Anika moaned gently into my mouth as we kissed. It sounded so wonderful against the wet, slurping noise of our lips. She was having trouble swallowing her saliva, and our kissing became so delightfully wet as I gulped her down.
I was the first to flick my tongue along her lip as I sucked it into my mouth. It elicited a moan and half a giggle from Anika. Then she started licking my lips, before pulling away to catch her breath.
“Are you all right?” I got my hand out from the back of her shirt and stroked her face.
“Uh-huh,” she half moaned, half breathed.
With my hands on either side of her face, I pulled her back down to me and we started kissing more passionately.
I lost all sense of time as I kissed her. The only thing I knew for sure was that we were both getting carried away. Our breathing was heavier, and Anika’s whimpering moans were becoming more intense.
I kissed her along her cheek and jawline to her ear, and then sucked her earlobe into my mouth. I told her again how much I loved her and how special she was in desperate whispers.
She pulled away and sat upon me, her panty-clad pussy grinding against my cock. Her arms crossed over her stomach, and then she pulled them up above her head, peeling her shirt up with them, then throwing him onto the floor.
I was in awe, gazing up at her perfect breasts. They were spectacularly round, somehow defying gravity. Her delicious little nipples stood proudly at attention at the centre of her dark areolas.
“You like them ?” she pleaded, desperately seeking my reassurance.
I sat up, reaching out and groaning like a zombie, incapable of coherent speech. Anika giggled as I cupped her breasts, seemingly moulded for my hands. I squeezed the soft flesh and rubbed my thumbs across her nipples.
She clumsily held my head to her chest, but I was stranded between her nubile breasts, unable to get my mouth around either of her taunting nipples. I looked up, begging her to grant me access.
Another giggle, and a long, moaning kiss, and she rolled off me, laying back on the bed. Her chocolate curls fanned out on the pillow as she looked up at me, smiling.
Anika rubbed her palms back and forth on the outside of her breasts, causing the soft globes to jiggle hypnotically. She seductively rubbed one leg against the other, bending her knee and accentuating the curve of her hip.
I threw the blanket off the bed and crawled over her. Straddling her thighs and holding my weight off her body, I kissed her deeply.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I panted.
“Yeah, I am. I really want this,” she replied, her breath shaking.
My hands led the way as I kissed down her body from her mouth. Her skin was so smooth and tight. And her smell was so incredibly intoxicating. It was the perfect blend of the fresh, earthiness of her skin, and the remnants of yesterday’s perfume.
The terrain softened magically as I kissed my way up the top of her right breast. I wanted to take my time and tease her delicately, but I just couldn’t help myself. When I arrived at the summit, I greedily sucked her proud nipple into my mouth.
I pulled back, sucking at her nipple as I went, before gorging myself on her soft flesh again and again.
Her whimpering moans, twitches and fingers roughly brushing through my dreads spurred me on. I kissed across her chest to her other neglected prize and repeated my feast.
This time, however, I managed to regain some composure. I circled my tongue around her areola, spiralling in towards the centre. I suckled gently at her nipple, before tenderly holding it between my teeth. I nibbled at her, causing her to take in sharp breaths every time I bit down. Then, clamped tightly, I flicked the end of her nipple quickly with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh, Edwin, yes,” she moaned.
I don’t know how much more time I spent worshipping at Anika’s heavenly breasts, but my wrists were in agony from holding myself above her.
Her legs were still together, infuriatingly sliding against each other. I lay down beside her, pressing my side to her warm, slender limb, taking the weight off my arms.
From cupping her breasts, I trailed my fingertips down her stomach, doing slow, gentle laps of her navel, until my kisses caught up. As I caressed her, my hands felt the soft muscles beneath her skin. But as my kisses followed, my lips and tongue only found the softest flesh.
I got another giggle out of Anika by dipping my tongue into her belly button. I loved the sound of her laugh, especially when it was me causing it. Then, as I planted a soft kiss just below her navel, I blew a giant raspberry on her stomach.
We both burst out laughing. It was a great way to relieve the rising tension of my journey. But I quickly resumed my trail of slow, tender kisses before the mood, and quite frankly, my nerve, was lost.
