The scorching afternoon light shines through the sleek venetian blinds in my bedroom. “I’m just going to have a cool rinse”, I tell Ed, sliding my thin cotton dress up over my head, slipping my knickers down my legs and giving them a little kick on to the cold bathroom tiles. On this hot, hot, 40 degree day, the cool droplets make me shiver with delight, flowing over my full breasts, over my stomach and between my legs.

After briskly rubbing a big, soft, white towel all over my body, I go and lay down on my bed. Outstretched, nude, I roll around like a kitten, and as Ed walks in to the room his eyes widen. “Stay exactly as you are”, he says and slinks back out of the room, taking a glance back at me as he goes. I hold my breath in anticipation as I hear his bare feet padding softly back towards my bedroom.

As he steps back into the room my eyes run up and down his body. Wearing only jeans, slightly askew at the waistline, revealing a hint of his white trunks, his body strong and confident. He holds a large red sketch book in his tanned hands and drags a chair through the door behind him and sits down. He grins at me with those pale lips, pushes his thick-framed glasses up on to the bridge of his perfect nose, and opens the sketch book.

I relax down and close my eyes, feeling his gaze, his energy, enveloping my naked body from across the room.

With long curving gestures, his hand moves over his page, my ears prick up at each sweeping stroke, wondering what he is taking in of me. With my arm raised, bent at the elbow, my wrist underneath the back of my head, I gently finger a piece of my long, dark hair. My round breasts are in full view, with pink nipples still erect from the cool shower.

I open my eyes for a moment, we lock in an overwhelming gaze. I feel my cheeks flush and avert my eyes, down across his toned chest, admiring his beautiful brown skin. I watch his forearm muscles flex ever so slightly as he draws. I close my eyes again and notice my pussy is moist, very gently pulsing.

After a while I open my eyes again. I look at Ed. He has stopped drawing. I open my mouth to ask to see his creation but he intercepts me with ,”Can I make love to you?” I nod my head sheepishly though he is already moving towards me. I can make out the outline of his hardened shaft through his jeans which he unbuttons to reveal his truly hard cock. He slips his jeans on to the floor and crawls on to the bed. I feel his breath on my collar bone as he kneels over me.

He gazes into my eyes before stooping down, his head lingering above my pubic bone. He begins lapping at my clit so gently and tenderly, I feel a wet warmth flush through my pussy. Knowing I am already well aroused he kneels back up, moistens his hand with saliva, rubbing it all over his smooth brown cock and slides it into me with ease. He lets out a great moan even before I do. I lift my pelvis up to let him deeper inside. I feel I can’t get enough. His pubic bone rubs against my little clit and I feel helpless with pleasure. In and out, he slides his cock with slow but strong movements. My pussy is flowing, so wet that he can slide all the way out of me and thrust back in with ease.

“I love your beautiful, pink pussy”.

“I love your big, hard cock”.

I wrap my arms around his neck, run my fingers through his dark hair. I let myself go, I’m at his mercy. He slides in and out of me a bit faster, I feel my pussy begin to erupt.

“Come with me?” I beg him.

I feel sweat building on the back of his neck and realise my own body is glistening with sweat. I hear myself moaning,”I’m coming all over your cock”. As my pussy erupts in waves of orgasm. I feel his cock throbbing, rock hard, and imagine it filling my pussy with warm, white come. In uncontrollable bliss, we keep rocking together long after we have both come.

I run my palms down his sweat drenched back, move to get up and say,”I’m just going to have another cool rinse”.

Written by Katie St Clair of http://erotiquetales.blogspot.com/