| Iris, Chapter III I cradled her face in my hands, sad to pull away from our endless kiss, but I just wanted to look at her. I needed to look at her precious face, to gaze into her beautiful brown eyes and admire her perfection. It always stuns me to look at her and try and absorb the sheer quantity of such intense beauty. Even if she were thirty, she would be an exceptionally lovely thirty-year-old. And add to that the fact that she's actually fifty-four, and her beauty just baffles me. I must admit I was nervous as I started to run my nails gently over her upper chest, working my way down from her neck to her heart, preparing her for what I had in mind. She didn't object, but rather tipped her head backward and closed her eyes in pleasure. My fingers wrapped tentatively around her breast, and slowly I started to apply pressure. I started by squeezing, then massaging, then alternating with a lust-driven rhythm between the two. Even through a shirt and bra, she was sensitive. I started to unbutton her shirt, keeping my eyes on hers to watch for any sign of discomfort in her face. The moment I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, I held my breath in hushed anticipation. The hot, heavy, perfect orbs that fell free of it were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen in my life. She sat motionless, nervous, in uncharted territory as I touched the bare flesh. I massaged and kneaded one breast in each hand, causing her hands to tremble as they ran through my hair. Then I focused both hands on her right breast; using one hand to continue squeezing the pale mound, and with the other I ran my fingernails over her dark areola, barely grazing the nipple. She jumped, and audibly gasped. I continued to work on her breast, causing her every possible sensation from a loving caress to gently pinching and tweaking the nipple. Her gasping became a moan as I placed a deep, soulful kiss on her heart, my cheeks touching her breasts. I continued kissing her, running my tongue down her cleavage, kissing and sucking her chest and solar plexus. When I finally turned my mouth's attention to her breasts themselves, she began shaking so hard from the ecstasy that I had to lay her on her back so she would be comfortable. I first ran my tongue all over both beautiful mounds, then with soft kisses, then a combination of licking, kissing, and sucking, until I had tasted and touched every centimeter of them. She moaned loudly, uninhibited, when I finally focused my attention solely on her nipples- swirling around them with my tongue, licking them, gently taking them between my teeth and letting her feel the pressure. And then, like a child, I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked softly, like a nursing baby, and she held my head to her breast like a mother does, despite her complete surrender to lustful ecstasy. I straddled her belly, supporting myself on my arms, as I switched over to the other nipple, causing her to lose herself more and more with every move I made. I was drawn back to her lips by an overwhelming force of temptation. I fucked her mouth with my tongue, not forcefully plunging but licking and sucking and moaning into her mouth. My hands each cupped one of her heavy breasts, kneading them, and for the first time that night, I could actually smell sex on her. (to be continued) |