Short stories of precise moments....Open your lips…….. Open

Short stories of precise moments.... Open your lips…….. Open your lips and let me in, let me be the one to quench the thirst of your mouth,   let my lips be the ones that shelter yours,   let my body be the one that approaches yours   so that air cannot pass through. (…) Your eyes closed while we kiss, I can't close mine, it can't be happening, all my life longing for this moment. I remember our childhood in which we were friends and that every moment of play you became my beloved princess. All that is left behind and now I can't close my eyes, I don't want to blink so you don't disappear and leave me immersed in another of my dreams. Dreams in which I make you mine, and now, you are here, giving me your body at the same time that I want to give you mine, I look at you, and I see your niqui hiding and at the same time marking the pink areolas of your breasts, which are pushing to be released, your tight jeans that mark, even more, the curves of your wonderful body, hidden under so many clothes. I slide my hands through your nickel and begin to touch your back with the tips of my fingers, while our mouths continue playing so that our thirst is quenched, I caress your neck with my hands and you let your nickel come out to release the two towers of pleasure that you have for breasts, with the exact measurement, neither too big nor too small, and with that pink aureole that I thought I glimpsed so many times. Above, two lookouts, hard, full of power, and who want to be caught by my mouth and receive the heat of my breath. I can't help it and I bend over so I can put them in my mouth, first one and then the other, you take the opportunity to remove my shirt, and caress my back, you even dare to slap me on the ass. I look up and see you again, more beautiful than ever, now unprotected from the waist up and with a burning gaze, your lips call to mine, and in this way we protect ourselves from the cold again, body to body, your nipples are so hard that I notice how they want to pierce my skin, it hurts not to be able to let them reach my heart, and that they will leave an indelible mark of this moment in which you are mine. The heat we emanate means that the rest of the clothes are too much, you place your hand on your belt but that is not how it should happen, I remove it and place mine to proceed to take off your clothes, slowly I kneel in front of you and begin to lower the pants, the boots are already out and the pants do not object to leaving their place, in front of me, a small black garment with lace that covers only just enough. The intoxicating perfume that comes from your skin makes mine crawl and fills my pores with desire and passion to taste what I now only breathe. I pull down the small garment that makes a small gesture of not wanting to go down but ends up going down in one go, very easily. With a light gesture of your hand you invite me to taste the nectar of your delicate sex, you look for a seat and let me do it, my lips kiss your thighs, your Venus mountain, the lips of your sex; Slowly, slowly I am approaching your sex, which is revealed to be moist and throbbing under my attentive gaze. My tongue begins to play with the little pubic hair that you have left, to go on to directly attack the inside of you, the circles of my tongue almost reach the deepest part of you, my nose resting on your clitoris seems that you are also liking it, your head falls back and I hear a moan of pleasure that does nothing in me other than encourage me to continue with the job that I am taking care of and that it seems that you are enjoying. You pull my hair up, you look for my lips that now have the taste of your body while you kiss me you turn and make my body stay where yours was, and yours, naked, in front of mine. You masterfully get rid of my pants and my boxers don't last in their original position for more than a second, making my member appear before you, hard and with a threatening posture towards your body.   I know very well what you are going to do and I am not going to stop you, your look of desire says it all, you crouch down in front of her and give her two soft kisses before seeing her disappear inside your mouth, the heat you produce in me with your movements of your tongue and hands excites me very much and I have my first orgasm with you. You take me to the bed on the other side of the studio, you lay me down and lie on top of me, the heat of your body is still there, I notice it and it makes me soon recover and be on the warpath again, your hands finish doing the work, and they get me ready for the next assault. You look into my eyes while you climb on top of me, you look for the most comfortable position to let me enter, and with your right hand you direct the tip of my member towards your interior, it doesn't take me long to enter because of how wet you are. You do it slowly until it's all inside and you stay there, while you go down to kiss my lips and let the moment last, you know that this moment is special and you make it eternal for both of us. Your rhythmic, silent movements begin, in the room you can only hear our breathing that little by little is also coordinated, my hands on your breasts caress the areola of your nipples, getting trapped between my fingers to be lightly pinched, your movements accelerate and from my position I see how your sex runs over the skin of my entire member as the lips adjust perfectly to it and run over it again and again, increasing the speed and violence with which you penetrate yourself, my hand releases one of your breasts so he can caress your clitoris and feel how this makes you speed up once again. Your eyes rest on me to become blank and you stop your movements asking me not to move, to be still, that this moment has to lengthen…. I let your orgasm finish to proceed to provoke you another, I pick up your body and put you on the bed, on your side, with your legs together and I proceed to enter you again, your sex is tight but very wet and I feel how your muscles cling to me, I go in and out, with my hands on your breasts, I see how the color returns to your face, a color that I had seen before, no more than 2 minutes ago, your moans accelerate again and the sweat that my skin drips, splashing you with each thrust, I'm not going to take it anymore, I ask you to come with me, to come with me, and in a last effort we both fall exhausted, sweaty and full of pleasure, we have achieved it, your moans covered mine and together with the noise of our sexes colliding violently, they made in the room the best music that our ears had heard. I think I have not closed my eyes at any time so as not to lose you, now defeated and with my eyes drooping, I am afraid to open them and that you are gone (…) PS: From this second story that I write I want to thank the love of my life for encouraging me to write and give meaning to my life, thank all the people who read my first story, and many thanks to those who commented because all of them have made it possible for this second story to have emerged.