Sexy Serpent: A Tale of Temptation and Tongue

Darya Jane

SodCreate

The golden afternoon light bled through the window, catching the sheen of oil on my skin as I moved before you, a slow, deliberate dance of temptation. My shadow, a long and sinuous shape, danced on the wall as I bent over, the whisper-thin fabric of my skirt a mere suggestion against the curve of my body. My gaze, heavy-lidded and promising, held yours as I leaned close, my breath a warm caress against your skin, my lips tracing a path of soft, lingering kisses that made your entire form tense with a shuddering sigh. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart under my palm, a wild drumbeat matching the quickening of my own as my oil-slicked hands moved with a lover's expertise, coaxing you to a state of breathless, aching hardness. A soft, pleading murmur escaped my lips, a gentle command to hold back the rising tide as I slowly, so slowly, lowered myself onto you, a gasp catching in my throat at the feeling of our bodies becoming one. I began to move with an agonizing slowness, a rolling rhythm of my hips designed to prolong the sweet torment, feeling the strain in your muscles as you fought for control. Once your breathing steadied, I allowed the pace to quicken, my body undulating above you, the sight of my form moving in the gilded light a mesmerizing spectacle of desire. We shifted together in a fluid tangle of limbs, a silent conversation of pushes and pulls, until I sank down again, my mouth reclaiming you with a devoted, worshipful heat. The world dissolved into sensation, a crescendo of shared tremors and choked cries as you surrendered completely to the climax. In the quiet aftermath, I tended to you with a tender thoroughness, my touch a soft promise and my kisses a final, lingering taste of our shared ecstasy.