Seducing Salacious Shelia
Wes walked past the green clothed poker table and stood
at the French doors leading out to the balcony. He swung
them open with both arms and stepped outside. Shelia followed
him and handed him the drink. Arent the stars pretty
she said. Turning to her and leaning his forearm on the railing
Wes said, Sure are as he locked onto her eyes and smiled,
then took a sip of his drink. She knew he was not referring
to the sparkles in the sky. She felt that blush again and
hoped the Vegas night kept it hidden. Wes didnt look away
this time, as he did the night before. Her eyes stayed on
his too, reading his mind, peering into his soul. He conjured
up his courage, lifted his body off the railing and stood
facing her. My God, Shelia thought, there it is again,
that look, that damn look!
Wes turned and found a place to set his glass. He turned back
to Shelia and took her drink glass from her too. She let go
easily, still watching him, a desire for him to touch her
growing. The nightlife sounds of Las Vegas were fading
into the background. Wes recaptured Shelias eyes. He
picked up her hand and placed his fingertips in her palm,
softly stroking the back of her wrist with his thumb. It
was time to play his cards and he was not going to fold. He
tugged lightly on her hand, pulling her body to him, guiding
her hand to his side. He let go when she was close; her hand
landing on his side near his hip, he felt the warmth thru
his shirt when she touched him. He leaned closer until she
felt his breath and paused; his hand circled her and fell
into the small of her back, inching her ever so close to him.
He was in charge, moving to collect his spoils of the game,
finally his lips touched hers. She let him feel her, explore
the taste of her lips, offering only the outer lining to
him. While one hand sat peacefully on his hip, her other
glazed his cheek down the side, coming to rest on his shoulder.
She felt her body tingle from his touches, his slow attempt
to seduce her, to charm her first. The respect he had for
her was rare in a man, she saw it in his darkening liquid eyes
and felt it in the way he moved and touched. He brushed his
lips over hers, and then slid his face down her cheek, kissing
her jaw line with small tapping kisses, ending over and
behind her ear, brushing soft locks of her hair back with
his face. His chest pounded like there was a thunderstorm
inside it, his nerves steeled, his longing for her intensifying.
She whispered with short pauses between each word Lets
Go Inside. She lowered her face to his shoulder, whimpered
just as Wes kissed the soft spot in front of her ear. Ok
the soft-spoken southerner said barley audible. She broke
from him and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
Shelia spun around at the foot of the bed to face Wes, his
eyes full of anticipation, hers a raging firestorm of seduction.
She lifted the flap of his shirt and loosened the top button,
then moved slowly down his chest for the others. Wes tugged
at his shirttail and lifted it out. Using the underside
of the bed rail as a shoehorn, Wes wedged out of his boots.
Shelia flipped the hook on his western belt buckle and flung
it aside, releasing the button that held his jeans. She
slid down the zipper, grazing his hardness as her fingers
passed it. Wes wasted no time inching off the jeans. He put
his hand behind her shoulder and spun her around, her back
to him. He ran the hand across her shoulders down her back
flatly before he lifted her hair and took care of the hidden
hooks on the dress. It slinked off her smooth body and pooled
around her ankles. She slipped from her high heels while
he released the hook on her bra. She folded her shoulders
inward, the lacey garment fell forward into her hands and
she tossed it aside. Wes held her by her upper arms and kissed
her back, a hot trail of kisses from one shoulder to the other.
Shivers ran thru her body, she closed her eyes and tilted
her head back into him. He kissed his way over her collar
and to the base of her neck. She thought she would go mad.
He hoped she would.
She relished a man that took his time, built her up and savored
the flavors of her body. He was doing that and more. His hands
fell from her shoulders to the tender skin in the fold of
her arms. He journeyed passed to her wrists, lifting her
hands to her tummy, covering them with his there. He spooned
his body into hers, molding her figure with his, blowing
warm breath into the back base of her neck, savoring her
smell. She rocked her ass against his pelvic, she felt his
hardened member heating her backside, his swollen pent
up shaft liquidating pre cum thru the boxer shorts he still
wore. She was about to do something about that. She bounced
off him and dragged him to the bed, his leg filling the valley
between her knees, her legs interlocking it, his frame
positioned partially atop hers. Their eyes never broke
from one anothers. His hand was stroking her tummy from
below her panty line to between her breasts, barley reaching
her forbidden lands. Shelia hooked her thumbs under the
band of Wess shorts and tugged them down. Her hand caressed
his ass, timely scraping his skin with her fingernails
to send the same sharp tingles thru his body he had sent thru
hers. Her turn to tease, she thought, as she nudged her hand
between their bodies and ran her fingers thru his chest
hair.
