Erotic Story:
Waking up to love
He closed the door carefully, trying not to look at his hands that were trembling slightly for what was about to happen in that moment. He turned around to find her standing beside him, her hands entwined between hers like their legs, looking around with flushed cheeks. Sometimes her eyes would search for him and then shyly turn away.
He took a few steps towards her, controlling his body language because he didn't want to scare her at that moment. He raised his hand to caress her cheek and felt the warmth of her nervousness. He enjoyed how she inclined her head towards his hand, closing her eyes, inviting him with her slightly open mouth to wake up to love between them.
He was touched by her gesture because despite it, he knew her hands were trembling like a leaf and wanted to calm her down the only way he could. So he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, a soft caress that startled her before preparing for the next one. And the next one... Furtive and rapid kisses succeeded between the couple as their hearts beat in unison and their nerves gave way to the passion of their bodies and feelings.
He started to unbutton her dress and slide down the zipper, leaving more and more of her skin exposed with each passing moment. He felt like giving her a turn and kissing her at all those points. Instead, he slid the dress over her shoulders and arms, letting it continue its path downwards and leave her naked beside him.
He stepped back from her lips, wanting to look at her but couldn't take a step back when she came closer to him, seeking his protection, too exposed for his comfort in that moment.
He noticed her attempts to undo the buttons of his shirt collar, how her trembling hands struggled with it and that gesture that usually made her bite her tongue when focusing on one thing.
He waited patiently for the last button to come undone. teasing her arms and producing discharges in her body as he approached the most erogenous points that he was discovering. He ended up taking her hands and placing them where she didn't dare to, letting her shirt come undone from his movement to keep her company with the dress. With both hands, he cradled her face and covered it with a new batch of kisses that were dying to taste those lips and rosy skin again. She was as sweet as honey; her moans an angelic music, and her touch, those hands that feared touching her but caressed her more bravely each time, began to excite him. He gently pushed her towards the center of the room, shedding the bra that remained on the path, and without letting go of her, he carefully laid her down on the bed, always by her side, his eyes fixed on hers so she could lean on him. He continued showering her with kisses all over her body, descending from the neck to the shoulders before returning to the center and continuing downward to her breasts, taking them in his hands and tracing their contours with his lips until reaching the very tip, these becoming hard and inflamed by the attentions he lavished upon her. He perceived her attempts to remain still but knew that her body was reacting, and a part of her sought relief for this need that overwhelmed her, for this humidity seeping through her. He continued on his way, intertwining their hands as they reached a yet protected zone. He kissed her without demanding anything from her and returned above, placing his body over hers without putting all his weight but enough to feel how she was being caressed by him. Both bodies were igniting together, pouring the passion of their love into their kisses, caresses, and demonstrations of affection that drove them to want more. He stepped back for a moment, removing his pants and underwear while gazing at her, his hands covering his face so he wouldn't see how she was looking at him and losing himself in the intensity and pride with What he was doing.
She felt the tips of his fingers and jumped startled by that contact with a slight shivering cry that he hastened to calm with the most beautiful words his ears had ever heard. Slowly his fingers separated to capture the intense gaze he was giving her, his hands beginning to move upwards creating waves as they passed, playing with a tingling sensation that was becoming addictive.
He reached the waistband of her panties and kissed them again before taking charge of making them disappear, leaving her without the last piece that separated them.
He positioned himself beside her, separating his hands to meet their humid eyes and kissed them, drinking in her tears of nervousness, letting her know he was there for her. He searched for her trembling lips and drew her into the spiral of pleasure they could offer her while his hands explored her femininity more closely. In the moment when one of his fingers, bold this, delved into that place, seeking a point already inflamed, her head fell back, letting herself be carried away to another place where colors shone and her body felt heavy enough to move. She no longer noticed his hand caressing her, yet she knew he was there, providing her with a delight she had never experienced before.
What are you doing to me? she whispered. He leaned towards her earlobe and kissed it, caressing it with his tongue.
I love you...
He urged her to open her legs and positioned himself between them, his hands searching for hers so that she could feel a part already prepared for the climax. He withdrew them hastily when he noticed her, and he laughed at her boldness. He tried again, and this time her unease made him follow the contours of that part of him that burned with desire to make it his own. He remained silent and still while she satisfied her curiosity by observing how she slightly incorporated herself to see him and went Being more audacious, seeking to provide her with delight with her touch.
When he couldn't take it anymore, he threw her onto the bed, flexing his legs and positioning his center on hers, both of them together and predisposed, their eyes not abandoned by him, pushing slowly as if it were a soft and joyful caress that drew out moans and a smile of satisfaction from her lips.
He continued advancing, fearing the moment when pleasure would turn into pain and those eyes that now looked at him would dim with intense brilliance. He felt a pang in his heart upon being aware of this and stopped to comb through her hair, giving her small kisses all over her face, calming the crying she left flowing through her closed eyes until she opened them and, despite having lost their luster, the smile that delighted her brought her what was missing.
He rewarded her with a gentle movement, soft and paused impulses, waiting for her to get used to his intrusion, his advance and retreat. Once. Twice. Thrice... The union between both of them, physical and mental, their joy in that moment, catapulting them to a paradise where only two lovers could attend, ended the resistance of their bodies, fusing them into one being full of love and sensuality. The one they had created.
