Slow motion love, tying it together

So, we have started step 1, laying out the main details, and step 2, starting to make the story by forming the main sequences. In this step, it will start to look more like the final story, with transitions between the different activities. Please note, this will make a basic story, but it will not be an ironed story. This is basically the rough draft of the story, so there will be some tense issue, some transitional issues, and some other issues that will need to be reviewed before mistakes and inconsistencies are identified. I will be removing the original outline from this, so it will look like a final story, but please keep in mind it will not be final quality. Some areas will be unchanged from the last step, while others will have needed transitional steps. This still has a ways to go before it is a finished story.


Laying down in bed, me in my pink, slightly see through nightie, panties black against the pink of the nightie, him in his boxer shorts, grey, elastic waistband hugging his hips, holding them in place. His leg lifts, placed across mine, course hair tickling smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my left leg, I place it over his, our legs intertwined, flesh against flesh. He leaned over, his soft lips touch my cheek, puckering slightly, mwah sound forming as his lips suck in air while pressed against my cheek. Hand reaching over, he pulls my face towards his, eyes locking with eyes, looking deeply into each other, his eyes occasionally flicking down towards my exposed cleavage.

His lips brushed mine, a light touch, feather soft, then left. Another touch, almost ticklish, before he pulled back again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before pulling back. It again came out, pink, to run over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly, but so lightly, pressing against my lips. I kissed his bottom lip, sucking it slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of his lips. Our lips press together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.

Our tongues pushed out just beyond the teeth, to meet in the middle, touching tip to tip. His tongues probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slips into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used and still giving his breath a bit of a bite, clean, fresh. I feel his teeth against my tongue, then brush just beyond the tip of his tongue. Penetrating his mouth, oral intercourse. (May need to drop this, or figure out a better way to do it)

Our tongues start entwining, feeling each other. I touch the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste centers, so he knows what I taste like. I continue exploring his tongue with mine, running over the smooth surface, top, moving to the side, our tongues dance together, hug each other, wrapping around, acrobats in motion.

As I feel his tongue leave my mouth, his lips leaving mine, leaving my lips wanting, he pauses at my lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses travel down, leaving my lips completely, to the area just below my bottom lip, the labiomental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He pauses, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, wetter kisses dotting my chin.

His mouth moved down, small kisses, until it hit my neck. He started kissing my neck, lips puckered out. His tongue slips between his lips, the kiss blending together with his lick. Removing his tongue, his lips press firmly against my neck. My skin pulls tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck is pulled into his mouth. His teeth come down, slightly grazing the skin in his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.

He trailed his mouth up my neck, small kisses along the way, until reaching my earlobe. Taking my earlobe into his mouth, he sucks on it, nose breathing heavily in my ear. I am frozen in place, electrified, shaking ever so slightly, feeling a slight tingle between my legs, my pussy gets wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, driving me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.

Once I can move again, I run my fingers down his back, clawing it slightly, hearing the gasp from him as I come close to breaking the skin, needing a release from the tingles running up and down my spine from his ear play before I explode.

As my hands run up and down his back, my tension building as if I am about to burst, his mouth moves back to my neck, down it, then leaves. He moves over to my shoulder, the same slow, wet, small kisses.

His teeth bite into the strap of my nightie, tugging at it, until it hits the end of my shoulder, and is then pulled over to fall down my arm. His kissed make their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. He takes the other strap with his teeth, again pulling it until it falls off my shoulder, down my arm.

nightie falls down slightly, barely being held up by body pressed to body:
No longer secured on my shoulders, my nightie slipped down slightly, only held up by our horizontal position.  I could feel my nightie falling, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, just the top of the swell of my breasts peeking out, tantalizing the senses with dangers of exposing my breasts, still hidden, but in danger of being exposed. (Still needs some refinement)

His mouth moved, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, as his kisses continued across my chest, pushing his head against me, wanting it somewhere more intimate.

His hands came up, pulling my nightie, down, exposing first the tops of my breasts, the fabric tighter as it pulled down further, over the swell of my breasts, until first one nipple, then the second popped free of the fabric, exposed now to the air, and his eyes. It was pulled down further still, showing the bottom curve of my breasts, where breasts meet rib cage (What is this area called? -Cannot find name, will skip for final version), to bunch around my ribs, below my breasts, now fully exposed to his watching eyes.

His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, downward. His hands moved up, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, to caress them. His thumbs left one nipple, to be replaced by his mouth. The opposite nipple was grasped between his thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. His mouth left, and his hand came back up to my breast. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand, as he kissed my stomach.

The nightie was now getting in the way, so he pushed it up. (Need to change wording, making it sexier) No longer needed, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling my nightie up and over my head, fully exposing my upper body to him with the fabric no longer in the way of the view of my topless body, skin exposed to him completely. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping, fondling, playing.

His kisses continued, down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and pushed into the sensitive area, licking the edges, then the bottom. Moving around, exploring it. His hands leave my breasts, running along my sides, causing me to giggle as they tickle my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.

Traveling downward, he caught the edge of my panties, almost as if attempting to keep in touch with my skin, no broken connection, even for the small amount of fabric at the sides of my panties. My panties pulled along with his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, further, my lips becoming visible, at first barely, then completely, the outside, just the topmost part showing as my legs pressed together. He continued pulling them down, knees, ankles, feet, over and off, the panties slipping free from me.

As he moved back up, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him, settling between my spread knees and legs. His mouth was placed against my pubis, licking my thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.

Hands moved under, grasping ass cheeks:
His hands moved around to my waste, slightly lower, traveling along my outer ass cheeks towards the center crack, until they firmly held both cheeks, one in each hand. Pulling my ass up slightly, hips rotating, his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. His lips continued kissing, lips against lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.

With my legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arm wrapped around my leg as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms now wrapped around my leg so his hands rested just above my pubis, he moved his fingers downward, until it came into the hood of my clit, running, massaging my clit through its hood. His mouth left my pussy, his other hand coming up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside my pussy to replace his now absent tongue (the absence noted, missed, to be filled again, expand).

His fingers worked their way inside me, rubbing the top of my vaginal canal, until they hit my g-spot, located at the top, pushing towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood. He continued working on my pussy and clit, moving the hood until his fingers were in direct contact with my clit, rubbing it, pushing downward and back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to to thrash as the tension built within me. Rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.

Removing his finger from my clit and pulling his other fingers out of my pussy, me moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia majora nice and wet, then worked his tongue inside, around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with saliva and pussy juices.

Now, thoroughly wet, he sat up, pulling my hips, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. He pulled my legs up, my ass hanging above the bed just slightly, then spread my legs, opening my pussy wide, hungry for his waiting penis.

He rubbed the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, against the lips, along the slit, up and down, getting the head nice and wet (Second nice and wet, throwing off flow, need to change one or other). Once his head was wet with our juices, he pushed it inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pull back, lubricating more of his penis with each push, until I swallowed the hole of his shaft, our groins connected together, deep inside. He lifted my legs, putting them against his shoulders, then started pumping (thrusting?) into me.

In slow strokes, he would pull his penis out, until only the head remained buried inside me, then push all the way in, until his shaft was swallowed. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, almost out, then push back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. (Away to show each stroke without unneeded repetition?) His hips sped up, the long thrusts happening faster, pounding me, my thighs slapping against his sides, the noise increasing in volume as his breath came deeper. His penis, pounding into me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside.

He paused, then shifted his legs outward, until his knees poked through under my knees, giving him better balance (awkward explanation, need to refine description). He laid down on top of me, wrapping his arms around me, giving me a hug, holding me tightly against him. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing my pussy. He shifted his head down, finding access to my nipples, his arms still holding me against him. My hips started gyrating.

I moved my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat down, keeping him deeply inside me. Then I shifted my hips back and forth, moving them first towards him, then away from him. Getting into it more, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, feeling his penis shift around, inside me, stimulating all areas (areas? Need to refine). The motions in my pussy felt wonderful, pushing me further. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, and lust overwhelmed me, my hips moving faster with my want, my need, my desire. My hips moved quickly, frantically. In my passion, sometimes it was just back and forth, or I would lift my hips up and down, or side to side. Other times, I kept my circles going, so frantically. His penis almost popped out, my actions no longer controlled, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beading our brows, my legs getting sore from pushing our bodies almost to the point of breaking, it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, shaking in his arms, my mind empty of thought, consumed only by the bliss running through my body, almost too painful (how to describe a feeling that is rapturous, yes almost borders on torture?).

Once I finished, calming enough, he picked me up, laid me down beneath him. Keeping his penis pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth, tongue to tongue, cheeks, neck, breasts. He showered my upper body in kisses while he remained motionless below, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy wrapped around it. Letting me bask in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips started their movement.

Slow thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements sped up, until the sound of our flesh could be heard, slapping together, making naughty noises. Our stomachs, his side against my inner thighs, slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movements. His thrusts shortened, speeding up, becoming quicker, urgent, his tension building. Our breaths came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up more. Finally, he pushed in, shuddering slightly, pulled out, then back in, shuddering again.

thrust again a couple more times, jerk:
cums into pussy:
His body shuttered one last time, as he pushed his penis in as deeply as it would go, as he jerked slightly (to many as?), his hot cum filling the inside of my pussy.

He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breathing heavily. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis soften up, slowly pulling back, until it was too soft to remain inside. He kissed me and played with my nipples a bit while he softened, until at last it popped out of my pussy, too soft to be able to stay inside. With his penis now gone, and my pussy no longer plugged, I felt his cum, just a little, leak out of me, dripping down, underneath my pussy, running down my perineum, until I felt it leak down the crack of my ass.

He got up, went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum, pussy juice covered penis off with the shower. As he came back, passing me on my way to the restroom, he kissed me, smiling shyly, while his cum dripped down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum dripping down, leaving a slimy trail down my inner thigh.

I grabbed the shower, shifting my arm around until the head was pointed at my ass. (Better way to describe? Arm behind my back, aiming shower at my ass, right at top, so water was flowing directly between my cheeks) My other hand snaked around, running along the crack of my pass, then working its way inside as I ran my fingers up and down, across my anus, washing out the cum that had leaked there, paying attention to my anus, running my fingers over it, pushing slightly on the surface.

I brought the shower head around again, spreading my legs, then put the nozzle next to my pussy entrance. Spreading the entrance open, I felt the warm water rush inside my pussy, cleaning out the cum. Water rushed inside my pussy, warn, delicious, one long cum shot, working its way inside my pussy, flushing out the cum that came before, cleaning me out and filling me up, before rushing back out of the entrance, dripping past my pussy lips, down my legs, down the drain. (Still needs refined, seems a bit forced now)

Once cleaned out, I ran the water over the surface, washing the outer lips of my pussy, then focused on my legs, to wash away the excess cum that had leaked down them, and the slimy trail it has made while oozing down my leg. (Try to make more erotic, without excess?)

Nice and clean, I toweled off, then headed back to bed. Putting back on my panties and nightie, I snuggled up next to him, caressing his face, occasionally kissing his cheek, until I could feel his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.