Making Love to my Man
James was waiting for me in the bedroom while I got ready. The steam in the bathroom from my relaxing bath had fogged up the mirror, but I really didn’t need it to see, I know my body in such intimate detail that I could get dressed with my eyes closed, blindfolded and in the dark. Luckily, I had candlelight to help me as I unwrapped my terrycloth robe and began applying my Amaretto Truffle Coconut Body Oil from head to toe. I loved the feel of the slippery substance between my fingers as I warmed it between my palms. I started at my toes and didn’t miss a spot all the way up my legs. I massaged the muscles in my calves and my thighs, feeling my soft brown skin slip and slide under my touch. I poured more of the sweet smelling oil into my palms and rubbed it gently into the baby soft hair on my mound. I couldn’t resist the temptation and I slid my fingers in between my lips and rubbed my clit gently for a few seconds, starting my sweet juices flowing. As I worked my way upward, I cupped my breasts and softly pulled my nipples with my fingers. By the time I finished my ritual-like anointment, I had massaged oil all the way down my shoulders, arms, back, and full round ass. James likes to call it my ghetto booty, I much prefer to refer to it as my Afrocentric behind, giving way to a less offensive description of my very bootylicious derriere. When it was all said and done, I was glistening and smelling like a cookie fresh from the oven in grandma’s kitchen.
I put my ankh toe ring on and a cowry shell anklet around my ankle. My belly chain lay softly on my hips, right above my black panther tattoo. I chose a small charm of the sun for my navel ring and I pulled my dreadlocks up on my head and secured them in a style that would be sure to keep my shoulder length tresses out of the way later on. I applied only the tiniest amount of lip-gloss to my full, sensual lips and I admired my adornments and prepared myself for the most dramatic accessory of all. I slid the leather straps of the harness up my legs, over my thighs, and secured the fasteners tightly. I felt my heart skip a beat and pulse race as I prepared myself for the pleasure that was about to come.
The soft light from the television screen flickered and illuminated the bedroom. Waiting on the black satin sheets, stroking his dick watching a video we had made of ourselves a few months back was my soul mate. When he looked up and saw me, he started stroking his erection that much harder and staring me deeply in my eyes, connecting with me as only lovers can do that know each other beyond the realm of words. His dick was completely hard and looked so inviting. James turned me on so much it was all I could do to keep myself from straddling him and lowering my hot, tight, pussy down on every steely inch of his manhood. But tonight was a night for a different sort of pleasure.
I moved to the edge of the bed and he stood to kiss me. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. His erection pressed against my stomach and I felt the moisture that had collected at the tip against my skin. He grabbed my ass with his strong hands and kneaded the soft flesh. I melted with his manipulation and met his thrusts with my own. This time, his dick was met with my own formidable counterpart. The hard, silicone, black dildo that I wore sensually rubbed against his own flesh and bl**d ebony column of hardness. Our mouths found each other and we shared our lips and tongues in a passionate kiss.
In an effort to get him prepared, I had him lay on the bed and I straddled his back to give him a much-needed deep tissue massage to help him relax from the stresses of a hectic workweek. I poured a heated pool of his favorite ginger/fig/honey body oil on the small of his back and began working out the stiffness and creating more stiffness in other parts of his body. I caressed and soothed away frustrations caused by contracts that didn’t get signed, vendors that didn’t come through with promises they made and clients that were making irrational demands. His head lay serenely on his folded arms and I could hear him breathing peacefully as I worked my way lower down his body, to the backs of his thighs. He spread his legs slightly and I rolled his heavy balls gently in my slippery fingers. He arched his back at the stimulation and let out a low moan that let me know he was ready for more. I had other plans however and I was going to prolong the pleasure for as long as I possibly could. I massaged oil into the backs of his thighs and down his legs and took an extra long time rubbing the acupressure points on his feet. Quiet as kept, he’s ticklish and every time I would hit the right spot, he would giggle like a little boy. It’s so sweet when he does that I can’t help but get a little thrill from seeing such a strong man, in body, mind and spirit, squirming and laughing like that.
I turned him over and had him lay on his back. It was my turn to have my breath taken away. His beauty is beyond words, its something that emanates from him, in the way that he carries himself. His body is a work of art. His smooth muscles ripple beneath his brown skin, and his stomach was a prototype for a washboard. His dick stood proudly, inviting me to it. I accepted the gracious invitation and made my RSVP with a sensual kiss.
I lowered my mouth to the head and gently placed my lips to it. I looked up at him as I bestowed the first of many kisses to my lover’s hard dick. I took my tongue and began softly lapping at his precum. “Mmmm, you taste so good.” He tried to grab his dick and start stroking it again but I took his hands and held them firmly to the bed as I made my slow and sensual descent down his dick with my mouth. I could hear him gasp for air and he gripped the sheets, letting me know that I could use my hands for other things. I grabbed the base of his dick and began stroking it and licking it at the same time and he was thrusting his hips, trying to fuck my mouth. My spit was running down his balls and I was rolling them between my fingers again.
