....Gently Please (Part 3)

"It's okay, my precious love, you can say it back," you tell me gently.1

Without missing a beat, I tell you how much I want you, too. And your fingers are again tracing rings around my nipples, making sure I don't get bored. I sigh with desire. You reach for a bottle of chocolate body paint and begin to paint designs on my lower thighs- the upper part is still covered with my slip, although you quickly fix that. You pull it all the way up to just below my breasts. I have a lacy black panty on under it, however.2

You groan- "more clothes... that's my bad girl," and you give me another gentle tush slap. You paint all over me, then gently... slowly... deliberately lick it all away. I'm almost melting with need by the time you finish. I can't help the whimper that escapes my parted lips.3

"Hush, sexy one. You'll get yours," you tell me as you slap me again, ever so gently. I wriggle a bit, not being able to stand it. You pull my slip the rest of the way up.4

Suddenly, I feel something soft and tickly on my side, my stomach, my other side, my breasts. I writhe with the sensations that it creates. Another gentle smack tells me to be still or else. You put the feather down. And then your lips are on mine in a passionate kiss. Then, they are suddenly on my breasts, licking rings around my nipples. I can't help it, I writhe and squirm, I can't stand the desire, the want, the need for you. I want you so badly I can no longer stand it.5

You seem to understand, and clamp your mouth on my nipples each in turn, sucking and licking them, gently, but roughly enough to keep me excited. I long to hold you, to run my fingers through your hair as you do this- I ask you, and you untie my hands.6

And I hold on to you so tightly as your mouth moves on my chest. You reach up occasionally and kiss my lips. You stop for breath for a moment, and in that moment I hold your head to my chest and you tell me you can hear my heart pounding.7

You ask if I'm okay, and I say I am, but I don't want to be tied up anymore-I like holding you too much. You tell me you like it a lot, too. You gently lick each nipple once more, and then, you take my hand and move it down to your special area. I notice that you have removed your boxers. You tell me how much I turn you on, and how badly you need it. I'm happy to oblige, although you stop me before I get too close. I give you a puzzled look, but you kiss it away...8

"Have I told you that I love the feel of your rock hard dick in my hand... it's so wonderful," I say.9

(It makes me just want that much more from you. I feel your soft, gentle hands following the curves of my body ever downward. Before you reach your destination, I ask you to untie my feet- I'd rather be free for this.)10

You say "okay," and you take my panty off, too.11

The next thing I know, I'm completely buried in your arms, your lips on mine, ever gently. I feel your hand touching me down there. I hear your breath intake as you discover and whisper how hot and wet my pussy is, and how much you like it. You rip off my blindfold and kiss my eyes. I find your dick and give it a gentle squeeze. You shudder, and your breathing becomes shallow for a moment. You start in really fast and hard on my clit for a moment, and I jump. You kiss me again, and you can tell I'm beginning to get close. You use my hand to massage you again for a split second. Then, you lay me down on my back and part my legs. I breathe deep and close my eyes, waiting... anticipating... and I can feel your dick within me, trying to get in... it's so tight.12

You kiss me and stroke my hair, telling me to just relax and it will be okay. You keep gently pushing, trying. Finally, you are able to push your way all the way. I cry out....13