The Crest of Snow and Copper – XIII

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 13:

Her eyes wandered throughout his body, from toe to head, landing on his lust-filled green jewels. Such delicious skin, color of bronze and gold, against her paleness. Scars were visible here and there and she made her way to caress these markings with all she could. Sprawled across his chiseled abs, she kissed and licked and caressed every spot, tenderly committing to memory all those little blemishes with as much care as she could convey with a touch, gaining soft low moans from him. His now evident erection was resting against her lower back; she could distinctively feel the slight throbbing of his penis as she moved.

Leaning in to kiss him, letting her hand freely follow the outline of one of his tattoos; his hands firmly gripped her hips as his lower body began to rock back and forth against her. An evident sign of his desire: a desire for her and her alone. That simple thought filled her with pride and pleasure. She knew her yearning matched his to its full extent, as her heartbeat located now between her legs proved it. There was heat irradiating from both of them, bodies moving through the sheer power of the eagerness that engulfed man and woman.

“I want you”, their gazes said to each other, words rendered needless by the intensity in which their bodies spoke. The girl felt an urge she had never before experienced, as her hands reached to relieve him from his pants and undergarments: the urge to caress his masculinity intimately, the want to perform oral sex on that man who drove her so wild.

The sight before her eyes as he became fully hard for her almost made her back away from him and their heated encounter. She was quite inexperienced and had no real idea of how and average-sized penis would look like, but he was bigger than anyone she’d ever seen. The way the young man looked at her shunned aside any doubt she had: his conscious mind totally overridden by desire, yet a slight look of surprise in his handsome features. She knew then, for sure, that no one had ever done that to him, that he shared her lifelong opinion towards fellatio. Still, she decided to proceed. Old thoughts on that practice were shattered by a need for him she could not fight nor explain.

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