“Oh shit, that feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he kept chanting. I knew the buttons to push and I worked his dick with my mouth. I stared deep in his eyes and I started sucking my finger. He knew the routine and spread his legs. I took my wet finger and lightly caressed the tender skin around his asshole. I barely touched it but he almost jumped out of his skin. My objective was not to penetrate him, just tease him lightly so I circled my finger around the hole and kept licking and sucking his gorgeous dick. He grabbed the pillow to cover his head and I put a stop to that immediately. I wanted to experience all his pleasure and that included him moaning and groaning. The beauty of our relationship was the fact that we could give and take pleasure so freely and I wanted to soak up every bit of his arousal.
James was never one to ask for more, especially when we were engaged in strapon games, he was always content to let me drive that ship, control the pace. I told him, however, that part of the turn on for me was knowing how much he loved me inside him, of hearing him beg me to fuck him. “Say it baby, I know you want it, say it for me.”
He looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin, he was squirming and thrashing around on the bed, moaning and groaning. I was relentless in my assault, deep throating him, licking him, sucking him, and rubbing his spot. He was holding on to some macho bullshit rules that told him that he couldn’t ask for it but I would not let him get off that easily. I was determined to hear him say it. I can’t tell you how incredibly wet I get, knowing he wants me inside him, knowing I’m giving him pleasure like that.
He rolled over on his stomach. It was time to get a little more adventurous. We were prepared for the night’s adventures so I reached over to the nightstand and took the Vanilla Cream Oil of Love and poured just a tiny amount right on his hole. It gets hot when you blow on it so a gently breathed hot air on his hole. James was in heaven and kept telling me it felt good. I took the tip of my tongue and started gently lapping at his hole, enjoying the way his body reacted to my tongue fuck. It was more than obvious that he was enjoying it as much as I was. I made a mental note that he was going to have to lick and finger my ass later on in the evening because I loved it more than he did. He was at his limit for foreplay and finally said, “Boo, you know it feels good, come on,” but that wasn’t enough for me. We’d been through too much together for me to let him get away with that. I began rubbing the cheeks of his ass, making the full mounds slippery with the oil. I took the bottle of lubricant and drizzled it all over my strapon, and began stroking it as if it were my own flesh and bl**d extension. I loved the look of the beautiful brown penis that was protruding from my body. We had chosen it specifically because it so closely resembled James’s tool. Fully erect, he is as thick as a can of one of those high caffeine energy drinks, you know the ones, and he is nearly twice as long. I loved the life-like feel of the veins and exacting details down to the head with its pisshole.
With my fingers slippery with lube, I began fingering him a little more. I took the tip of my finger and put it in him and he started humping the bed like crazy. I was working it in deeper and he was reaching back, pulling his ass cheeks apart, trying to get me to do it harder. This wasn’t our first time, so he was able to accommodate my fingers and my strapon with relative ease. “James! Tell me you want me to fuck you now. Say it. Beg for my dick in your ass.”
That was enough to send him over the edge. What did Vanessa Williams say? “Welcome to the comfort zone, when you need to be loved like you need to be loved.” James was in that zone. He got up on his knees, put his face down and looked back with lust in his eyes and said, “Fuck me!”
I swear I almost came right then and there.
I took the slippery head of the dildo and placed it at the entrance to his hole. I took my hands and rubbed them all over his back and thighs and he was practically pushing back trying to get me to fuck him. I held the dildo steady and worked the head in. The heat in the room seemed like it was at full blast but it was actually just our sexual heat. I looked down, at the point where I was penetrating him and I felt like I was literally inside him. I felt like I could feel that dildo like it was my own flesh and bl**d. I took a deep breath and I started pushing it in further. James was loving it and begging for more and who was I to deny him? I was stroking and pounding and fucking him deeper. Every time I hit his spot, he would moan out and inspire me to give him more. I reached around and grabbed his dick and started stroking him at the same pace I was fucking him. I swear he was literally screaming into the pillow. He was fucking me back hard and trying to get more and more of that strapon inside him. I started spanking that ass, letting him know I was in control, and he was loving every second of it. My nipples were aching I was so aroused. My pussy was leaking juices that were running down my thighs. My clit was being stimulated every time I would bury every single inch deep in his sexy ass. There was no way to fight it, he was going to cum and cum hard and I wasn’t going to be far behind him.
I grabbed his hips and worked my strapon with skill. “Come baby, give me that cum. Prove to me that you love me fucking you hard and deep.” He grabbed his dick and started stroking it, gripping it tightly and working that hot white cum up from his tight nuts. “mmmmmmm, I’m going to cum, oh fuck, I’m cumming”
I released the straps that held the harness in place and pulled the covers up over us. We snuggled together, exhausted from the experience before we both drifted off to sl**p. Before the weekend was over, we would fuck in every way imaginable and I would cum so many times I actually passed out from pleasure. It’s indescribable how much satisfaction I get from making love to my man . . . in every way imaginable.
Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK