spontaneity and intrigue of what would happen next kept me so alert, making every touch seem more intense.
When Marshall would stop kissing and feeling my breasts he’d slowly go down between my legs and insert his fingers into me. I was so wet and needy. Each movement or flicker of his strong big hands would give me small spasms of utter delight. Then he’d take his finger and slowly trace down my stomach, starting between my breasts and ending just above my hips, blowing on the slight dampness that came from my longing for him. It was so amazing and the change in my body temperature from those cool spots to the rest of me, which was so heated, aroused me further. He knew everything and was showing me things that I’d never thought possible. My body responded like I’d never thought it would.
I could feel Marshall’s erect penis pressed against my thigh as he worked his magic all over my skin. He was eager for me and I sensed it was time. He slowly went on top of me and stared down at me. I couldn’t take his eyes off of him as he slowly slid toward me, beginning to enter me and give me what I’d been longing for.
It’s hard to say what he saw in my eyes, but something immediately changed in Marshall’s. He sensed hesitation in me and despite my desires to have him inside of me I knew it wasn’t time. That voice of reason in the back of my head had won out.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do that yet,” I said, hoping Marshall wouldn’t be too ticked at me for seeming like nothing more than a tease in that moment.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Marshall whispered. “Please let me please you. I want to please you so badly, see that beautiful look in your fiery green eyes as you accept the pleasure I can give you.”
I smiled, encouraging Marshall. I did want this and somehow this was acceptable, even if he entering into me wasn’t at that moment.
Marshall’s lips slowly traveled down my stomach until he reached my loins. He gently grabbed my legs and put them up toward my chest, reaching down and accessing me in the most intimate place with such gentle intensity that I immediately responded, shuddering from a slight orgasm that he gave me with his tongue in a matter of a minute. It was incredible.
I lay there, unable to move and only able to enjoy everything that Marshall did to me at that moment. His tongue would harden and slide in and out of me, creating tingles from its presence inside of me. The next minute it would slide out and he’d aggressively lick me, making me want to scream out from the amazing feelings that it brought out in me.
He was so masterful, showing that he knew exactly how to reach a woman in her most intimate spots with every part of his body. As he kept going I couldn’t help but continue to release, having the final explosion when he slid his tongue into me once again, while sliding his fingers into me and wiggling it until I came so hard that I couldn’t even say another word.
“How do you feel?” Marshall asked, coming up to kiss me gently on the lips.
“I...I…wow,” was all I could get out. I’d just experienced something that I didn’t even know was possible. It was at such a higher physically intimate level than anything I’d ever experienced before.
“I’ll take that as a you feel great,” Marshall said tenderly, moving my tendrils of hair from my face and tucking them behind my ear. He looked so relaxed, happy, and content. It intrigued me, even at that moment of exhaustion, because he hadn’t expected anything from me. He had enjoyed giving me pleasure and that meant a lot. In that moment, my heart grew more attached to him once again. I didn’t understand how it could happen within the span of a week, but it had and I felt good about it.
“I’ve had a fantastic day. Thank you so much, Marshall. It’s really meant a lot,” I said.
“That’s good to hear because you deserve it. You’ve done so much for me,” Marshall said.
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