Author: Encarni Arcoya
Waking up to love
He closed the door carefully, trying not to look at his hands that were trembling slightly for what was about to happen in that moment. He turned around to find her standing beside him, her hands entwined between hers like their legs, looking around with flushed cheeks. Sometimes her eyes would search for him and then shyly turn away.
He took a few steps towards her, controlling his body language because he didn't want to scare her at that moment. He raised his hand to caress her cheek and felt the warmth of her nervousness. He enjoyed how she inclined her head towards his hand, closing her eyes, inviting him with her slightly open mouth to wake up to love between them.
He was touched by her gesture because despite it, he knew her hands were trembling like a leaf and wanted to calm her down the only way he could. So he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, a soft caress that startled her before preparing for the next one. And the next one... Furtive and rapid kisses succeeded between the couple as their hearts beat in unison and their nerves gave way to the passion of their bodies and feelings.
He started to unbutton her dress and slide down the zipper, leaving more and more of her skin exposed with each passing moment. He felt like giving her a turn and kissing her at all those points. Instead, he slid the dress over her shoulders and arms, letting it continue its path downwards and leave her naked beside him.
He stepped back from her lips, wanting to look at her but couldn't take a step back when she came closer to him, seeking his protection, too exposed for his comfort in that moment.
He noticed her attempts to undo the buttons of his shirt collar, how her trembling hands struggled with it and that gesture that usually made her bite her tongue when focusing on one thing.
He waited patiently for the last button to come undone. teasing her arms and producing discharges in her body as he approached the most erogenous points that he was discovering. He ended up taking her hands and placing them where she didn't dare to, letting her shirt come undone from his movement to keep her company with the dress. With both hands, he cradled her face and covered it with a new batch of kisses that were dying to taste those lips and rosy skin again. She was as sweet as honey; her moans an angelic music, and her touch, those hands that feared touching her but caressed her more bravely each time, began to excite him. He gently pushed her towards the center of the room, shedding the bra that remained on the path, and without letting go of her, he carefully laid her down on the bed, always by her side, his eyes fixed on hers so she could lean on him. He continued showering her with kisses all over her body, descending from the neck to the shoulders before returning to the center and continuing downward to her breasts, taking them in his hands and tracing their contours with his lips until reaching the very tip, these becoming hard and inflamed by the attentions he lavished upon her. He perceived her attempts to remain still but knew that her body was reacting, and a part of her sought relief for this need that overwhelmed her, for this humidity seeping through her. He continued on his way, intertwining their hands as they reached a yet protected zone. He kissed her without demanding anything from her and returned above, placing his body over hers without putting all his weight but enough to feel how she was being caressed by him. Both bodies were igniting together, pouring the passion of their love into their kisses, caresses, and demonstrations of affection that drove them to want more. He stepped back for a moment, removing his pants and underwear while gazing at her, his hands covering his face so he wouldn't see how she was looking at him and losing himself in the intensity and pride with What he was doing.
She felt the tips of his fingers and jumped startled by that contact with a slight shivering cry that he hastened to calm with the most beautiful words his ears had ever heard. Slowly his fingers separated to capture the intense gaze he was giving her, his hands beginning to move upwards creating waves as they passed, playing with a tingling sensation that was becoming addictive.
He reached the waistband of her panties and kissed them again before taking charge of making them disappear, leaving her without the last piece that separated them.
He positioned himself beside her, separating his hands to meet their humid eyes and kissed them, drinking in her tears of nervousness, letting her know he was there for her. He searched for her trembling lips and drew her into the spiral of pleasure they could offer her while his hands explored her femininity more closely. In the moment when one of his fingers, bold this, delved into that place, seeking a point already inflamed, her head fell back, letting herself be carried away to another place where colors shone and her body felt heavy enough to move. She no longer noticed his hand caressing her, yet she knew he was there, providing her with a delight she had never experienced before.
What are you doing to me? she whispered. He leaned towards her earlobe and kissed it, caressing it with his tongue.
I love you...
He urged her to open her legs and positioned himself between them, his hands searching for hers so that she could feel a part already prepared for the climax. He withdrew them hastily when he noticed her, and he laughed at her boldness. He tried again, and this time her unease made him follow the contours of that part of him that burned with desire to make it his own. He remained silent and still while she satisfied her curiosity by observing how she slightly incorporated herself to see him and went Being more audacious, seeking to provide her with delight with her touch.
When he couldn't take it anymore, he threw her onto the bed, flexing his legs and positioning his center on hers, both of them together and predisposed, their eyes not abandoned by him, pushing slowly as if it were a soft and joyful caress that drew out moans and a smile of satisfaction from her lips.
He continued advancing, fearing the moment when pleasure would turn into pain and those eyes that now looked at him would dim with intense brilliance. He felt a pang in his heart upon being aware of this and stopped to comb through her hair, giving her small kisses all over her face, calming the crying she left flowing through her closed eyes until she opened them and, despite having lost their luster, the smile that delighted her brought her what was missing.
He rewarded her with a gentle movement, soft and paused impulses, waiting for her to get used to his intrusion, his advance and retreat. Once. Twice. Thrice... The union between both of them, physical and mental, their joy in that moment, catapulting them to a paradise where only two lovers could attend, ended the resistance of their bodies, fusing them into one being full of love and sensuality. The one they had created.
Author: Encarni Arcoya
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