now and gently pushes your legs apart as your mouth drops half open. Both his thumbs are resting just only millimetres of where you want them to be. He smiles softly at your frustration, and suddenly his thumb just barely rubs over the damp material of your knickers all the way up to your burning clitoris. He closes his eyes and lets the smell of your excitement wash from his nostrils over his entire body. He opens his eyes and licks his lips, then smiles lightly, letting you know he appreciates just how wet you are for him. You inhale sharply, spreading your legs even wider for him, as wide as you can in this position.
He starts to bend down, never taking his eyes from yours, and you watch as he places a slow kiss right between your legs, feeling like your breath has just been knocked out of you. You bite your lip and moan quietly at the gentle pressure of his kisses. You feel his staggered breath against your sensitive skin, his rugged stubble leaving pink marks of aggravation on your thighs.
To your surprise, he rises up again and a moment later his eyes are level with yours, and he begins to push the strap of your dress off your shoulders fiercely, trying not to rip it, but not really caring. His hand runs down your chest and rubs the now slightly loose fabric against your breasts and you whimper against it, pushing your chest further onto his hand as he cups one full breast into his hand.
James can't seem to help himself and he lens forward, kissing you passionately, but still not taking his hands from his task, moving them behind your back.
You unconsciously whine as he breaks from the kiss, pushing you back into the couch. He tugs at your dress as it stubbornly clings to your body.
"Zipper," he hisses in frustration. You arch your back trying to reach for it in the crumpled mess of fabric, but the bloody thing is stuck. "Let me try again," he says, reaching around your back. You twist your body slightly as he searches for it with some difficulty. Your soft giggle breaks into a laugh as he fights with the tiny zipper. He begins to laugh, "Foiled again! I can't believe this!"
"It does seem to have a mind of its own, doesn't it?" you says with an amused tone, "it's the chastity belt of the 21st century, baby!" With one last tug, the zipper finally relents. "There," he says victoriously. You can't do anything but smile at the triumphant grin he has plastered on his sweaty face.
The fabric finally slides over your curves, and you tighten your arms reflexively as your breasts are revealed to him. His eyes are hungry, only making your self-consciousness rise as you shift uncomfortably on the sofa. He kisses you tenderly.
"Don’t” he whispers against your lips before kissing you again. The takes your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours as he places your hands down at your sides.
Your lips tremble against his as his hands lightly cup your breasts, his fingers stroking you until you moan into his mouth. You slide your hands up his back, into his hair, you grab the back of his head, and pull him into the kiss, pushing your tongue fiercely into his mouth, completely overwhelmed by passion. James gasps, shocked, but at the same time thrilled by your aggression, he presses his body firmly against yours, the sensation of his broad chest on your breasts dissolving any last bit of hesitancy you bear. The material of his shirt is rough against your nipples, making them shrivel up and stand to attention even more – slightly painful, but wonderful. You press your body up and grab at his hips with your legs as your hands slide between you and start to unbutton his shirt before letting it fall discarded on the floor.
James rubs his nose to yours and grins. You run your hands over his muscular upper arms, and back up again, resting them on his shoulders, grinning back at him, before brushing them down over his chest, your fingers lightly being tickled by the soft hair on his chest.
You look up to see him staring at you, pleading with his hands on your hips gathering up the fabric of our crumpled dress. You lift your hips as he pulls the dress down and tosses it over his shoulder. Your laughing reduces to a smile and a sigh, as he looks you over. He sees the concerned look in your face and in a mock frown says:
"What are we going to do with you, ah?" You almost begin to apologize when he slides his hands from your breasts, over your stomach and down to your thighs, pulling you in closer.
"You’re so lovely, don’t you know that?" he says softly. You reach up with one hand and tenderly run your fingertips up and down his cheek. He smiles and turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand.
James’s hands come to rest on your hips as he looks up at you and then hooks his fingers under the elastic of your panties. You raise your hips, permitting him to remove the last of your clothing. You sit back, naked before him, but any speck of uneasiness you might have left is diminished and overpowered by your desire as he looks down at your sex and licks his lips. His hands creep up your stomach and find your breasts again. You moan and lean your head back as he caresses you slowly.
