Free Love's Courage by Mokopi Shale Page B

centimetres at a time. Then she opens her thighs and climbs onto his lap to sit snugly, crotch to crotch. She places her hands on either side of his face, lifts his mouth to hers and begins to gently touch, sip, lick and suck his lips, while softly thrusting against him . . . He runs his hands up her thighs to her hips, around to her shapely bottom, and pulls her even closer. He reaches up his right hand to grab her head and stop her teasing, then pulls her head closer so that he can plunder the treasure that is her mouth . . . Their duelling tongues are a portent of what their bodies would rather be doing.
    Kenneth grabs hold of her dress, pulls it roughly over her head and takes his fill of her body . . . Her creamy, smooth caramel skin stretches from neck and shoulders to a full and buxom chest with dark chocolate-tipped, firm and perky breasts that he reaches out to measure. They overflow his large hands and he rubs them gently, causing her to arch her back and throw back her neck, thereby thrusting her hips even closer to his pulsating manhood. They both gasp and flinch with desire at the contact.
    His hands continue their journey down her torso which dips sharply into a tiny waist, a flat and firm stomach with a dusting of dark hair that starts at her belly button and disappears below the edge of her pink silk G-string. He runs his hands down her sides, pulling her closer, arching her back so that he can take her puckered nipples into his mouth . . . He first sucks and then licks. Then he begins to alternate rhythmically while moving her in a circular motion on his lap, causing her to whimper, tremble and gasp. He releases her nipples and travels up her long, graceful neck, all the way up to her mouth. He kisses her so deeply that it becomes unclear to them where he begins and she ends.
    Suddenly Lesego breaks free, steps off his lap and pulls him up to stand. She undoes his belt and pants, then pulls them off his hips. They fall to the floor and he kicks them off. Only now she realises that he doesn’t wear underpants; she moans as desire floods her . . . She studies him as closely as he studied her, running her hands over his beautiful chest, down the fine dusting of coarse hair that covers his breast plate and charts a course to his hefty crotch. She licks her lips at the sight of his tumescent rod, reaches out her hand to take the velvety hardness into her hand and rub and measure it, making him thrust forward involuntarily and groan.
    Not able to stand any more, he pulls her powerfully closer, picks her up, wraps her legs around his waist and pulls her head down to kiss deeply . . . He turns them and lies them down on the bed where he spreads her thighs and climbs in between them, lying down on top of her – chest to chest, crotch to crotch. They taste each other, delving into each other’s mouths, their tongues still duelling each other. He grabs her thigh and lifts her leg high up on his back, opening her even more to his massive, hard, throbbing shaft with its hot, smooth tip right at the entrance to her weeping feminine core. He thrusts forward, pushing her silky panties into her throbbing passage. She involuntarily spreads her thighs wider by lifting her legs still higher up his back, pushing his manhood even deeper into her while whimpering with desire.
    Lesego reaches down to take Kenneth’s organ into her hand and stroke it. She is overcome with the need to take his velvety, hot smoothness into her mouth and feel him pulse with desire, to taste his essence as it seeps out. She pushes at him and when he falls onto his back, she scoots down his body. He grabs hold of her arm to stop her, almost in a panic.
    â€œPlease, Lesego. I don’t think I could take that,” he mutters desperately.
    â€œI need to taste you,” she says, licking her lips. “I want to, I need to; please let me,” she whispers urgently.
    â€œOooohhh GOD!” he exclaims. “You’re killing me