Time

Time is known as a moment, a moment where boy first meets girl, a moment where eyes and smiles first connect, instantaneously betraying an innocent liking for each other to ensue for a long time and starting everything to follow after a very old adage. Time is also known as seconds, seconds where Celeste was feeling a very familiar male presence intensely pressing into her body from behind very differently, about to answer the question of "what would it be like if an innocent liking was not so innocent anymore?" Time is known as minutes, minutes where the unfamiliar was becoming known, where fervishly tasting mouths moved in sync with cascading hands beginning the start of amazing rushes. Time is known as hours, hours where a person can be overwhelmed by the foreplay of intensifying looks of an eye into another, lips seductively sipping champagne, moments of skin happening to brush each other and throughout the night's enticing conversations, true inners thoughts, desires being forcefully restrained and held in silence until the perhaps chance of the right place and right time.

Right now, familiar hands were unbuttoning a blouse, caressing a feminine shape, eagerly beginning their work, labors more of a study of the human body, of a woman's curves - an intoxicating spectacle of Celeste. His mouth was slowly contouring the sides of her neck, cheek and then her lips. Her close eyes were not determining her awareness, only the flowing light sensations of him against her skin. They were saying against the corner of her mouth, against her chin and again draping the side of her neck. Eventually, mixing airs from noses and mouths were sensing the other. Further mixings and wanting breaths caused her bottom lip to touch and deliciously savored betraying her rising heat at the core. Her hand tugging the material of his shirt was drawing him more, her chin rising sensuously with desiring motive to enjoy each other's lips more and more.
Finally Celeste knew what it would be like if she was being held against him by his arm, clearly hearing a lust in breaths against her neck, sensing a biological urge in his body because of hers, enjoying his hand sliding under her blouse and slowly caressing her with a tenderness saying she was safe, totally free to let go, let herself go with this and enjoy arousal. Eventually, she knew what it would be like if this hand slid downward, taking much time to stroke areas around her navel before Celeste was victim of it slipping under the upper part of her panty, playing with it, teasing her while she was finding herself faintly moaning, mildly buckling, unable to resist with her body ridiculed in unadulterated tensions. A blouse and bra was being removed, exposing these tensions of hers further.

Celeste was just pausing, searching deep inside, pushing aside all the rules and restrictions that hold a person back, she was finding herself free to look at her own desires with eyes unclouded of fear of another. She was with someone perhaps too familiar to her, who she for a long time, shared much, who knew both bad and good about her and in who presence she was becoming more and more free with. Celeste was looking deep inside and seeing that special where secrets are kept. Inside her was what she was desiring. She seeing her desires and she facing them boldly, she knew that what she wanted was right there waiting for her to act on her desires. Perhaps the months and years they knew each other was already "the enough foreplay." Her voice was saying "TASTE ME" as she turned her back to rest against the wall before her shoving hands guided him forcefully down. Lifting her skirt up and out of the way, almost like a sixth sense he was immediately his was licking and sucking the skin around the panty of a fine ebony, skinned goddess, almost as if he were a bee hovering around a flower, soon to close in for the exquisitely tasting a of succulent, unique nectar. Purposely teasing, with a fiery trail he traveled back up to her stomach, the sides of her torso, the skin on her breast, her chest, shoulders, her neck before making way back down tasting, saying it too long to truly worship and adore Celeste's entirety this thoroughly. He was at her heat again this time unobstructed, relishing all the surrounding parts of her fervently until he closed to his target. Her long fingers sultry caressing his face, held him at the scent of her heating essence, communicating "i want to be your addiction" before he begun sampling these parts of her more intimately. She was finding herself in a receiving session of being succulently tasted extremely slowly, delicately being treated by his lips with precision, astonishly being provoked by his tongue against her until she was furiously motioning, then turning herself around so she could incredulously press herself into his inciting stimulations.

