wicked wednesday

My Kitten.


I came out the bathroom after my shower and was confronted by a truly devein sight. My Kitten sprawled out on the bed, naked as the day she was born. Her skin pale skin, with faint tan lines from a few stolen moments of sunbathing at the side of the pool, between swimming her laps. He straight blond hair is slung over her shoulder, with stray strand falling around her face, framing it in the early evening light. Soft blue green eyes, high cheek bones, and obscenely full lips, that beg to be kissed. Laying on her belly, her long legs are stretched out, they led to her small Bert bum, and I can just make out the lips of her sex. Then my eyes settle on the tribble shield tattoo on her back, then travel up to her shoulder and neck, that I want to sink my teeth in to.
I say my kitten, but I don’t own her. Kitten is the pet name I gave her at university. Not because she is cat like or in to kitten play. No, it came about as she mews and purrs when she is about to cum. Going down on kitten is one of my favourite pass times, for so many reasons. She tastes sweet and slightly salty, with a musky depth that is simply intoxicating. She lets you know if on the right track by tiny movements, groans, and moans. She runs her hand through your hair to gently move closer to her sweet spot. If I kneel on the floor and she is laying on the bed she has a habit of running her feet up and down my back. When she is close to coming she will use both her hand to firmly push your face and tongue deeper. Then she will explode, covering your face in her juices and screaming out your name.
Her skills at making me cum, well dear god! She does not really do domination, but she does do dominating me when it comes to sex. She will quit often tell me how to touch myself when I masturbate, and that will always involve edging me to the point of coming and then backing off again, repeatedly. When she goes down on me, she uses gentle force. She will make me keep my hands on the bed, which is pure torture to someone who loves touching people. She is also a lover of rigging, not being tied up, but doing the tying. Even better when she the Hitachi in her hands, a gag in my mouth and that wicked little glint in those pretty eyes! But she is very in tune with my body, I guess it’s from knowing each other for such a great length of time. She knows how much pressure I can take, when I’m getting to the point of squirting and when I need her to back off a little.
Back in the here and now of the bedroom, she is still stretched out on the bed, like an open invitation to misbehave. Grinning to myself, a plan comes in to my head. As quietly as I can, I creep up to the bed, get on to me knees as I reach the foot of the bed. Then I slowly run a finger up and down the sole of her foot, raising myself up to kiss her toes, running my tongue up over bridge, and then placing hot little butterfly kisses over her heals and ankles, working my way up her slender legs. She squeaked a little and first, but now she is sighing and shuddering a little, with each kiss. Taking my time, I make my way up past her calves, up to thighs and then finally to her bottom. Using my hands to rub and massage her muscles, trailing my nipples and damp hair in the wake of the kisses.
I have reached her pussy and I can she she is excited, by the few speaks of moisture on her lips. Using my hands gently I push he legs apart and her bum up, so I can cruel under her. taking the hint, she rises on her knees and then straddles my face, allowing me full access to her pussy and clit. She sits, leaning forward and taking her weight on her arms a little. I spend the next 10 fucking her with my fingers and tongue, as she rocks her hips slightly. When the pitch and tone of cries changes, I take it as a signal to ruin her. Sucking hard on her clit and ramming 4 fingers in to her.
In her ruin, she is beautiful, even more than she is usually. It is total and absolute. She shudders for long minutes and meows my name. It is almost too much for me, but I can stop myself from Cumming, just. Rolling over on to her back and grabbing me by hair and pulling up for a kiss. Knowing she can taste her self on my lips is almost to much for me, again. Knowing I’m not allowed to cum without asking first, she scoots behind me and we spoon and drift off to sleep, and dreams of doing this again, with people watching next time.

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