Elixirs
“Mine?” she giggled the answer to his question, using her sudsy hands to stroke upwards on the hardened length of him.
“You can absolutely call it yours,” he drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared down at Zorah. “Whatever you want, you can have,” his fist rested against the tiled wall as his eyes closed tightly. “Amoré, it feels so good to have your hands on me.”
“I like touching you,” she admitted as she watched the way his chest rose and fell in quick breaths as she toyed with his body. A thought occurred to her, and she brazenly asked, “will all of this really fit inside me?”
His long groan, coupled with the way he grew even more rigid in her palm told her he was indeed imagining exactly the possibility of such an event, and she slowly rose to her feet to stand in front of him. Standing face to face with him, water sluicing the suds off his body, she pressed him against her body.
“It’s more than half the length of my thigh. There is no way it will fit.”
“It will fit. You are short with your little legs, but you were also made for me, Zorah.” His words barely eked through his clenched jaw. “If you keep stroking me like you’re doing though, we’re going to find I’m very much not good at self-control. Remember our agreement, Zorah. You can touch all you want but I can’t come for thirty days. We are day one. Do not make me fail so soon.” The staccato rhythm of his breath was punctuated as he slapped the tile by his head. “I waited so long for you to touch me and here you are touching me and it’s all I’ve ever dreamed of. It is better than any fantasy.”
“What if I want to make you come?” she questioned boldly.
He gripped her hands and pulled them over her head and pinned her face first to the tile. The steam and warm water removed the coolness from the tiles beneath her cheek and breasts and he held her there, his body flush to hers. His erection jutted against the curve of her backside.
“No. I am to abstain from orgasm for thirty days and longer if necessary. If you want to play with my body, I will allow you to do so, but you will not make me come. Living out my fantasies can wait,” he bent his knees deeply and rubbed his cock against the crevice between her thighs. “Like how good it would feel if I simply slid into you, right now and pounded you into oblivion against this wall.” He nudged her opening with the head of his shaft and was smug at the moan he elicited from her. “You’d let me too, baby, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she clutched at the wall where his hand held her two wrists together.
“But then, it wouldn’t be fair to you now, would it?” he asked as he lowered his head to kiss the curve of her neck as she tilted her head to one side to encourage his touch.
“It’s not fair to make me suffer,” she argued as again he rubbed himself against her slickening folds.
“I won’t make you suffer, Zorah, my love. I think it’s time you felt a euphoria of your own.” He stepped back from her. “Let’s get you washed up and then we’re going to get into bed. I’m going to feast on your body. I’m going to give you ecstasy like you’ve never known. Then, my beautiful wife, I’m going to wrap you up in my arms and hold you all night while you sleep.”
He made quick work of washing the make up off her face and then rinsing her body quickly, but he made sure to keep her body attuned to his every movement. Loving words of adoration and praise for how responsive she was to him coupled with his tender touches, caused Zorah’s head to spin more than any liquor she imbibed during the evening.
When he settled her in the middle of the bed, wrapped in a large plush towel, she felt on the cusp of something delicious.
“How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he asked as he unfolded the towel to expose her to the chill of the room. As her nipples puckered up tight from the air conditioning, he reached his fingers to gently tweak and massage. The way she arched her back up into his touch forced him to adjust himself.
Bending over her body, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and the little squeal which erupted from her lips was like a choir in his ears. It was the most beautiful music he ever heard, and he wanted to hear more.
“Remember in the car after our wedding,” he asked as he blazed an incendiary path of with his lips through the valley of her cleavage, swirling along her navel, into the dampened triangle at her thighs. “My first taste of you was better than any luxurious elixir. I could be deprived of all food and drink except your delicious nectar, and I think I would be sustained for the rest of my life.” He eagerly lapped at her.
Her fingers of their own accord shifted from the bunched-up towel to his hair as he buried his nose against her, tugging at his scalp.
“Do you like this baby? Do you like when I touch you?” he reached a hand back to her breasts to caress her silky skin, his words muffled as he poked and prodded with his tongue.
“Yes,” she whined. Again, the pleasure she’d felt on a few occasions now from his touch was beginning to swirl in her belly. Buzzing like a sizzling electrical current, a slow stead spiral of bliss gradually increasing in its intensity as Icaro lavished her with attention.
Oblivious to anything but the feelings he was evoking as he stroked her with his fingers, his tongue flat against her clit, Zorah chased the high he was showing her. When in a crashing crescendo, she reached her summit and then tumbled over, her entire body clenching tight for a mere moment before releasing in jolts, Icaro pushed her through it all, swearing this was better than any orgasm he’d ever had of his own. Her thrill was almost painful with the way her body contorted.
Breathless, she was whimpering when he slipped back up her body and kissed her mouth, the taste of herself on his tongue and she hugged him tight.
“You’re exquisite, amoré. We will let you catch your breath before I feast more.”
“No more.” She protested. “Can’t take any more. Hold me. Just hold me.”
Icaro’s low chuckle when he wrapped her in his arms and did as she bid, chased her into the sweetest slumber.
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