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The blackness of her pupils, which have completely devoured the innocent blue, attracts me like a black hole absorbs the starlight.
Starved, I lower my lips to her mouth. The contact jolts me like a hundred thousand volts. I breathe in the air out of her nose, intoxicating myself with the CO2. And with her taste on my tongue.
Slender fingers tug my T-shirt from my waistband and push it up over my chest.
Still kissing her, I unbutton her blouse and push up the cups of the bra. The touch of skin on skin makes my fuses burn out. With a jerk, I pull the T-shirt over my head. Fascinated, I watch as she, in turn, strips off the blouse and, with her hands turned behind her back, fiddles the bra open.
With every breath she takes, her perfectly shaped breasts bulge out towards me.
I can’t get enough of them. Only peripherally do I notice how she opens the buttons of my jeans and frees Jolly Jumper from the confines of his stable.
While she slips the denim down over my thighs, I bend down to her breasts and kiss the perkily erect nipples.
Fucking hell! Her taste, her scent, the softness of her skin!Although it must be 19 degrees in the apartment, a trickle runs over my skin like ice-cold snowflakes.
Now Celine pushes herself away from the door, takes my head with both hands and shoves it down to her flat belly.
Tenderly I dip my tongue into her belly button while I unzip her skirt at her back.
The fabric falls almost silently to the floor, she sighs deeply and sensually.
But my breath gets stuck in my throat. Because my groping hands feel… nothing. Not a shred of fabric covers her private parts.The idea she was sitting at the dinner table without panties…I pinch the crisp curve of her buttock to convince myself I’m not dreaming.
“Ouch!” she squeals, suppressedly. But she does not pull away from me. Instead, she grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down another floor. Short-trimmed curly hair tickles my nose.
How good she smells!With both hands I spread her thighs, sucking her scent deep inside me. My senses must liquefy in the crucible of emotions as she answers the licking of my tongue with fingernails that dig into my shoulders.
She gasps, I gasp.
As if in a dance to silent music, we circle each other, with her standing and me on my knees.
Only when I can’t drag out our foreplay another second without imploding with lust do I come up and enclose her nipple with my lips one last time.
From her chest’s tremor, I realize she feels the same way.
Without leaving out her breast, I push her across the room, past the transverse closet wall to my bed.
She sinks backward onto the mattress; I climb behind her.
Leaning up on my hands and knees, I remain above her, taking in every curve, every bend, every wrinkle of her body. Then I slide my leg over hers, spreading her thighs with my knee. I can almost hear Jolly Jumper whinnying as his glans touches her trimmed pubic hair.
She moans, arching her hips towards me, but I just gently lay down on her.
Skin on skin, flesh on flesh, bone on bone.
Jolly Jumper’s shaft presses itself lengthwise against the folds of her pubic area. Every square inch of its skin senses the rise of her temperature and the swell of her flesh.
“Philipp?” she whispers. Breathlessly.
“Yes?” I push myself up, searching her breast with my lips.
She gasps hard as I begin to suck. At the same time, the pulsing in her private parts increases. “Philipp!” Her voice breaks. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing me against her, only to grab me by the shoulders and push me off her. “Philipp, do something!” she shouts at me.
“Anything you want…” Though my lips tingle, I bravely turn to her other breast.
“Yes!” she cries, bending over backward. “No!”
What am I supposed to do?
