Part 5 You look at me with those mischievous eyes, eyes of lust and desire.

You rise to meet me, our eyes locked, searching, probing, kindling the fires of our mutual passion. You're next to me, your breasts brushing slightly on my chest, my erect length sandwiched between us. Those lips -- lips that brought such pleasure to me moments ago -- appear more beautiful, more inviting than ever. Slowly, so slowly, they move toward mine, your breasts pressing fully against me as we embrace with the strength of our passion. Your kiss is as lovely as the first kiss. Feeling your soft mouth engulf mine, receiving my tongue, sucking on my lips.

Our hips grind together, as we stand next to the couch, locked together, immobile -- a moment of sweet tenderness in the swirling tempest of passion. At once, you push me back, and I take in your loveliness. My hands trace your curvy form, from your soft shoulders and neck, to your voluptuous mounds, your inviting waist. I fall to my knee, burying my face in the loveliness of your belly, sucking and kissing your navel.

Kissing downward, thrilling in the trembling of your legs as I near the musky sweetness of your softness. You pull me up to you. You're determined now, a different kind of mischief, and you push me down onto the couch, on the edge. I start to rise, but you push me back down, standing over me, your eyes devouring me. One foot stays on the floor as you straddle me, sitting up fully, your crotch rubbing my thigh, one hand caressing my length and the other grabbing my chest.

Your softness leaves it wetness on my leg, as it slides up to my hardness. I feel your warm wetness on my length now, as you slide up and down the length of my length, pressing it against my belly.

Your eyes tell the story, as you stimulate yourself on me. your pace quickens, your face contorts with concentration. With each slide, I ache to thrust into you, to soft placeuage the thirsting of my member. Your eyes shut, you ride me the slippery monorail. In a burst of energy, you move to my mouth.

You grab my head and pull me into you, pulling my hair now, pulling hard, rocking and thrusting on my beard. It hurts, hurts so good. Watching you, writhing in ecstasy, playing my mouth, riding me, my length wants to burst, I have to stroke it. You totally control my head with two handfuls of my locks. You place your personal place in my mouth. "Suck it now. Mmmm" and I try to fiind it, but it's become so small. Ahh, there it is, hiding, shrinking, ready to explode. I suck it out, pulling it, teasing, as you direct my mouth.

Your eyes roll up, and your body shivers. Still you play me.

Again, waves rock your body.

"Oh god! Eat my softness! Lick me, you bastard!" You release my head, reaching back now to grip my length, squeezing hard, pulling, pumping. Your moaning dies down, until only your lips move in unheard cries. Again your body tenses, I feel the waves rocking you. You stiffen, hard as a statue, perched over my mouth. With a shout, you collapse onto the couch, spent, exhausted, moaning. You're so exotic, so warm, so inviting as you lay back, gathering your breath. I lay next to you, stroking your hair, caressing your damp skin. Kissing you softly, gently.