FRAMED IN DREAMS

He started to kiss her. Helen sank into it. This man was, without a doubt, the best kisser she'd ever known. She didn't know if he was as good with his hands as he was his lips, but if he was, he'd be worth every penny he asked. But he was deadly with his lips.

He took his time, like tasting her mouth was the only thing he had in mind. He licked and supped at her bottom lip, making it an erogenous zone she never knew existed. His lips caressed in this half kiss that had her hungry for more, needy for her top lip to be included in the sensation. When he switched his attention higher and treated it to the same loving as he'd given her bottom lip, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Finally, when she couldn't take any more of the teasing, she put her hands in his hair and held his mouth in place so hers could plunder.

Sharing breath had never been this exciting, not even that afternoon. Then had been about comfort and desire, but now was about need and greed.

Instinctively she knew he was just as needy and greedy as she was. Finally, they pulled apart. She removed her clothes and he did the same. They were kneeling on the mattress in their underwear.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

She shook her head negatively. "No, I'm not, but thank you for saying so."

He placed two fingers over her lips stilling her words. Slowly he moved them lower, pulling on her full bottom lip, separating it from the upper, holding it down. Her tongue snuck out and laved at his fingers. His eyes widened with a renewed flare of desire. With fingers holding her lips apart, he began kissing her again.

Helen's breath caught and stuttered out on a sigh of overpowering need and desire.

After long moments, he separated them slightly. Helen licked her lips, missing the taste and feel of him against her, keeping her eyes closed to hold the memory.

But sounds soon filtered through her consciousness. It sounded like he was rustling paper.

She opened her eyes and heard him whisper, "No, keep them closed. I have a surprise."

So she closed them and stayed kneeling on the mattress. A few seconds later she felt something cool and deliciously sweet rub gently against her lips. Full, sweet, delicious cherries.

"Yum," she said, licking the juice from her lips and opening her eyes. He was holding a whole, deep red cherry just above her lips.

"They do a special cherries jubilee at the restaurant in Lewiston," he said. "This is my version."

He rubbed the cherry over her lips again and then put it in his mouth, lowering it until she had a choice. Eat the cherry or him.

She moved forward and nipped her teeth lightly into the small fruit. The taste of it exploded in her mouth, along with juice that was infused with brandy. Before she could recover from that delight settling over her tongue and taste buds, he set his mouth on top of hers, sharing the cherry and more with her.

The brandy moved down her throat and through her stomach like it was a wonderful fire. The kiss spun her out of control and suddenly she was wild for him, more than just his lips, tongue and teeth.

She pushed him so that he was on his back on the mattress. She worked his jockeys off his hips and down his legs. The sight of his wonderful full cock glittering in the candle light, with just a touch of his essence at its tip made her delirious. She had to have those strong nine inches as deep inside her as possible. She tore her panties and bra off, then settled her hips astride him, lowering herself until the head of him was just inside her pussy lips.

God, he was so big, so hot, so hard. She bit down on her bottom lip and slid another inch lower. It took all her control not to take him all in one shove, but she knew as good as it was now, it would only get better if she could only make it last longer.

So instead of impaling herself on him like her body and heart were demanding, she withdrew a bit and then took the head a little deeper.

The nerves just inside her pussy were throbbing with need. Her clit was pulsating with greed, wanting more.

She was wet, slippery wet with his moisture and hers mixing and they hadn't even gotten to the good part.

"Helen, God, please stop. I've got protection. Let me..." He trailed off as she took another inch of him.

He was right. She needed protection, but she was beyond that. She didn't want to stop. She wanted everything he had to give.

"I have an IUD," she gasped. "Oh, God, please tell me you don't have anything."

"God, no," he grunted. "Healthy as a horse." The last word trailed off as she slid down another inch, or perhaps two.

The head of him was teasing her inner lips. As she raised up again, he slid his hands down her body and managed to insert his index finger, palm up toward her tummy, reaching her G spot. God, with the size of his dick and his finger, Helen didn't know if she could take it, she was so filled. But after a moment, her muscles stretched and accommodated it.

When he applied the perfect amount of pressure Helen felt her clit swelling even more.

"Come for me, baby," he said. "Come now."

His words were all she needed. She lowered herself down his full length, taking him to the hilt at the same time he pressed again hard on her spot.

Helen shattered into pieces and felt the quakes of his body as his eruption flowed into her.

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