Those precious, blue panties were my next destination, and my kisses galloped across the finish line of her waistband until I was pressing my lips into her gorgeous mound. I could feel her spongy pubic hair beneath the thin, blue cotton, and I was in heaven. I inhaled her scent deeply as I went, clawing feverishly at her rounded hips.
Still, Anika kept her legs together.
I sat back on my knees and looked into her eyes. . She smiled at me, nibbling on her index finger and cupping her own breast with her other hand.
The image of Anika laying there on my bed was so incredibly erotic. Her dark chocolate skin contrasted so beautifully with the white coloured sheets in the muted light spilling through the drawn blinds of my bedroom.
And those lovely little panties beckoned.
I reached down and hooked my fingertips into the fragile waistband at her hips. Her supple skin trembled beneath my touch. And I paused.
I gazed into her eyes once more, desperately seeking her reassurance.
Anika nodded, still suckling at her finger. Her smile was replaced with sensual anticipation, and there was nothing stopping me now.
I pulled at that wonderful cotton garment, that did so much with so very little. The elastic stretched around the curve of her hips, snagging on the friction of her ass against the sheets. Then the muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened as she arched her pelvis up towards me, allowing me to pull her panties down over her ass.
The pale pink triangle in front of me slowly collapsed, revealing the dark curls of her neatly trimmed bush. More and more of Anika’s cute little landing strip appeared from behind her retreating underwear.
My adoration was indescribable. My eyes welled. My face was sweaty. My breathing all but stopped. I felt dizzy.
My hands continued to drag her panties down her thighs, almost on their own. And I kept logging every tactile sensation of her beautifully smooth skin as I went. Anika lifted her knees up together to help me remove her precious underwear. Finally, after a brief caress of her soft calves, I had her panties past her cute, cotton socks and in my hands.
I sniffed at the soaked fabric in the crotch, inhaling the sweet muskiness like my life depended on it. Then I tossed her panties onto my pillow, beside Anika’s giggling face.
I placed my hands on Anika’s knees, still raised and together, obscuring my view of her most precious gift. Then slowly, with as much restraint and tenderness as I could muster, I parted her thighs.
“Oh my god!” I gasped.
Her parting thighs revealed the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Her gorgeous labia was in full bloom, the lips glistening with her excitement.
I melted to the sheets, burying my face between her legs and feverishly lapping at her soaking pussy. I was a man possessed, hungrily sucking at her engorged lips and messily eating her with lusty abandon. With my eyes closed and able to hear nothing but my own wild slurping, I was only conscious of the feeling of her wet folds against my lips and tongue. Even the taste and smell was somehow imperceptible, but at the same time, so incredibly intoxicating.
Seconds later, Anika’s fingers slipped down over her pussy in front of my face, and I was jolted from my trance. I looked up, past her heaving body.
“Oh, Edwin,” she panted uncontrollably. “I’m sorry. I can’t. It’s too sensitive.”
“Really? I only just got started,” I pleaded.
“Huh?” Anika’s eyes were wide, “Edwin, you’ve been eating me for over half an hour.”
I couldn’t believe it. Anika thought it was hilarious, even holding up my phone on my bedside table to show me how long I had been licking her delicious pussy. I had completely lost myself in her sex. Although my feeble brain had cruelly denied me the pleasurable memory of eating her pussy, Anika had held up three fingers, with her thumb holding her pinkie across her palm, in response to me asking her if she had come.
She bit her bottom lip again and reached for me between her legs. With her hands on the sides of my face, she pulled me up to her own and kissed me passionately.
“Make love to me, Edwin. I want to feel you inside me.”
I kissed her deeply again and clumsily thrust my cock at her pussy.
“Oh. You need to take these off first,” she giggled, pulling at my boxer shorts.
Stranded above her, between her nubile thighs, I looked down to see my cock tenting my red boxers, with a slimy patch of pre-come at the apex. I frantically wrenched them off, my rigid member flicking around wildly as I kicked the damn things off my legs.
I felt the head of my cock brush her landing strip as I settled back on top of Anika, resting on my elbows. She ran her fingers through my hair and stared into my eyes, as she again pleaded with me to make love to her.
I was used to women guiding me into their pussies when we had sex, but Anika kept both her hands in my hair. I was going to have to do this one myself. I actually had a brief moment of panic that I might not know where to put it.
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