Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative

Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative

We've chatted a bit and had some interactions, so I knew there was a spark between us. I found the courage to invite you over to my house one night, and now you're lying naked on my bed with me sitting on your hips.

I confess that I want to torment you as you lie on my bed. I want to hear you moan and make those gorgeous sounds that make my stomach feel so full. I want to drive you crazy, I want the loud pleasurable thrills to run through your body, and I want to watch and feel your body move.

I go to the drawer next to my bed and take out some soft ribbons. They're a thick white satin. As I show them to you, one end grazes your bare chest. I lean closer, my own tight nipples barely above your lips. You could lean up to lick and suck them, but you don't move. Your eyes are locked on mine, waiting. I run my fingers across your lower lip, down your jaw, and slide them from your neck to your shoulder. Then my hand moves down your arm to your fingertips, wrapping them around mine.

"I'm not going to tie you down," I whisper. "I'm asking you to hold this in your hands as long as you can, please."

I pull the ribbon up, but I'm not tying it. There's no knot. I just wrap it around the bars of the headboard and pull your hands towards the headboard so they're next to each other. I grab the other end and wrap it around your other hand. Your hands are still bound by the ribbon that's held in your fists. As I repeat the slow movements of my fingers over your lips, jaw, neck, and second arm, I let my nipples brush your mouth. Your tongue slides out and flicks the tip of the small pink nipple. I moan and rock my hips against you, sliding your cock head against my wet folds.

I wrap your other hand against the bars too. The ribbon is now in your hands. I slide my body down, leaving a wet trail of our combined pleasure across my belly as my mouth licks and nibbles your ear, then your collarbone.

"If you want me to stop teasing, say 'now'. If you want me to stop completely, say 'apple'," I say softly.

"I understand," you whisper, then close your eyes.

"You're making an important gift by letting me touch you this way," I continue. "You can release your hands anytime you want, anytime you need to."

I kiss your neck, biting your earlobe gently and then sucking it gently. I move my mouth to your ear and trace my tongue over the shell.

"I want to hear you moan," I murmur.

I roll my tongue over your earlobe.

As I press against your body, I rock my hips, and the thick head of your cock rubs against my core. With one hand resting on your chest, the other slides down to my wet folds. I coat my fingers with my juices, then lean forward and touch them to your lips. We kiss as we share my juices.

"You can taste how much I enjoy you," I say. "Now lie back and relax. Let's have some fun."

At those words, you give a delicious moan.

Since we've just met, I take my time exploring your body. Light touches make you shudder, and as my nails scratch your chest and stomach, you hiss loudly. Long wet licks don't seem to do anything for you until your nipples tighten when I blow my breath across the wet skin. I avoid the ticklish spot on your chest that makes you flinch, lying with my elbow next to your head while I keep my other hand moving through your hair. You keep your eyes closed and I wonder if I should use a blindfold if we ever play again.

I move away to stand by your feet at the end of the bed, looking down at my beautiful hot guy.

"You're beautiful," I think to myself.

I start kneading your ankles, arches, and toes, then move my hands up over your calves while my lips plant little kisses. Your breath quickens as my hands reach your inner thigh, and my tongue follows, nudging your legs further apart. I also crawl in between them. Your erection is rigid, and there's a slight trace of moisture on the tip. My hands continue going upward, but my lips hang back. I lay my head next to your thigh and stare into your eyes as my hands ultimately reach your cock. One hand climbs up and rests at your hip, while the other circles the base of your penis very lovingly.

You twitch with relief as you moan out, "please."

I loosen my grip on your hip and offer your erect penis a bit of space. You moan again more audibly. My fingertips trace back and forth over your penis, ensuring not to touch the tip. My fingers play with a prominent vein near your groin. I watch your face as I repeatedly drag my fingertips up and down. Your breath hitches and your mouth starts to form the word "please" before I wrap my lips around the tip of your cock. I glide my tongue back and forth along the tip and suck the droplet of precum present. You release a pained "God!" and I smile around your hard cock. When our eyes meet, I remove my mouth with a small pop.

"Did you like that?" I inquire.

Your pupils are dilated, and your breathing is shallow. I feel your heart racing through my fingertips. You stare at me.

"That felt like an electric shock," you reply.

"Are you sure it wasn't too much?" I timidly ask.

You shake your head in answer.

I lift a brow and wait to hear more as I resume my light touches on your penis. I loosen my grip on your hip to allow access to my clit.

You smirk at me and say, "You're extremely talented. I didn't think I could stand much more of the anticipation, and then your mouth just... it was devastating. But then it was gone.. damn!"