Then he leans forward and places a hungry kiss on your neck, groaning as you shudder when he rubs his thumbs over your taught nipples. He’s gently sucking at your skin and you know you’ll have a love bite there in the morning. As you’re contemplating this and very much enjoying the thought of being marked by him, you clutch at his soft hair as his lips run down your chest. You raise your head and watch as your nipple disappears into his mouth. Your back arches sharply at the wet, warm suction of his lips and mouth. "Mmmmm… harder…" you sigh, dropping your head back again as his tongue teases your nipple, his fingers torturing the other one.
His fingernails gently trace the curve of your stomach and hips as his mouth moves to your other breast. His hands rest on your hips for a moment, then slide towards your aching wetness. He lets his thumbs slide over your curls and over your wet lips. You arch your back further, as far as you can, and moan loudly, feeling his body shake against yours. He licks at your breast one last time before rising to find your eyes. He stares at you for several minutes and just when you feel yourself calming down again under his gaze, James circles his thumb around your bundle of nerves. You moan again, and an almost-pained look covers his face as he gasps.
"Wha-- What is it?" you whisper. You look down nervously. "Did… did I kick you or something?" you ask with a sheepish grin.
He smiles and places his forehead against yours, shaking his head. "No. I just realized how stupid I had been for letting you go before. And I know this sounds kinda petty, but knowing how beautiful you look when you're moaning...mmm"
You chuckle softly at his sweetness. He kisses you intently and presses his thumb into your wetness again... "You're so tender, so soft..." he keeps whispering in your ear, turning you on beyond belief and you sigh again. You gasp as his thumb barely makes contact, tantalisingly circling your clit. Your mouth drops open, and your lungs release a high-pitched sigh. His thumb makes slower, longer strokes around your clit and through your wet folds again and again, before he moves his index finger down to your opening, gently running the very tip of his finger in a circle to explore your warm pussy. He dartingly moves his hand to continue his ministrations on your clit with his thumb.
"Oh God," you sigh closing your eyes and leaning your head limply against his. You had spent a great amount of time imagining what this would feel like, but it could never compare to this. And you'd never imagine that there would be a man, who would so completely understand just where and how you wanted to be touched.
James kisses your lips sweetly before pulling away. He moves away from you, still kneeling. Your eyelids pop open as his touch ceases. You look down to see him staring up at you, his hands resting on the insides of your thighs. He presses your legs open, and you shudder again as his head moves between them. His eyes command yours to look at him as he places a kiss against your curls. And another. And another. He's being so soft, so tender, and you moan in frustration, wanting him to be more aggressive, but still wanting this to last. He backs off slightly and looks up. His gaze never leaves your eyes as his tongue extends, and he slowly licks your pink puffy flesh. You cry out as you watch and feel his hot, wet, hard tongue tease and arouse you.
Your body writhes with each caress of his tongue. He licks you with the same careful rhythm in which he’d touched you with his fingers before. He’s moaning in response to your whimpers and sighs, letting you know he’s enjoying the fact that you’re enjoying yourself. You press your hips forward as his tongue darts along your clit a little faster, but still not nearly fast enough… You reach out to the side and grab the couch, pushing your whole body forward and digging your fingers into the cushion. You bring your heels up and grind them into the edge of the couch.
James just doesn’t get tired, his tongue keeps lapping at your juices, the pleasure is building to the point of not wanting, but needing release. You suddenly grab his shoulder and push him away, breathing heavily and carelessly pressing your forehead to his as he looks up for an explanation. "What, what is it baby, did I hurt you?" he asks with concern.
You giggle "No, it's just that, well, I imagine that you are…well, you know, have quite a bit of stamina" you say through your quick breaths, "and I… well...don’t really, I imagine...I just don't want this to be over yet." He's still looking at you confused: "I feel outmatched," you whisper.
James rises and pushes you back. Hovering above you with a leer he says, "You have certain theories about me and my, um skills, don't you?” You nod, smiling.
You giggle as he inhales and quickly descends, his tongue finding your hot clit again. He pushes one of your legs wide as he pulls the other one over his shoulder, allowing his face to move in closer and closer as he moans against your sensitive flesh.
