Dipped in Lust

Do you remember it?
The roaring of lust? The bloodlust of passion? How it surges in the blood, how your vision seems to narrow, how nothing beyond us seemed to exist? the _power _that flows through your hands, your fingers, your legs, your arms and shoulders if you want it to. The pulsing of the blood, the pumping of the heart. How your breath seems to be deeper, denser in your throat and lungs as energy fills your lungs.

There we were, naked and glorious, and we held it. That moment.. You, understandably, had your vision a bit preoccupied. And I couldn't make up my mind if I should revel in the glory of your glistening form or gaze into the depths of your eyes.
And then, you cheeky fucking devil. I wasn't finished.
But you, running your tongue along the length of your lips. Wet, salivating, breathing, opened wide, lifted your head, and slotted down your mouth along my length. How your lips pursed. Gods.. I was so hard you had to put a bit of muscle into your lips to lever my cock down so you could fully engulf, being so below me as you were. The heat of your mouth. The wetness of your saliva. the claiming of your tongue along my underside. That neck of yours was a good one, for how you worked me. the vacuum of your mouth, your cheeks hollowing out, that glck-slch-glck you made, those beautiful eyes staying on me, my cock wetted with your saliva, heavenly, you were.
Unfinished as I was, I couldn't complain.
Not one bit.

I was behind in our little race, and your ass needed my attention.
I needed to make every last bit of you shine, after all.
And so, with fresh oil lathering the hands, I dived forwards. You were mightily distracting, with your mouth working me magnificently so, but I had a job I was determined to do.
It was your turn to be distracted.
Claws dug into the supple muscle of your ass, and explored deeply and widely. Every last curve, every last fold where ass met thigh, all would glisten and shine as oil was lathered and pressed deeply. Your furrow was pried apart, thumbs carving oil into each surface of the resulting valley, before the other fingertips took their turn, thumbs holding the ass spread apart, digging deep craters into that glorious flesh, as the fingertips bit deeply into the seam, cupping the curves and gripping ever so firmly. And in the centre of it all, whilst you gobbled eagerly upon your prize up front, I was finally able to relish my prize exposed wide before me. Your legs shifted, trying to adjust the weight upon you, but my hands and body weight kept you down. How you tensed. How you squirmed, as I once more applied my touch to your most sensitive star. delicately, oiled, gently, softly, circling that ring, dipping the finger down and up again across it's breadth, watching the tiny folds drink in the oil.

CRACK

It was mighty satisfying, to hear your muffled yelp, the jolt of your body, the flying spray of excess oil, and the clench and roll of your ass. The ripple of your glutes, as I straightened my upper body upright.

"If you still want my cock, then you'll have to get your legs closer to me. You'll have to spread." I whisper, with a kiss upon the small of your back, holding your waist firmly between both hands.
You pause, before you resume the slow, thorough up-and-down bobbing of your head, the sliding of your lips along my cock, lathering it deeper and deeper in your spit. And as you do so, you bend your legs at the knees, bringing your feet up into the air, as your knees and thighs dig into the sheets, causing crease and fold as you pry apart your legs, opening yourself up as you bring your thighs and calves within my reach.
"Good boy" I whisper, with lust swirling in my words, as outstretched, oiled hands reach for your thighs. With a firm yank, I bring them both closer within reach, bending your hips wider, and jostling you a bit further into my cock. Now, I can finish my side. You continue to work me, and I can feel you slowly eroding my defences. Meanwhile, cupping and clasping upon thigh, I stroke, embed, and press oil along their lengths. It's a glorious sight, and I take my thorough time, seeing the entire thigh, all faces, all sides glisten. there's plenty of flesh and muscle to dig into, and both thighs get plenty of my grip. Rest assured, the already massaged back and ass still get a visit now and then. especially that spanked flank. I move, one at a time, onto the knees and their undersides, before along to the calves. Feeling the muscle, hands sliding along their length. Then, bending your taunt legs closer towards your ass, I press thumb and finger into your feet, oiling their arches, the soles, the pads, the topside, the ankle, the ball, the toes, until everything, everything, glistens.
Oh, and how you little cheeky fucker tried to get me to cum. You're trying to, I can feel it, I can see it. You're determined. Well, not yet. I'll enjoy your mouth for longer yet.