You scream out, "And now you keep going with those unrelenting featherlike touches!"

Your heart is racing, and you can feel your cock poking against your stomach. You sigh and say, "I don't want this to end, but at the same time, I want to release myself inside you right away."

I am eager to hear you moan.

I'm laying beside your legs, my fingers occasionally touching my clit with soft, slow circles. A pillow cushions my head against your thigh as I lean my head back, taking in your muscled body as it contracts slightly. I've observed your hips twitch in response to my hair. I decide to see if I can provoke this reaction again. My hands leave your cock, and I hoist myself up onto an elbow, allowing my long hair to fall over your thigh and hip. I see you twitch at this ticklish sensation.

"Next time, I'll have a few feathers," I suggest audibly.

For a few minutes, I relish in caressing this delightful area between your hips. I roll my hands over your body while I probe my lips into your skin. I kiss on the line where your stomach and hips connect, nuzzle your hips, and nip gently. I rest my chin on your belly button, realising my attention has wandered from your needs. I become distracted by my own pleasure. I glance at you, and your eyes are glued to me. You appear to be engulfed in intense arousal, which is mirrored on your face.

"Oh!" I mutter to myself, "You liked that too?"

As my insecurity creeps in, I doubt myself. I'm not exactly model material. I'm in my 40s, stand at 5 feet tall, and the last time I weighed 30 pounds less. Yet, the way you're looking at me makes me question my self-doubt. I conclude that I have adequate confidence.

"Are there any places or things I shouldn't touch?" you question suddenly.

My hands freeze, and my entire body remains still.

"We have a special word," you say with a playful smirk. "I'll use it if I need to. Everything you're doing to me is ... I've never felt anything like this before. Please, don't stop."

I relax and with a confident smile, I give you a sultry look, "As you command."

Now it's time to heighten our pleasures. I slowly trail kisses up your body, sucking on each nipple as I go. I slide my hand down your stomach along the trail of hair, and you shiver and breathe shakily. I pause and look up at you.

"That tickles a bit, but maybe don't do it often," you say.

I place my hand on your stomach and nod. Then I continue moving lower, until I reach your cock. My fingers flutter at the underside of your tip.

"Get ready," I whisper into your ear.

The shy smile I've admired for so long appears on your face, filling me with a naughty sense of accomplishment. I run my nails down your chest and let out a contented hum when you hiss out a breath and squirm at the light scratches.

As my hands reach your cock, I feel it growing further, pulsing. I reach for the small bottle of lube I bought specifically for tonight. I warm some in my hand before applying it to your length; your body tenses and releases a breath. My fingers enclose and stroke once, twice, and I curl my fingers with a twist around your head before sliding back down.

With a slightly stronger grip, I repeat the strokes. The third time my hands grasp and pull up your cock, my tongue slides flat and wet from your perineum to the base of your cock. That's when I hear your first moan.

I relax my grasp slightly, and stroke you in a steady rhythm. My thumb softly rubs your frenulum each time my fingers reach the tip and twist slightly. My tongue laps and sopping your balls. I start sucking each one gently into my mouth, and with my tongue swirling, I hear you moan again. Gripping a bit harder, pumping a bit faster now, I kiss your thighs, your eyes closed and fists tight against the ties. I shift from one thigh to the other and lick a little higher on your cock. I nuzzle my lips, my chin, and nose at the base of your cock and your hips buck hard. My hand stops moving to the top of your cock, I slow down my strokes, and release the grip, and I hear a soft whimper escape your lips.

I'm so turned on I'm sure I've ruined the sheets. I get on my knees so I can slide your cock between my breasts. This gives me an idea. I angle your cock down and press the head between my breasts. I inch forward, and your cock slides deeper. Your hips thrust and I grin at you, you thrust again, and the tip peeks out at me.

"This was a long-standing fantasy of mine," you say. "I just never met the right girl."

I don't respond. I'm well endowed, and with my current weight, I completely engulf your cock.

The deep red color of your cock is a striking contrast to my pale skin. I open my mouth wide and let my tongue press almost to my chin but just out of reach of your cock. Your eyes widen, and you thrust again so close that I can feel your breath. After another thrust through the valley of my breasts, I wonder if this is where you'll release your hands. Thrusting a few more times, you don't let go. So I flick out my tongue. The groan as you thrust again and again, and I let my tongue press a bit more onto the tip of your cock is almost enough to push me over the edge.

"Tell me... before you... are about to cum," I pant between thrusts.

"I want to paint your chest right now," you reply.

"Maybe next time."

I increase the pressure and speed up the rhythm on my clit. You groan and writhe trying to feel a bit more of my tongue. You want more, but can't quite reach it. Then I quickly move forward. Your cock slides smoothly into my mouth and presses forcefully, I push down hard and swallow your cock to its depths. You stare, dumbfounded, and I hum as I pull back from your cock. All the air seems to have left your lungs.

"Breathe," I say, and you gasp sharply.

I swirl my tongue around the tip of your cock, dip my head to wrap my lips around the tip, and then pop back off again. You gasp sharply and I grin at you.

"There's my good boy," I say, and drop my mouth back onto your cock.

With another profound inhale you say, "I won't be able to hold back much longer."

I answer with a long, wet lick and pull away.

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This is my favorite part; I relish sucking cocks. A pussy is enjoyable, but a mouth, it takes a girl truly enjoying you to give you an orgasm through a blowjob. I wield power between my lips. I'm doing this now, no more playing coy or holding back. I want to hear your maniacal moans now.

One hand at the base of your dick, the other playing with my clit, I press your dick into my mouth. I slide down the entire length, pressing against my hand to create suction just before pulling back up. I swirl my tongue around the tip then dive back down, keeping this consistent pattern as your hips begin to buck. Is it two minutes? Maybe five? I couldn't tell you, nor do I care.

You're groaning now, nearly every time my mouth descends onto your shaft, causing me to move my hand to cup your balls and delve further down your shaft. This steady suction continues as I finish the bobbing up and down, gently rubbing your balls in my hand, a finger drifting to your perineum. You give out a gush of air and draw out a prolonged moan. Although your cock is buried inside me, my pussy clenches tighter.

"I'm going to cum, I must, I can't!" these words tumble together amongst groans.

At this prompt, I engulf you completely, forcing my tongue rigidly against your shaft while rippling it up and down your length. Your headboard creaks as you yell, I release your balls as your hips buck and spasm. Your semen showers down my throat, and I must pull up before you're fully done. I'm out of breath; there's simply too much cum for me to swallow. I sink down onto you again, my nose pressing to your stomach. You shudder and moan as you expel the last of your load deep inside me, wave after wave coursing through you.

As you decompress, I retreat your cock from my mouth, my tongue pressing in little waves during retraction. I rest my head to the side and lick at the tip of your cock, lapping upward to clean the remaining semen. I kiss your stomach, press my cheek to that enticing V position, and gaze at you.

Panting heavily, you ask, "...nearly?"

I shrug, "I'm now at an age where an orgasm just isn't viable. Still, touching is pleasurable."

Your face is filled with emotions as you speak softly, "Would you show me how you pleasure yourself?"

I... pause. I understand that masturbating is commonplace, I apprehend that you're attracted to me, my body... that's clear. I rationalize that I have no reason to be shy after what we just shared - you revealed a lot about yourself. But my subconscious overflows with negativity, nearly drowning my newfound confidence today.

You have no idea how infrequently I've shared this. I tend to do it quietly when no one's home or very late at night. I have to drink a fair quantity of wine just to think about touching the small vibrator I bought during an alcohol-fueled online shopping binge... Am I reluctant to share it because it's intimate or because it's disgraceful? I gaze up at your body. You're still breathing heavily, your hair matted to your face, and your hands still grip the ribbon binding I asked you to hold, even after you've climaxed.

Tentatively I sit up, leaning back on one arm as my legs fall open, crossing them across your thighs. I grasp the pillow and place it behind my back, then look at you, my nerves apparent. I close my eyes and press a finger to the hood of my clitoris.

No two bodies are exactly alike. I've seen porn stars pretend to pleasure themselves, perhaps it's viable every now and then. The thought that I don't resemble porn startles me. And I'm not unattractive simply because I don't look like them. I exhale a long sigh and attempt to relax.

You've put your trust in me, so I'll return the favor. My knees press against your thighs, my gaze fixates on a speck of chipped paint on the wall, I hear your breathing, smell our scent in the air, and taste your semen in my mouth. I recall the pleasure I witnessed and the sound of my own sigh is now deeper. I press my finger against the hood of my clitoris and back, recreating the delightful suction sensation I enjoy after a temporary break, usually caused by a passing thought.

Next, I run the pad of my finger in slow circles, applying pressure to the hood and just under the tiny nub of my clitoris. My clitoris has always been overly sensitive to direct touch, giving me a fiery, burning sensation instead of pleasure. Therefore, I circle around it, allowing my body to relax and the bliss to begin building.

