Kate misses out on her walk
This is the next fictional adventure between Kate and Mr. Jones.
NB: Mills & Boon-level romantic sex, rather than hardcore filth. (The latter will be in other posts... 😉 )
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Jones was over the moon.
It had been more than a week since he'd last seen Kate, and now he had her to himself for a whole day.
They had made love twice already. The first was within seconds of her knocking on the door. They'd barely said "hello" to each other before their mouths were locked together. A moment later they were in bed. It was hot, hard and short, but still passionate. He recalled her joking afterwards that, "... if this is the way you greet people who knock on your door, Mormons and charity collectors are in for a shock..."
The second time was last night, after a bottle and a half of the local wine. They took it slower this time, savouring each moment and exploring each others bodies more completely, before ending up contented and sleepy.
Now the morning sun was snaking its way around the edges of the Roman blinds. Jones lay there still, listening to the sound of her showering.
In a moment she came back in, naked except for the towel around her shoulders, drying her hair. They looked at each other and smiled.
"Good morning!", she said, stepping over then leaning down to kiss his nose. He stayed mostly still, lying on his stomach with the bedsheets covering just up to his bare ass.
She sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him, still toweling her hair, and turned her head to smile at him warmly.
Jones shifted to lie on his side behind her, supporting his head with his right hand while he stroked her back and shoulders with his left.
"I thought we could go for a walk in the rainforest today," Kate said, "before I have to go back."
"Great idea", he replied, "we could have a picnic, take some more wine..."
Jones sat up behind her and massaged her shoulders and the base of her neck.
"You smell nice", he said.
"I just had a shower", she said quietly, slowing down her hair-toweling action and taking in his pampering. "And you *feel* nice", she concluded.
He nuzzled his face into the back of her neck and breathed in again. "You've had a shower," he said, "but you still smell like you. Has anyone told you that you're lovely..?"
She breathed out the start of a laugh but it became a sigh as he did that little baby-kiss thing on the back of her neck.
He continued to massage but softened it a little, spreading his hands around and down over her shoulder blades. Her toweling had stopped as she let him continue. Then his kissing reached around her neck, up and under her right ear. He moved the damp hair away from the side of her face as he did so and she responded with another sigh.
"Oh Mr Jones'... we are going to go for our walk today, aren't we..?", she asked, almost sleepily.
"Of course", he said definitely. "Do you want me to stop this now?" Another ear kiss then the tiniest little bite on her earlobe.
"No!" she said, almost giggling. She turned her face to his and looked at him for a moment before they kissed together.
The passion didn't take long to build and she started moving to face him.
"Hang on - I haven't finished around here yet." He held her in her original sitting position, taking his kissing back to her right ear and neck. Again she let him work, sighing some more as he kissed and caressed the top of her neck and shoulders.
Then he shifted so that he was sitting behind her fully, his legs either side pillion-style. He ran his fingers and his kisses up and down her back, and she stroked his thighs with her finger nails. She could feel his genitals touching her firmly at the top of her butt crack as he stroked her - an unusual but pleasing sensation.
He drew out the process, taking his time before allowing his fingers to migrate towards her armpits and the edges of her body. Soon they were running gently down the sides of her breasts.
Jones' nakedness was snuggled in to her back, his arms underneath hers and his breath warming her neck while he kissed it. His fingertips were stroking her, winding their way around and over her breasts, down to below her navel, then back up again.
Kate moaned softly, "you're torturing me..."
She tried to put her arms behind her to feel him, but she could only reach the sides of his body.
"The best way to deal with that", he said, "is to relax. Just let the torturer do his job..."
Why not, she thought, and she put her hands back on his legs and tilted her head back slightly, signaling that she was prepared to let him fondle her however he liked.
Jones took both her breasts in his hands and massaged them softly. He took her hard nipples in his fingers and gently squeezed and pulled them. At the same time his neck kissing had become nibbling.
Kate sighed as that familiar, warm wave of excitement radiated within her body. She couldn't help parting her legs a little, in anticipation of where his hands might wander next.
His hands did wander. The neck and back nibbling continued while he moved his fingers down over her belly. They made sensual, almost ticklish little swirling patterns around the top edge of her pubic line, before returning to breast and nipple massaging again.
Kate's breathing got louder and she couldn't help but put her hands over the back of his. She guided his hands, and he let her, back down the front of her body, and she felt Jones stir behind her with heightened arousal. He was clearly responding to her desire, and more specifically, her desire for him to touch her so intimately and right now.
She led his hands to her crotch, but he resisted gently, teasing her with more tickling around and above her tiny patch of pubic hair.
Finally his right hand slid down slowly over, then between her labia, while his left hand came back up to her breasts.
She sighed again, lifting her hips and spreading her thighs further, encouraging his probing fingers. His index and middle finger found her moist entrance and moved gently around it.
Jones' left hand moved across her chest and took her right breast firmly. The probing fingers on his right hand moved up and down, caressing around the edges of her clitoris.
She moaned softly, almost inaudibly. Kate's hips began to move with his fingers ever so slightly, back and forth at first, but then gently from side to side.
The experience of him making love to her slowly with his hands and mouth from behind like this was a new sensation for Kate. With him at her back and in control, she felt exposed and at his mercy, and yet the pace and the confidence of his touches urged her on, making her want more. Making her *want* to be exposed and at his mercy.
More powerful surges of excitement flowed through her body. She reached up behind with her left hand and touched the side of his face. His stimulation continued, evolving into little, slow circular patterns with his two fingers around her clit, occasionally probing back down to her wet vagina and up again.
She became aware of the intense sensations her body would soon experience, and she moved, sighed and moaned a little stronger to let him know where he was taking her.
Then he took his right hand away. She opened her eyes, her body wondering momentarily about what was changing in his pattern. Jones lifted himself from behind her and held her shoulders. He looked into her face for a moment and kissed her mouth passionately, pushing her gently onto the bed. Kate offered no resistance, reclining on her back and stretching her legs over the sheets.
As they kissed he massaged her breasts again. She spread her knees apart, inviting him to lie over her. But he stayed on his side for a moment, kissing her passionately, his hands feeling all the way up and down the front of her body.
He put his left leg over hers and slid down a little, so that he could suck her nipples while he squeezed and gently pulled on her breasts. She put her hands around and over his back and arched her neck again, willing him to take her.
Jones' hands continued to move around her chest, armpits, belly and waist, as his kissing started to migrate south.
Soon it had reached her belly button, but then continued slowly beyond this.
Kate's breathing became shorter with the sensations he was causing - and also with the realisation of where he was heading.
His stroking continued, as did his mouth. She tried to hold herself perfectly still when he reached her crotch.
And finally, for the first time, his lips gently embraced her clitoris.
The sweetness of his mouth on her was excruciating.
Delicious.
She sighed. Moaned uninhibited, as his tongue pressed delicately around and over her swollen button.
The more she responded, the more he stimulated. His tongue slid up and down, then moved in circles like his fingers had before. Jones was careful not to apply too much pressure directly to her sweet spot, but instead moved around, above, and under.
He was finding combinations that she'd never felt before.
Kate's knees lifted as did her breathing and gentle moaning. He kept moving his tongue and lips over her as her hands reached the back of his head. She was approaching orgasm and she wanted him to know.
Jones' mouth was relentless on her. His patterns were changing continuously, but his pace was constant, rhythmic. It drove her, building up and up and up within as her breathing shortened into gasps.
In another moment she was there - big and full. Kate's whole body was an earthquake. Her hips and thighs shuddered uncontrollably, neck and back bending in little waves, her moans folding out in deep breaths. She was overwhelmed by it, completely involuntary, and just had to wait for it to pass through her.
Through it all Jones continued on. He only eased back on her after her shuddering had slowed.
She breathed deeply for a while to catch her breath, holding the side of his face, looking at the ceiling, unable to speak.
He rested his face on her thigh, his right hand gently stroking her other, wandering down and up from the tender creases of her crotch triangle.
At last she regained some semblance of speech.
"Oh. My. God."
There was not anything else she needed to say or do right now. Jones tilted his head up and smiled at her, cheekily.
She looked back down at him, smiled and giggled. She managed a follow-up.
"What did you just do to me?"
Her control was returning but her body still tingled. He smiled at her again while his wandering fingers moved back into her labial folds. He knew she'd be hyper-sensitive, so he carefully slid under and around her clit again, just close enough to give her further soft jolts of joy without being too intense.
She gasped and tilted her head back.
"Ooh."
Kate was expecting another moment of recovery before having him snuggle up to her. But it seemed he wanted to play with her a little longer. He ran all four fingertips carefully up and down her slippery strip, alternating sides around her clitoris.
Then he bent his neck back down and again caressed her with his tongue.
God - she thought - we're going again...
Jones gently sucked her while his tongue stimulated under her button, returning to the pace that brought on her first climax.
It was more exquisite agony. Waves of sensation were gradually building again, but faster than before. Soon Kate was moaning again and her hips began to heave. She tried to measure her movements with his, as his mouth kept working its magic on her. His soft sucking and the caressing of his tongue was different, but no less powerful.
His micro-movements, and each of her tiny responses, were uncovering a totally new level of intimacy between them.
Kate felt her face flush hot and again wanted to signal to him that he was making her cum.
She lifted her head and her hips and moaned in orgasm a second time. Intense waves of pleasure washed down through her, towards him.
Her body quivered, rolled and fell over to one side, still pulsating within.
Jones sat up, positioned himself on his knees and stroked her side and back. Her softly shaking body was clearly spent. Kate was still panting heavily, her eyes closed, her mind awash with that special sexual morphine that dulls and alters everything.
He positioned himself behind her exhausted body and lay against her. His arm went over hers and hugged it into her chest, before he kissed her cheek.
They lay together spooning, quiet and still.
Forever.
Or at least, until she could move again.
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