FOR THE LOVE OF WHITE WINE – PART TWO

He looked like he couldn’t bear to behave himself any longer and I confirmed in the affirmative by throwing everything remotely close to decency out the window. I ran towards him and flung myself at him. He caught mid-air and wrapped his arms around me as he brought me closer to his huge frame.

We both leaned in for a kiss and on meeting halfway, I tasted lips that for most of the evening have covered his perfect set of teeth. I held on to him like my life depended on it. He deepened the kiss as I ran my fingers through his hair.

He carried me the whole length of the hallway. The possibility of a neighbor walking in on us was so much of a turn on that I tugged at his chest all the way to the door. I fumbled with the keys because my brain was finding it difficult to multi-task. He had to bend in order for me to reach the door knob. 

I finally got the damn door to open and he nudged it with the back of his foot as he walked towards my kitchen counter. He set me down on the counter and helped me undress. The skill with which he wrestled my body out of the dress is fit to compete at the Olympics.

I finally got the damn door to open and he nudged it with the back of his foot as he walked towards my kitchen counter. He set me down on the counter and helped me undress. The skill with which he wrestled my body out of the dress is fit to compete at the Olympics.

I had nothing left except my panties. He nodded in approval on seeing the liquid dripping down my thighs. It must have been a hundred degrees down there because I felt my legs spread themselves; a knowing sign of invitation to his caramel scented lips. He must have had some kind of toffee earlier that evening. The realization alone made me feel like his favorite candy bar.

“I have two simple rules.” He said. “There will be no touching from your end, and you must not make a sound. There will be total complicity on your part and the moment I notice the slightest sign of rebellion, I’ll turn it up another notch. Capisce?”

Having never been one for rules or convention, it came as a surprise to me when I nodded in agreement. I was not thinking at that point, I just wanted him and his lips at the promise land.

Before we resumed kissing, Jacob took a long look at me and announced in what must have been a sex sign language his intention to take over the world. Being a very willing participant, I didn’t at all mind how he intended to go about conquering the world.

He leaned back in for a kiss but this time, it wasn’t rushed. It was soft and wet like mushy pillow from too many sex dreams. He kissed his way towards my clit. On getting to my boobs, he nibbled at my right nipple and went in hard when I attempted to touch his hair. I almost disobeyed a rule and my punishment was a loving bite on my nipple.

…drowning in a sea of pleasure.

I must have drowned in a sea of onrushing water because I was gasping for breath in my attempt to not scream out in undiluted pleasure. All I wanted to do was scream his name but I had been instructed not to else I will be suffering in pleasure for the rest of the night.  It felt like heaven and hell had a marriage and what’ happening to me is the climax of a gut-wrenching and earth-shattering sexual experience.

He slowly diverted his attention to my other boob and I almost came in anticipation of his bite. Apparently, I like being bitten. Who knew? In what must have been a mind-reading episode of ‘Now You See Me,’ he nibbled and moved his lips in a circular motion and when I most expected his glorious bite, he teased my expectant nipple with a gentle nibble that resulted in an instant and uncontrollable shiver. “Please don’t punish me” were the words I said out loud in my mind.

In an instant he had kissed his way in a haphazardly-choreographed pattern towards my pussy. It wasn’t until his lips came in contact with my clit that I realized just how wet I was. I felt like a faulty dam in total disrepair. I was gushing like a broken water pipe.

He kissed my clit with such gusto like a child depraved of milk. At this point in time, I was floating and could feel nothing except the sweet sensations between my thighs. He guided two of his fingers inside of me. I gushed in response and was in anticipation of a punishment when I realized that Jacob himself was in heaven and with me. He could care less about the rules. As I had my legs wrapped around his head, he looked rather carried away with lapping at my juices. I felt for the first time ever like I was being milked in a dairy farm in the Netherlands. Not even an earthquake would successfully distract him at this point.

He wriggled his way out of my tight grip and lifted me like a child. He carried me towards the bedroom. He gently laid me down on my bed. He tore his shirt away from his huge frame in what could be described as an Usain Bolt-type speed. He unzipped his pants and out came a dick hard and at attention like a soldier about to go to war.

I licked my lips at the sight of his whole body. He looked every bit like a Roman gladiator and I was about to allow him stage a war in my arena. He climbed the bed and guided himself inside of me. The initial stroke had me dig my nails into his body. The simultaneous pain and pleasure could kill a mammoth elephant.

He maintained a certain rhythm in order to allow me catch my breath and just when I was about to get used to his huge dick, he upped the tempo and was going in and out of me like a speed rail in a back and forth motion. I threw all caution to the wind and screamed out in pleasure. I was sure the whole neighborhood must have heard me scream.

The sheer willpower that must have gone into his maintenance of this same pattern is very commendable. He kept at this for so long that I could correctly predict the exact moment I won’t be able to hang on any longer.

With my fingers still buried in his shoulders and my legs resting on his huge chest at a 45-degree angle, he moved in and out of me with a vigor reminiscent of Alexander The Great in his prime. “Jacob!” I called out. “I am about to explode” I can’t take this anymore!”

“Hang in there.” He called out in response. “I’m almost with you.”

“Oh fuck!” I said to no one in particular. “Jacob…Jacob!”

“Oh, baby.” He said. “I’m about to come.” And in a moment that would go down in history as the day the earth stood still, I had shuddered uncontrollably as a wave of electric current ran through my body. I felt like I was in space as I laid back in bed and shivered from the memories of what just happened.

Jacob laid down beside me and I rested my head on his chest. In that moment and at that time, nothing mattered. Not my white wine. Not my job. Not even the world mattered as I settled into what must have been utopia.

You can find part one of the wine series at https://www.nudedreamgirls.com/erotica-archives/for-the-love-of-white-wine-part-one/

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