I open my eyes and turn my gaze to your face. You look different, no longer exhibiting intense arousal. Instead, your eyes are half-closed and a different smile plays on your lips, accompanied by a sigh from me, this one even deeper. I look away again, feeling my cheeks blush as they spread across my chest. I maintain my fingering rhythm, seeking to involve you in the experience. I pinch my right nipple between my fingers, rotating it until it's erect. My fingers glide side to side across the hood of my clitoris, and the tip of my nipple brushes against it. I exhale shakily and slightly move forward. My eyes are tightly closed when I do this.

You whisper to me, "You are so brave." My cheeks redden even more.

As my pleasure intensifies, your legs encircle me, your feet pressing against my back. This strange, almost accepting embrace speaks of your willingness to respect my wish for you to remain restrained. My mind travels back to when I kissed your stomach, ran my nails down your chest, nibbled on your earlobe, and my body responds with heightened arousal.

"Beautiful," you say softly.

I close my eyes, arch my back, and tremble.

"Make me moan, little one," you request in a hoarse whisper.

I open my eyes, lean toward your face, and whisper, "Now."

Suddenly, your arms wrap around me and you position yourself on top of me.

"Can I finally touch you, taste you, make you moan? Please!" you say urgently.

I gently tug on one of the ribbons.

Your arms lock around me and, in the next instant, you're hovering above me.

In a growling voice, you ask, "Can I finally touch you, taste you, make you moan?"

I start a quiet "yes" that morphs into a gasp as you dive toward my body. Your lips tease along the folds of my sex. You grasp my hips and raise my ass, placing a pillow beneath it to keep my pussy at your desired height.

You devour my sex with your lips and tongue, nibbling on my flesh as if you've been starving. In moments, I feel the tension in my body reaching a climax, another involuntary shiver racking through my thighs, my breath catching in my throat, my hands clenching in your hair. I watch your face to make sure you're enjoying yourself.

I demand, "Can I hear you moan too?"

Confusion flashes across your face. "Now, what?" you ask.

"NOW!" I exclaim with a force stronger than I anticipate, as I grasp the ribbon and tug.

In a heartbeat, your arms embrace me.

In a growling voice, you ask, "Can I finally touch you, taste you, make you moan? Please!"

I utter a resounding "Yes!" and immediately feel you between my legs.

You ascend my body, your lips descend upon my belly, then my sex, your hands clasping my hips as you lift my ass. The pillow is already beneath me, but you adjust its position to keep my pussy at your exact preference.

With ferocity, you devour my sex with your mouth and tongue. You suck and lick and nip at my flesh as if it's your last meal. In moments, I feel my core clenching, additional shivers rippling through my thighs, I'm gasping and swallowing, my fingers tearing at your hair. I feel your fingers inserting themselves into me, and they caress a spot I'd never noticed before. I cry out as you slide your fingers in and out of me, and your tongue explores my clitoris.

I writhe and contract around your fingers, crying out repeatedly. Toward the end, you crook your fingers, and I climax.

An unearthly scream escapes my body as I flail and quiver and shudder, my pussy clenching around your fingers as they gently stroked the hidden spot. You ride my orgasm out with me, maintaining your constant, insistent pressure, causing my orgasm to last longer than I've ever felt before. When your movements eventually subside, I slowly recover from my ecstatic state.

At this point, I inquire, "What did you like best?"

Not fishing for a compliment since I already know you enjoyed yourself, I'm curious about what I can do again.

You shift your position and trace your fingers along my arm, resulting in a chill that sends shivers down it.

"I couldn't pick a favorite moment," you confess. "This has been the most intimate experience I've ever had with someone."

Your expression becomes contemplative, and you gently lay the back of your hand on my cheek.

"Right before you sucked out my spirit through my cock," you laugh, "You were completely immersed in exploring me. The look on your face as you kissed, caressed, and shifted in the space between my Valley of Venus was incredibly sensual."

Then you shrug, "That's a pretty good reason to keep working out, define those lines for me."

"No," I counter, "I don't want to kiss a marble statue. You are powerful and supple and perfect just the way you are."

I pause, then continue, "I kind of got lost in the moment and forgot that I was supposed to concentrate solely on you."

You sigh, "The feeling of knowing that you were so turned on by this flawed guy was incredibly arousing. Maybe I should appreciate that part of me too."

My eyes widen upon hearing your words. I remain silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Despite how delectable every part of you is, the moment I saw your torso stretch and your shirt lift, revealing that skin, I realized I had to find the courage to speak with you.

I disclose this to you.

Then, encircled in your arms, my back pressed firmly against your chest, and your breath tickling my hair, I allow my eyes to close, my breathing to even out, and drift off into a dreamless, profound rest.

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