Fun With Bubble Wrap

The soft glow of candle light is all that lights the room. In the center is a thick pile of blankets and pillows on the floor, a bottle of wine in an ice bucket, and two glasses nearby.

“Hi Baby.” His deep sexy voice draws my attention. He stands in the other doorway, barefoot, wearing jeans and a tight black tee shirt, his dark eyes picking up the glow of the flickering candles. A smile slowly spreads across his face as he walks over to me and gives me a soft kiss.

“What is all this?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“I thought I would help you relax after work.”

Placing his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer to his muscular body, he nibbles my neck as he unzips the back of my skirt and lets it drop to the floor. He steps away and watches me take the rest of my clothes off, his eyes getting darker with desire.

I slip off my bra and stand before him in nothing but my black lace panties. I smile as I see his eyes roam appreciatively over my body and I quietly ask, “Do you need help getting undressed?”

I watch as he leisurely undoes the button of his jeans, then slowly he slides the zipper down. A smile on his face as he lets his jeans drop to the floor revealing his long muscular legs and hard cock.

After the tee shirt joins his jeans on the floor, he walks over to me, takes my hand and leads me over to the pile of blankets and pillows. As he kneels on the blankets and beckons me to join him, I hear the sound of popping. “Julian, what is that noise?”

He smiles as he pulls a corner of the blankets back to show me the cause. “It's the bubble wrap.”

With eyebrows up, I ask, “Bubble wrap? Why bubble wrap?”

He replaces the blanket, a devilish look in his eye as he replies, “It'll be fun. Trust me.” He pats the blankets in front of him, a deliciously wicked lopsided grin on his face as he continues, “Come on baby, stand right here so I can remove those pretty panties.”

I step onto the makeshift mattress to stand in front of him and hear the poppity pop pop of the bubble wrap underneath my feet. I can't help but let out a soft giggle.

He kisses my stomach, “I told you it would be fun.”

His tongue swirls around my belly button, and then darts in and out (pop). He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly glides them down my legs. I place my hand on his shoulder for balance as I step out of them (pop pop pop). He smiles up at me as he tosses them over his shoulder; I giggle again at the sound of the bubble wrap.

With his tongue playing with my belly button, sending ripples of delight throughout my body, his hands knead the tender flesh of my ass.

“You need to shave Julian, your whiskers tickle.” (poppity pop)

He leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach to my pussy; kissing my outer lips, he inhales deeply, “Mmm baby, you smell good.” (pop pop)

Sweeping me off my feet, he gently lays me down and leans over me (pop pop poppity pop). He starts by leaving soft kisses over my lips and face as his fingers pinch and tease a nipple; my hands moving over his broad shoulders and muscular back (pop).

Our lips meet, this time for a long deep kiss; our tongues dancing with each other. His hand lightly moves over my skin causing goose bumps to appear and sending a wave of shivers through me. He holds both my wrists above my head in his strong hand as he gently sucks on my earlobe before nuzzling the tender spot on my neck just underneath my earlobe.

“Oh god Julian, that feels good.”

His lips and tongue continue to leave a trail down my neck, my nipples standing at full attention begging him to take them into his warm mouth. I struggle to get an arm free (pop pop) wanting to run my hands over his muscular naked body, but his grip tightens preventing my efforts.

He cups a breast with his free hand and holds it steady as his mouth descends on the waiting nipple. A moan escapes me at the tingling sensation that spreads over me as he rakes his teeth over the helpless little nub; it getting harder in want of more.

While his mouth mercilessly enjoys teasing my breasts, his hand slips down between my thighs; I spread my legs to accommodate his searching fingers (poppity pop). They run up and down my outer lips, caress the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and sweep over my hip. All the while his mouth continues its sweet torture of nibbling, sucking and teasing upon my breasts.

His fingers slip inside my slit, sliding past my sensitive clit, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath at this new feeling of pleasure he was stirring inside me.

I try to wiggle myself free of his grip (pop poppity pop), “Oh please Julian, let my hands go.” (pop)

His voice muffled against my skin, “Not yet.”

The weight of his body on mine, keeping me from squirming in my tortured pleasure as his lips begin to leave a trail over my chest and neck, making their way back to my lips for soft teasing kisses (pop pop pop)

He lets my hands free while he slowly kisses and nibbles his way down, stopping to briefly kiss and suck each nipple before continuing his journey (poppity pop), gently kissing my inner thighs as he pushes my legs up and open. He playfully snacks on my outer lips before slipping his tongue inside and licking me like an ice cream cone, his warm wet tongue swirling around my inner folds, causing me to groan in delightful agony; the way he sucks my clit makes my hips buck in overwhelming pleasure.

I reach a hand down and run my fingers through his soft hair, my voice just above a whisper, “Oh that feels so good.” He takes this moment to stop eating my eager pussy, leaves a trail of kisses across my stomach (pop pop) and pours some wine into a glass.

Julian swirls a finger around my throbbing clit as he takes a mouthful of wine and swishes it round in his mouth before swallowing it. He offers the glass to me and I shake my head no, not wanting my senses dulled to the pleasure that I know he will give.

One more swallow of wine and he settles himself between my thighs once again (pop pop poppity pop). He spreads my outer lips and his tongue licks me up and down before swirling around my clit. Small pleasurable convulsions shoot through me as he sucks my clit, his tongue flicking over it.

He kisses his way over my stomach and chest, bringing his lips to mine. On his lips is the taste of me combined with the wine, a soft buttery combination; his voice almost a growl, “You and the wine go well together.” as his hard cock slips inside me. He moves in and out of me slowly, teasing me, pushing my arousal even higher before he starts to kiss his way back down again (pop).

Making his wet tongue more firm, he licks me up and down; swirling around every part of me before slipping it up inside me. The exquisite feel of his tongue moving in and out causes me to moan in delight, “I like that.”

He settles again on sucking my clit, his tongue randomly swirling and flicking the sensitive sweet spot (pop). I can feel my heart starting to beat faster as my climax makes its way forward. Slowly I feel my body relax and tighten at the same time; my breathing getting harder, faster.

When he slips two of his fingers inside me, pumping them in and out; his mouth sucking harder, I feel a faint tingle course through my body and become a rolling thunder of orgasmic pleasure. I reach a hand down and grab his hair, every convulsion stronger than the last with each flick of his tongue as I scream out his name in ecstasy.

His mouth continues to suck, his tongue flicking, teasing out every last bit of my pleasure, until I push his face away as my clit becomes too sensitive for touch.

My heart pounding, my skin hot, my muscles shaking from weakness; I watch as he makes his way up to lie next to me (pop pop). He reaches across my body and grabs the glass of wine.

My voice breathless as I smile and ask, “Can we do that again?”

He takes a swallow of the wine, gives me a brilliant smile and replies, “Anytime, Baby.”

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