Always a catch

His mind drifted a little and went to the place where he kept the memories of all their sessions. He loved how she ached for his touch. He loved how she would try to anticipate his moves. He would of course adjust and change things up to keep her guessing. While she protested in full sass about being teased, she probably wouldn’t have it any other way.

He already was picturing himself undressing her and seeing her goosebumps move about her skin as he softly nibbled his way about her body like a trained racer moving around curves with skillful intent. He even remembered how her breath would change rhythm as he got closer to her heart. Let’s not forget how wet she got whenever he hovered over her body letting the anticipation build.

His body temperature was starting to climb a little as he allowed himself to thing about the manner in which she loved to be teased. Heck, he loved it too. One of his all time favorites was just hovering so close to her body, and waiting. He would only allow the tips of her nipples to rub against his chest as she tried to match his breathing to get max contact. He had her pinned beneath him on the bed as he hovered. She tried to arch her back and have their tummies touch but he matched her arch with his own to keep the narrow gap between them as her anticipation built. He’d even allow his aroused member to trace lazy circles about her wetness as she tried to suppress a whine of desire.

Just to make sure he kept his composure, sometimes he’d lick his lips just enough for his tongue to dance across her lips before he pulled himself back an inch out of her reach as she tried to reach up to him. She would shake her head about looking for leverage from his strong hold of her wrists, she craved him, wanted him, he wanted her but had to hold the line. Just when she was about to mouth off about his cruelness, he’d rest his second head right on her clit. The heat exchange would be tormenting fire for the both of them, but, for him, it was just assurance of his dominance awaiting her moisture for him to give in fully. For her, well, it usually rolled her eyes back, caused her to bite her lips and tongue, and groan suppressed sounds of glee as she hoped she could mask her thrilled sensations from his ever watchful eyes.

A few times, she’d manage to time things right and arch as he’d come down and his member would find her entrance and come to rest at that super blissful super heated volcanic entrance point. Not a full penetration, no, just enough to cause the earth to shake, the sun to roll backwards a few yards, and time to stand still as their bodies came into unison. Tensions eased. Moods synchronized. Pulses elevated. Hearts beat to one tune. And he’d just deeply kiss her as if his life depended on it, devouring her essences and filling her with his enthusiasm as his tongue sought refuse in the back of her throat. She so welcomed him and made herself as available as possible for his pleasure

Just when she felt ready to take on his fullness at it’s greatest depth, he’d pull back slowly and return to his hover and watch her break focus in a laughter only a vixen can provide and she sought words to taunt him with for holding back the flood gates

It was their dance, their little ritual, the practice that let her devils come out to play… that dance that evoked her wildest inner voices… and when he unleashed on her, she was more than able to not only handle but give back in such voracity that made him rise to celestial heights of priming before deep diving in for nuclear fusion level explosions deep into her inner dark passages of love

he wanted her so badly…