CH 25 - #touch
#touch
Madison
Song: “Feelin’ Love” by Paula Cole
Was Luke’s kitchen clean? ? Were we in his bedroom? ? Did I close the blinds on his windows and draw the blackout curtains? ? Was Luke standing next to his bed with his long-lashed hazel eyes on me? ? Was his muscular chest rising and falling in anticipation of what I was about to do to him? ?
“Turn your Bluetooth off on your cellphone,” I said.
Once he had, I turned mine on, connecting to the speakers throughout the cabin. Then I picked up one of the shots of Buffalo Trace off Luke’s nightstand that I’d poured for us and handed it to him, picking up mine next.
“Cheers to you having an orgasm you’ll never forget,” I said, holding up my whiskey.
Luke searched my eyes, then lightly tapped the rim of his shot glass to mine, both of us downing the stout yet smooth liquid. After setting our glasses back down, I looked at Luke, clearly anxious to find out what I was going to do to him, sexually. It was written all over his handsome face.
“Now get your boots and the rest of your clothes off, cowboy,” I told him.
He didn’t say a word. He just stripped down to nothing as I watched and lusted after him.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Lie down on your back on your bed.”
After he did, I took off my apron, boots, and socks, dropping them on the floor beside Luke’s clothes as he watched me, his breathing deepening.
Next, I grabbed the red bandana he’d gotten out of one of his dresser drawers for me off the nightstand, folded it like I wanted it, and straddled Luke’s waist.
“I want you to be as still as you can while I make you feel good,” I said, gazing down at him.
He nodded. I blindfolded him with the bandana, tying it behind his head, then I continued talking to him, preparing him for this occasion.
“Have you ever watched the movie City of Angels with Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan?”
“Nope.”
“You don’t know what you’ve been missing. Plan to watch it with me sometime.”
“Alright.”
“The song I’m about to play, I first heard when I watched that movie. It immediately caught my ear because of how sultry it is. It’s also appropriate for what I’m about to do to you, so take it all in.”“Yes, ma’am.”
I tapped the play button on my cellphone, leaned over, and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. The only light in the bedroom came from the bathroom. I needed to see what I was going to do to Luke, but I also didn’t want the room to be too bright.
After tossing my cellphone aside, I grabbed the bottle of lube that I’d hidden under Luke’s other pillow.
Once I scooted down his thighs, I squeezed a good amount of lube on my left hand, rubbed it between my palms, and slowly massaged it on Luke’s abdomen in circles.
He kept taking one deep breath after another, his big dick already getting hard.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“Really good.”
Using one hand at a time, I started sliding them from the bottom of his dick to the top.
He had a full erection within seconds. I continued stimulating him, but by using both of my hands, still moving them from bottom to top, alternating my movements as if I was pulling and pushing one hand at a time.
Next, I lightly rubbed circles around Luke’s leaking tip with the tip of my finger while using my other hand to hold the base of his dick firmly.
Then I began lightly stroking my fingertips over its head, making my way down and back up all the throbbing inches.
Luke’s breathing grew even deeper, and his stomach quivered.
I formed my hand into a shell shape and started swirling it around his tip over and over.
Realizing he was close to cumming, I began gently massaging his testicles with one hand and rubbing the other up and down his abdomen and chest. Then I held the base of his dick firmly again and wrapped my fingers on my other hand around him, gently squeezing while moving my hand up his dick in a steady rhythm.
He was rock-hard and kept groaning. It was time for me to finish him off.
Using my palms, I made masturbatory movements on his first few inches, followed by using both of my hands, moving them up and down in opposite directions on either side of Luke’s dick, steadily picking up speed.
He grasped his bed’s comforter, started groaning even deeper, and pumped his hips.
White streams of semen shot from his dick, covering his abdomen and chest and trickling down his sides to his back.
I kept stimulating him while running my other hand over his semen, spreading it across his warm skin.
His orgasm went on and on. After it ended, I rested my hands on his dick and on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart.
Once it evened out, as well as Luke’s breathing, I took the bandana off him, his hazel eyes fluttering open.
“What did you do to me? Use witchcraft or something?” he asked, looking up at me, still straddling his thighs.
I giggled. “It’s called tantric massage. It’s a holistic, sensual, and spiritual form of bodywork, aimed at awakening sexual energy, balancing emotions, and fostering a deep connection between two people rather than just physical pleasure.”
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“I read a lot,” I said, using the same statement he’d made to me when I asked him how he knew the ancient Celtic belief of a true goddess being redheaded and green-eyed.
Luke rubbed his forehead, grinning at me. “I’ve never cum that hard before.”
“Can’t say that anymore.”
“Did you ever do this to—”
“No, I never cared to please Ty in this way.”
“So you’ve been keeping this talent of yours to yourself.”
“Yep, while being anxious to try it on someone who would appreciate it.”
“Oh, I appreciate it a hell of a lot. Madison, my head is still spinning, and my skin feels like it’s vibrating.”
“Good.”
I stuck the pointer finger on my right hand into my mouth and sucked Luke’s semen off it.
“How do I taste to you?” he asked.
“Delicious. You’re creamy and salty like an ocean. Here.” I held my middle finger toward his mouth. He parted his lips and tasted himself. “What do you think?”
“I am like an ocean.”
“I could drown in you.”
“Ditto, baby. Ditto.”