Passion released

He pressed her firmly against the wall, and she could feel desire rising through her body like an unstoppable tide. Tingling sensations spread over her skin, from between her legs, across her abdomen, and up her back in a whirlwind of pure pleasure. Her entire body transformed into a cloud of complete sexual sensation.

Just minutes earlier, all her senses had been separate, each working with its own purpose; at this moment, they had merged into a single entity that existed solely for her pleasure.

She wanted to bite his lip hard, simply because she could not contain her excitement. She liked that, unlike most men, he did not bury his lips or hands directly into her breasts. In a way, such behavior from men felt somewhat insulting to her, as if her breasts were all they desired and she herself was unimportant. He was different. He made her feel like he was with her as a whole, not just with parts of her body. And because of that, she wanted him even more. She wanted to taste him, his lips, his breath, until the fire within her exploded with full intensity, and the desire for him ignited her entire body. Then she would be ready to welcome him inside.

She felt his firm body pinning her against the wall and wished for a moment that he would rip her clothes off. But she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to play with him, to prolong the moment before their final union. She sensed that he was holding back, enjoying the desire that was already at its peak within him. 

The moment they stepped through the bedroom door, he pulled her close and she immediately felt the bulge in his pants. She liked it when he pressed against her like the embodiment of masculine pleasure, throbbing with intense desire for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Not just his lips and tongue, but somehow she absorbed his soul as well. A short sigh escaped her lips. His soft lips explored hers, their tongues feverishly seeking each other, exploring each other more intimately than words or hands could.

She wanted him inside her now, but she would prolong the moment until she was nearly exploding with anticipation. And then she would welcome him.

She wrapped her legs around him, he lifted her, and threw her onto the bed. She propped herself up in a semi-sitting position, and he immediately pressed his lips to hers. He pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere into the darkness of the bedroom. He feverishly tried to remove her shirt, but she teased him a bit and didn’t immediately raise her arms to help. Then she became afraid he might actually tear it off her and raised her arms. Besides, she wanted to feel his naked body against hers. Skin on skin. He pulled the shirt over her head and then held it there for a moment, making a sort of blindfold. He kissed her and then slid his tongue lower between her breasts. She sighed deeply and took off her shirt.

His hands traveled to her back and unclasped her bra, which soon joined the shirt on the floor. Now he couldn’t help but bury his face in her breasts. She enjoyed it, maybe not so much the touches and kisses but in knowing that he liked them. That he had lost his mind because of her. She didn’t have particularly large breasts; she always wished they were bigger, but he obviously liked them. And that was more than enough for her.

He gently bit her nipple, and she moaned from the mix of slight pain and pleasure. Her nipples were sensitive until she reached full arousal. At such an early stage, such a bite would have been painful, and she was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t this time. He cowered it with his warm tongue, then began to circle the nipple with the tip. A shiver ran through her body, and she pushed her breasts out a bit, somewhat surprised that his playing with her breasts pleased her so much. Usually it didn’t. He began to slide lower with his lips, and the tingling sensation moved from her upper body lower, first to her navel, then a bit lower.

He unfastened the button on her pants and, with his help, she managed to kick them to the floor. For a moment he rose above her and paused. In the dim light, she stared at his face and ran her hands over his chest. For a few moments, they just stared at each other, then he descended again with his lips to her breasts. He kissed her left nipple softly and then slid his tongue lower beneath the breast. He gently kissed the skin beneath her breasts, moving from left to right and back. With each movement to one side or the other, he lowered slightly, and the tingling from all over her body slowly began to focus around her clitoris. But he took his time. He played with her and began kissing the inner thighs. Once or twice, his tongue brushed lightly over her clitoris but did not linger. She burned with intense desire and just ached for his tongue to focus on her clitoris. But at the same time, she felt her arousal still rising, and she wished the feeling would never end. When she thought his tease might continue endlessly, he suddenly buried his face between her legs.

His tongue gently parted her labia, and although she tried to stifle a cry, it escaped her lips. He glided his tongue inside her labia, tasting her essence, occasionally lightly touching her clitoris, but still leaving it alone. Unnecessarily, as she was so aroused that he could go directly to it. But he only fueled her passion, which was already overflowing.

She wanted to grab his head and press it to her clitoris, but she let him tease her. This night will last forever. The dawn cannot destroy this much passion.

He pressed his tongue more firmly against her clitoris, and she immediately began moving her hips on his face, eager for sweet release. And that was an obvious sign for him. She was grateful that he was gliding his tongue over her skin, not directly on her clitoris, as it was usually too sensitive for direct contact. She cried out and held his head with her thighs. Despite that, his tongue continued to glide over her clitoris in a steady rhythm, writing invisible letters of passion until everything inside her shattered. Warmth spread from her head through her body, and an orgasmic energy exploded from her groin throughout her entire body. After a few seconds of orgasmic convulsions, she lay exhausted, and he knelt above her, watching her with a smile on his face.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, “I don’t know if I’ve ever come like that before.”

She pulled him onto her and kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips. Only after a minute did she realize she could feel his penis just below her abdomen, still hidden in his pants. She felt a tingle down there again. Now she wanted to feel him inside her.

Lazily, she started unfastening the button on his pants, but her hands were still shaking from the orgasm. He kissed her and waited patiently for her to succeed. Her fingers were clumsy, but he enjoyed feeling her fingers on his penis through his jeans. In silent patience, he waited for her to pull his pants down. She succeeded and her hand slid over his penis. For a brief moment, it took his breath away, and she felt his pelvic muscles tense, as if struck by electricity. She was a bit scared he might come, as she wanted him inside her before that happened.

He kicked off his pants, and she removed his boxers. She grasped his penis and pulled it towards her a few times. It wasn’t the biggest she had ever “known.” But even in the dark, she knew it was nice. She almost laughed, thinking that a penis somehow always reflects a man’s personality.

“Come closer,” she whispered, and for a moment, she saw the gleam of joy in his eyes. He climbed higher, so his penis slid past her breasts. He knelt, and she grabbed the base of his penis and lightly licked the underside of the head.

He threw his head back and groaned. She took him into her mouth and, in the dim light, watched as his chest moved with uncontrolled breathing. He couldn’t hold back and began thrusting into her, gently, carefully, and for a moment, it seemed like he was purposely holding back, as if afraid to hurt her. She knew too well that women are not as fragile as many men think, but she was still grateful for it.

She took his testicles in her hand and gently massaged them as he lightly penetrated her mouth. Then she felt him start to pull back slightly until he completely withdrew.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he whispered in her ear and kissed her.

With his lips, he kissed her neck again, sliding lower to her breasts, and this time the feeling was different. Earlier, passion had engulfed her like a storm; now her body was starting to awaken again, but more slowly and evenly. Wherever his kisses landed, desire for more arose.

She was sure he would stop at her breasts, but he continued sliding lower. For a moment, he looked at her and smiled slightly.

“If I enter you now, I won’t last long,” he said with a slightly dreamy voice.

Again, his tongue began its dance over her labia and clitoris, and once more cries began to escape her lips.

“Come inside me,” she suddenly yelled, “it doesn’t matter if you come right away, I want you inside me.”

He entered her and thrusted into her with full force. She could feel him inside her, penetrating deeply, a living extension of male sexuality. She didn’t even remember when she lifted her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to lift her slightly and penetrate even deeper. His hands grabbed her by the neck and squeezed slightly, while hers automatically traveled lower to her clitoris. He lifted her pubic bone slightly so she could reach it and began to masturbate with his penis inside her.

It took only a few moments for her to climax again. She pulled him towards her and pulled him inside her with a wild rhythm, then fell back, exhausted. “Fuck,” was all she managed to utter. He, too, lay on top of her, breathless, but still very hard inside her. “Can you give me a few moments?” she whispered, and he laughed. “As long as you need,” he said, completely leaning on her. She had never noticed before how handsome he was. Well, probably her view of his beauty was influenced by two orgasms.

She tightened her muscles around his penis, and made tiny movements with her pelvis. He chuckled. “Uh, this feels good,” he whispered and began to move slowly inside her. She felt a slight discomfort at first, which soon turned into pleasure. “Do you feel it?” she asked, tightening her vaginal muscles a few more times. He nodded, but she could already see in his eyes that he was being overcome by passion. She could almost feel his libido growing, knowing it would soon explode within his orgasm. And she almost couldn’t wait. “Take me from behind and come on me,” she whispered and gently pushed him away. She turned around and watched as he rose above her like a powerful pagan god of pleasure and entered her from behind. He was so hard she was sure it wouldn’t be long. And she knew he was trying to last as long as he could, but then she simply turned around. “Just come,” she almost begged him.

For a few moments, he increased the pace and thrust hard into her, then he groaned, and she felt his warm seed spill over her backside. He fell on her and they both collapsed on the bed. They lay there for quite a while; she, half-buried beneath him, listened to his deep breathing and feeling his heartbeat on her back.

After an exceptionally long and pleasant moment, he withdrew slightly, but she pulled him back to her. “Stay on me a little longer.” It was warm, and the fatigue she felt was so pleasant. Now time could stop, and she would spend an eternity this way.

She didn’t really remember how they ended up together in the hotel room. She had known him before and knew that he liked her, but she had never thought about him. He had always seemed too calm, almost without passion. A bit too… well, just a man who didn’t stand out in any particular way. In fact, he always seemed like someone pleasant to have around, but not enough to let him get close. How wrong she had been! Apparently, they were right, still waters run deep. He certainly went deep with her today. Far beyond the depthness of her body.

“Don’t be offended, but I didn’t know you could be so… full of life,” she told him, and he smiled. He laughed. “Don’t worry, I know how people see me.” She shook her head. “I don’t just mean that, and don’t get me wrong, it was phenomenal, but you were quite different at the party too. Much more… open. And relaxed.” He turned to her. “Want me to tell you a secret?” “Okay?” “Last time I was surfing on the web and found a rather unusual page.” He seemed a bit embarrassed, but he didn’t take his eyes off hers. “At first I thought it was a porn site but it wasn’t. I know it sounds silly, but they had all these articles about sex, and the human body. There were a lot of instructions …” He shrugged. She laughed. “Apparently, it taught you a thing or two.”

He hugged her and pressed his lips to hers. She was surprised by his gentle and at the same time passionate kiss. She felt deep inside her that sexual tigress, who had just woken up from a brief sleep. “When I read a bunch of stuff in there, I decided I wouldn’t just passively watch life go by,” he whispered. He turned towards her so their faces were only a few centimeters apart. “Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that when you woke up, you didn’t know what was real?” There was something so childishly charming about his face that she couldn’t help it. She leaned forward and kissed his nose. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Maybe…”

“Well,” he interrupted, “that’s how I feel now. Like I woke up from one reality into another. Actually, not even because of the webpage. Maybe it’s not even about the articles or the stories, but suddenly I became aware that I was dreaming and that it’s time for me to wake up.”

Her hands traveled over his belly, sliding over his hips and gently over his groin, which immediately became alert. “I know I’m not a gift from heaven for women,” he continued, his voice becoming quieter, somewhat dreamy. “No one is,” she interjected and began to play with his head, feeling it slowly grow in her hand. “I also know I’m not some playboy or anything like that.” “Mhm.” 

She didn’t even notice when his fingers moved down and began to play with her clitoris, but she did notice that the warmth from inside her was rising again towards her neck and nape. “But I have a lot of love inside me.” “A lot,” she whispered. “And I can offer it…” “Give it to me!” She lifted her legs over his hips. She was still all wet, and the head of his penis rested against her clitoris. She moved slightly and felt his penis swelling over her vagina. She threw her head back, and suddenly he slipped inside her. She grabbed his head and lifted it to her face. “Tell me,” she whispered in his ear, “what’s the name of the page?” “TrueLoveWhisper,” he moaned back.