Your entire body goes limp, and you whimper at his ministrations "Ooohh...that feels so good...oh James…so good…" You toss your head from side to side in a constant daze, your hips trying to keep the rhythm with his tongue. You can feel your muscles begin to tighten with that familiar, delicious sensation that you've never felt with anyone else in your presence and its power overwhelms you.
James groans, knowing that you're approaching climax, and his attention narrows down to just your swollen, eager clit, his tongue pulling it up to the highest possible point that still secures your every comfort.
You can feel the orgasm coming closer, so close. You moan loudly as his tongue instantly matches the tempo of your hips, now working as fast as your body can manage. Every muscle in your body tenses as you anticipate what happens next. But it doesn't, not yet. James slows down slightly, letting you stay there in that place you have only felt momentarily up until now...on the edge. So close...God, so close…
You claw at the sofa cushions, desperate for release but loving the indescribable pleasure he is giving you, which is beyond anything you could imagine...hanging on the edge, sinking into it, swimming in ecstasy. Your breathing becomes even more shallow, and your body begins to tremble. Suddenly it all becomes unbearable, the pleasure is so high and without pinnacle. You gasp, "James, James please.. Please, please! Fuck, please...I can't…oh fuck!" your words disappear into a loud cry as he pushes his tongue inside of you and you cum in long, hard waves, his tongue expertly moving up inside of you, fucking you, The thrust of your hips, his moans responding to your body's fluid motion as you ride each wave as it washes through your exhausted and overwhelmed body.
Your hips crash back down and the fabric of the couch is sticking to your sweaty flesh, your mind and body are buzzing. Before you can fully open your eyes, his mouth is on yours, fierce and hungry. You whimper as he kisses you with a low growl in his throat before you even compose yourself enough to respond. He pulls back and touches your face slowly, while you’re fighting to remain still. He pushes strands that have stuck to your flushed face off, your skin and his glistening with sweat.
The shock from what he has done to you eventually wears off enough to allow you to form words again. You bite your lip and smile, saying, "Play fair."
"What?" he asks with a silly expression on his face.
"I’m naked. You are not,” you point out in a drawl, your voice delightfully low and sexy.
You can feel his desire seeping out of him and into you as the sweat of your two bodies mixes. He grins widely and kisses your mouth, your cheek, and then sucks at your earlobe. "Oh god." he sighs. He nibbles at the skin under your ear. "You are a bad little girl, aren't you?" he growls, "Am I going to regret getting into this, ha?" he says playfully.
You give him a soft, devilish giggle in response, his words igniting a spark inside you again, knowing that the intensity of lust and emotion between your body and his allows for anything and everything without shame or remorse.
You feel him smile against your neck. "I knew it!" he says. His raises his head so that his eyes are level with yours as he slowly and sensually rubs his nose against yours. Finally he gives in and kisses your lips and then prods them with his finger. "Now," he says, "perhaps we should go somewhere a little more comfortable? I have a distinct feeling you are going to wear me out!"
You giggle and add, "Well I'll do my best!" as James takes your hand and pulls you up. You can't believe how good stretching your muscles feel, so you stretch both your arms on either side of his head and pull him in.
"Oh, are you tired already?!?" he says, mocking disappointment.
"Mm, well, I am a little," you say as you let him lead you to the bedroom, opening the door for you before you go in before him, leaving James standing in the doorframe while you walk to the other side of the bed and turn on a tiny little lamp, which gives the room a nice, dusky feel. You lie down on your stomach across the neatly made bed, looking at James' face, then his chest and letting your eyes linger on the bulge in his jeans: "but mostly I'm just getting ready for more. And speaking of more...."
"Yes?" he says, raising his eyebrows.
"Undress for me."
He smiles devilishly, clearly enjoying your sass. He sits down next to you, bending down to remove his shoes and socks. Then he stands and slowly unfastens his jeans and slides them over his hips. He moves to get on the bed in his boxers, but you stop him, getting up to your knees and moving your hands to the waistband of his underwear, enjoying your power trip "Tut tut James, no underwear permitted in bed!" He giggles and quickly pushes his boxers off as you seductively lick your lips. He kicks his jeans and his boxers aside and falls to his knees on the bed, claiming your mouth in a fiery kiss immediately. You sigh as his tongue slides along yours, and your wrap your legs around his waist. He pushes forward, pressing his hard cock into you, the heat rising furiously between your bodies yet again.
