Evening Ritual (BGI - Mature Content)
By Ronnie K.
Kal loved his evening ritual.
They would get into bed nude, as was their custom. Diana would lay on her side facing away from him, while he lay on his side facing her back. She would wriggle herself until her backside was pressed against him. If he didn't already have an erection by this time, he soon did. She told him once that she liked it better when he was soft at first, so she could feel him become aroused. One of the things he loved about Diana was that she was never ashamed to tell him what felt good or what she wanted. Now that they were settled in, Kal could begin. From behind her, he could run the tips of his fingers all around her body. Long strokes that usually started just below her perfect backside and ran all the way up her back to her shoulders. It was a shock to Kal when he first realized that even just the sight of the soft, creamy skin of her shoulders turned him on, so now that he was able, he spent extra time there. Sometimes caressing, sometimes gently massaging. From there he would let his fingers stray over her shoulders and down her chest. He could not see what his fingers were doing, which only added to his pleasure. It added to hers also, judging by the quickness of her breathing. He allowed one finger to trace concentric circles around her breast, starting with big circles around the outer edge and finishing with tiny circles that caressed her nipple. Her nipple would harden at this and his finger would make its journey back to the starting point. After doing this once or twice, her nipple would be extremely hard, jutting out like a small caliber bullet. By the time his hand was cupping her other breast, he was raining light kisses on her back and shoulders as she began to rhythmically push herself against his manhood, her breath becoming slightly ragged. His hand would only circle her stomach two or three times before she would take his hand and force it lower. Now she has worked his hardness between her legs where her lower lips could caress him, her hips moving back and forth a few inches. He could feel the heat there between her legs like a tiny furnace. His hand brushes against the heat and the softness and the dampness. He begins to ache too as she gasps at the havoc his hand is creating inside her. He continues to kiss her shoulders and moves her hair so he can reach the back of her neck. She suddenly press against him hard while she arches her back; his finger has brushed against her womanhood and he can feel her losing her mind in the heat and the sensations he's creating. He can feel himself harden even further as he realizes that he can do such a thing to a goddess.
She turns to face him, the fire in her eyes the most potent aphrodisiac he has ever known. She doesn't ask; she demands. She brushes the back of her hand across his cheek with affection before she pulls his head down to her lips with desire. The urgency of her need now consumes him, until he is on fire too. He returns her kiss as their hands rush to caress each other. They will not stop until they are sated, and there are so many ways to quench a fire.