As Ken further savored, turning her around, lifting her up by the butt, eagerly licking the wet out of her before it could drip anywhere; sensations of paralysis were immensely building while Celeste braced her arms against the wall. She realized enough time had passed from the day he first started admiring her beauty in everyway, to when she started fighting internally with "you really shouldn't be thinking about him in that way", to the moment of them both starting subtle betrayals of humanly wants and needs to be fulfilled, to the seconds right now where almost animalistic actions of lips left her without question that he truly satisfying himself with her body, satisfying himself with her scent, satisfying himself with her taste and satisfying himself with her wetness. She slowly melted in the realization of him basically experiencing and gaining so much pleasure from what he was doing to her.

As she closed her eyes, letting him have his way with her, freely releasing further and further into bliss, Celeste was finding herself surrendering deeper and deeper to more intense experiences within, well guarded and not easily reached. Ken was reaching though, opening her up and taking them both to this. Digging more and more into each other's body in attempt to sense each other closer and tighter, Celeste discovered in such intimacy, a person can wantonly press into "a giving mouth", firmly trap a man's torso with a bent leg and reassuring fingernails could scrape his head and neck with a reckless encouragement. Wherever skin was connecting they dug, pressing more and more into each other as they journeyed. Celeste moaned. Celeste gasped. Droplets of sweat emerging from pores eventually giving away to earthquake like sensations, shuddering through out her, thoroughly disturbing her. Ken gave her what she wanted and in return Celeste gave him what he wanted - relishing her at the peak of her feminine essence.
Opening eyes were bringing her back to reality, facing a wall that could never reflect how she was grimacing her teeth just now in the midst of peaking pleasure. Breathing of his coming from behind now against her cheeks, kisses encouraging her on her neck were now saying their time was still not done as he removed his clothes. She made her way with Ken's aid to the edge of the bed. Drawing her thighs towards chest, leading his erect cock with her hand into her, she paused, inviting him to notice the level of wetness and heat caused within her right as his tip. Tenderly massaging his entire length over and over with fingers, almost ritualistic she was worshipping his erection while he was penetrating with a torturing yet rapturing slowness, almost as if every additional inch was appreciating finally being inside her. She was so delicate right now. Her legs entrapped him, hardly permitting room while he slowly gyrated towards completely massaging every last bit of her inner walls. In synergy with his rhythm in her, it was like if they were freshly making love on a second wind, freshly making unmolested territories known. Looking at the energy in her eyes was intoxicating potion, commanding him to acts of placing her legs up in the air, physically exploring the tenderness of her feet and calves while still penetrating, lustfully scraping her stomach with his nails, smoothly tracing her thighs with his palms, softly kissing where he could meet her legs and constant gentle fondling of any parts his hands could reach on her while he was still penetrating her. Gradually they were both intensifying against each other signaling Celeste to entrap him again this time not only with legs but almost arms bracing herself against his torso. This chance was about pure, raw, bodily friction increasing steadily from smooth and rhythmic working to rough and perhaps bordering violent proportions as they continued to sexually take one another.

As Celeste was finding herself letting go, eagerly moving with no inhibitions with her hips greeting his every thrust, she was thoroughly enjoying Ken within her and having him truly making her feel amazing inside. As the energy was growing, two dark bodies in the night were ferociously delivering sensations, thrills, heat and passion to one another. As the energy was building, finding no other path to go, two dark bodies in the night were now inevitably delivering juices to one another. The sense of time was becoming altered, allowing them both to briefly pause at a moment of climax holding tightly against each other, then granting another session where final racing pulses and gyrations motioning backwards and forwards were being experienced and gradually diminishing. Two weakened and drained bodies remaining sealed against each, captivated everything they just did to each other. Celeste was breathing heavy with exhausting. When she felt his butterfly like touch, palms were covering palms, guiding his in lightly caressing her all over and him savoring the level her body was at, yet with time slowly continuing to work her all the way down. What would it be like if time could look into the future and reveal every single opportunity they took, every single adventure they shared and every single moment they explored, enthralled in taking this ride of getting to know more intimately, where one can get off and get back on again and again, even if for selfish human desires. Time would only tell.