His hands explore your back as his head moves to your ears, your neck and finally to your breast, suckling tenderly as you arch high off the mattress, stretching your arms above your head just to tease him. His hands squeeze at your hips, and you wrap your legs around his waist again, pulling him closer and feeling his cock bob against your entrance deliciously.
He moans and brings his head up, expressing his need for you against your flushed cheek in an extremely dark, husky voice that’s no louder than a whisper.
"Please," you whisper back. "Now." Your hunger for him to fill you is beyond thought, and you slide your legs off his back and spread them as wide as you can on either side of his.
James holds your face in his hand tenderly, looking deep into your eyes which mirror the brown warmth in his. And then he slides into you slowly, first just pushing in the head and then edging in slowly. You are both gasping at the moment of entrance. You let out a stuttered moan as his size stretches you.
"Oh god, I’m hurting you, aren’t I?" he asks in a trembling voice.
"Oh no," you whisper shaking your head, pulling him in for a soft kiss, "Ooh, James, please...don’t stop"
He groans and closes his eyes as he buries himself completely in your tight, wet opening inch by inch. Slowly, gradually, tantalisingly. You can feel your flesh tingle again as he hits rock bottom. He holds still for a moment, breathing heavily against your neck as his head drops down. He looks up at you when you start to move your hands over his tense back. You kiss those sweet lips and urge him to move. Then - so very slowly – he begins to move, sliding out and back in, halting for a moment and then continuing slowly and sensually. He almost stutters, "You...you're so...so tight…"
You turn your head and nibble at his earlobe, causing him to moan. You bend your knees and begin to rock your hips with him, grabbing at the small of his back as he pushes up on his arms, arching above you. His back is tense, covered in sweat, and the smell of him breaks down another boundary. Your body responds to his motion, his cock slides over and around that electric point inside you, and you cry out and throw your head back. You marvel at his beauty as you watch his body sway above you, his face expressing pleasure and passion. You feel a stint of pride knowing that you're making him feel this way. You run your hands up his torso, taking extra care to tease his firm nipples with your fingers.
James begins to circle his hips as he dives even deeper. He descends onto his elbows again and tangles his fingers in your hair. He sighs your name into your mouth as his hips start to move faster. "You feel so good."
You can’t help but whimper as he kisses you. He wets his lips with his tongue and then goes to tease your lips with its soft yet turgid tip. He encourages your tongue out of your mouth, the tips winding, circling each other, sucking and tasting. He starts to groan low in his chest as your hips grind together, your body beginning to tighten around him. "Yessss...tighter...god...mmmm"
Unintelligible mutterings escape your mouth when you feel another orgasm approaching like a tornado. He shifts his hips forward slightly, and his cock mercilessly stokes the fire burning all around that spot inside you.
"Aaaahhh....right there...right there..." you sigh against him, holding him even tighter, not wanting to lose that pleasure.
He holds his position, rocking back and forth steadily thrusting deeper and hotter, a groan punctuating every plunge into your wetness, the sound of it slick and sensual.
Suddenly, the something snaps inside and you cry out again as your muscles spasm around his cock, the intense pleasure going throughout your body as you buck against him still, riding your climax against his hips. A moment later, as you’re coming down from your orgasm you can feel him twitch and groan as he bites your shoulder lightly, grazing your skin, and at the same time feel him erupt inside you, his body shuddering as he repeatedly thrusts his orgasm into you, his mouth dropping open on your shoulder and his eyes shutting as his whole body spasms against you repeatedly.
He collapses, and you wind your arms around his trembling body, his face buried in your neck. You lay like that for some time, embraced and joined in silence, aside from heavy breathing. He then raises his head and looks into your eyes, lightly caressing your cheek, and playing with your hair. He kisses you slowly and tenderly – one of those kisses you can just feel yourself dissolve into. He smiles at your eyelids, which refuse to stay open, not to mention the newly developed complete inability to speak.
James rolls off you and reaches for the covers at the end of the bed, bringing them up over you. He lies at your side, pulling your body in close and nuzzling your hair. You rest your arm on his as it circles your waist and burrow into him as he brings his knees under yours. You sigh contentedly and drift off to sleep in his arms.

PART 15 >>>

<<< Nan’s stories