Wes dipped his head to Shelias shoulder and nibbled a line
of kisses up the side of her neck, over her chin to her lips,
pausing to soak her eyes with his before he kissed her. She
parted her lips and accepted his trespass. Shelia rotated
her hand off his ass to the pelvic area of Wess tummy and
grazed the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers.
She brushed it with her fingernails; just a slight touch
to let him know she approved and his patience and persistence
would soon pay off. She sized him with her hand, down the
full length, a gentle teasing stroke to see if she could
command him with her touch. Wes responded by brushing his
hand up and over her breast, abiding the outer edge of her
areola. He applied a circular motion, rolling the harden
nip with the palm of his hand, and soon exploring upward
her peachy soft skin to her shoulder. He flared his fingers
as they passed her ear and nestled on the back of her neck,
into her silk soft hair. With his hand firmly positioned,
he pulled her into a deepening kiss. She wanted this. Her
body bloomed with passion; she shut her eyes and tasted
his lips and mellowed all her resistance she harbored for
him. Her hand rose up his back and pulled him into her, the
invitation he had longed for. She gave in. Her breasts pressed
into his chest, he felt the nipples of each mound against
skin. She was a ravenous voracious woman, hungry with desire
for this rogue of a man attempting to devour her. She sucked
in his tongue and twirled hers around his, then pushed it
back and invaded his mouth. Her moans joined gasps for breaths
as she drug on his back to get him on top of her. She wanted
to be completely beneath him, to look up into his eyes when
she gave herself to him. Wes complied. Gracefully he positioned
his knees between hers, holding his torso just off her with
one hand pressed into the silk sheets. No part of his body
had touched her moist sex until she rotated her hips to find
him. His mushroom head touched her velvety moistened petals;
he allowed the tip to rest on the exit. He lifted his lips
off hers, breaking the kiss and prepping her for his entry
with his eyes. He put a finger on the hidden dimple of her
face, extracting that infectious salacious smile of hers
and whispered I want you. As his finger passed down her
jaw line, he simultaneously moved his lips to hers and penetrated
her slit below with his swollen member. A distinctive moan
of pleasure escaped deep from her throat as he entered her
glory. Her fingernails dug into his back the deeper he entered.
He reached her back wall and paused, allowing her to relax
and fully encase him. A smile widened his face and exposed
dimples on each side. Shelia put her hand in the small of
his back and commanded his movement inside her. She rocked
her hips up as Wes pressed her down into the cool silk sheets
below them. Shelia rotated her hips in tight circles around
his shaft, Wes responding by holding back his plunges,
hovering his cock inside her to feel her work a magical sensation
with her lubricious flower around him. Wes alternated
his kisses from her bosom to her lips, behind her ears and
over her neck and shoulders. For the moments that followed
they made love, touching the spectrum edges of ecstasy.
Together they approached the sexual intensity that carried
them beyond rational thought. Wes felt her body language
and slowed and quickened his thrusts as if he had radar.
Shelia too read him and pushed his senses and excitement
to the edge, bringing him back to her when she felt like it.
The essences of their lovemaking begin to reach their outer
limits of control and each passed signals that preceded
the impending sexual release. Wes lost his control first.
He pressed his lips firmly on Shelias and kissed her hard
and voraciously. Shelia felt his explosion, arched her
hips, landing him against her back wall. His hot squirting
cum brought forward her contractions and she exploded
with her wet offering, washing her creamy lubricious cum
over him, soothing the tenderness that his ejaculation
created. With the same magical pace that took them to brink
of their trysts, their bodies calmed in each others embrace.
You are a wonderful lover Shelia, he whispered. Oh Wes
she cried, You are a pleasure to make love to and she hugged
him tight. Wes slipped from her and rolled off. Shelia turned
her body over and nestled her head on his chest, the top of
her head resting under his chin and a hand tucked between
her cheek and his bosom. Wes stared heavenward at the ceiling,
not focused on anything, stroking her hair tenderly until
both were lost in blissful sleep. He wished this dream had
no ending, but it would. For the rest of the night, it didnt
have to.
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