Romantic Erotica
"La Jolla Fog" a sexy story by Dave DelVal
Adrianna was lying naked on her stomach on the bed when I came out of the shower. Her head was resting on her forearms. She was facing away from me, but I could see her face in the mirror that she had positioned by the bed.
She was watching me.
I walked across the room and sat down next to her on the bed. Neither of us spoke. The windows were open and the breeze that came up from the cove made the curtains dance. The breeze was cold and invigorating. The coastline was immersed in fog. The ceiling fan twirled slowly, circulating the scent of sea salt throughout our suite. The small orange flames from the three candles that Adriana had lit flickered in the breeze. It was when I noticed them that I first smelled the scents of jasmine and vanilla in the air. The candles were sitting on the dresser closest to the door, a good distance from the windows. I hoped they would not blow out. I wanted everything to be just right. I knew Adrianna did as well.
Dino was playing softly on the stereo. It was "Be an Angel." One of our favorites. Adriana had been careful to pack the double CD of his that we both loved in her travel bag. She was good that way.
She lay there now before me, on her stomach, the woman that I loved like no other before. She was perfect in every way and I loved her and desired her and wanted nothing more than to make her feel incredible. I placed my left hand on the scruff of her neck and ran my fingers gently down her spine, stopping when I came to the small of her back. There were goose bumps on her wet skin. She continued to watch me in the mirror. Her face betrayed nothing. Still, I knew what she was thinking.
I traced my fingers lightly over the small of her back. I liked that the precipitation from the shower was still on her skin. Adriana had naturally tan skin that would turn to a deep brown with the slightest exposure to the sun. She had spent most of the summer at the beach or by the pool. Accordingly, her skin was now as dark as mahogany. I was in awe of how exquisite she looked and, as my fingers gently stroked her smooth skin, I felt as if I were touching gold.
I ran my fingers slowly up the rise of her buttocks. This made her shiver. I looked at her face in the mirror. There was no change in her expression. I caressed her buttocks, thighs and calves, reveling in the firmness of her muscle tone and the softness of her skin. I did this for some time. All the while, her eyes never left my face. The room was chilled by this time, the steam from the shower long since spent. The fog continued to filter into our suite with each breath of the breeze. Still, despite the cold, our passion for one another blanketed our nakedness and kept us warm.
Adriana sighed and opened her legs slightly. In doing so, small beads of moisture ran down her thighs, disappearing into the comforter. Her eyes became anxious. This excited me. I began to trace my fingertips along the crack of her anus. With this, Adriana closed her eyes. That was not all that I did.
Adriana was breathing heavily by now. Grunting, really, like an animal. I could have listened to her all night. Her legs were open deliciously wide and the moisture that ran down her ass, thighs and calves soaked the comforter.
I took my hand from her body and stood up from the bed. She looked at me quizzically. "What?" she began.
I shushed her. "In a minute," I said, smiling. I shut the windows and swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of water. When I was done, I handed the bottle of water to Adriana. She took a long drink and handed the bottle back to me. I switched off the ceiling fan and turned on the heat. A low humming noise followed. We looked at one another.
"I have never desired a woman more than I want you right now," I said softly.
Adriana smiled at me and rolled over onto her back. She opened her legs slightly. She had shaved in the shower and her pussy looked exquisite.
"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life," I said.
"Maybe you should get out more," she teased me.
"You think so?"
"No, not really."
"All right, then. It's agreed."
"Okay."
It was more than okay.
I sat down on the bed and kissed Adriana on the mouth. We kissed for some time, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. As we did, we caressed each other's shoulders, backs and necks, murmuring and sighing to one another, longing for more of this and especially a lot of that. I planted small kisses on her neck, ears and shoulders, nibbling on the ticklish spots and lingering in the regions that I knew would increase her desire. All the while she moaned softly and kissed me on my neck and shoulders, her small, sharp teeth nibbling lightly on my skin, her longing increasing with my own.
I took Adriana's right nipple into my mouth and sucked on her breast. She sighed deeply and cradled my head in her hands. Her beasts were small and lovely and white and I kissed and sucked them greedily. The pinkish-brown circles around her nipples matched the color of her vaginal lips. I ran my tongue over each circle, the right one first and then the left, taking each nipple in between my teeth and biting down sharply. Adriana gasped and dug her nails into my neck and shoulders, leaving marks that we would later laugh about over breakfast at Cody's.
I worked her breasts over for a long time, pausing occasionally to watch her stomach rise and fall, and pressing my head to her chest to hear her heart race, knowing all the while that I had all afternoon and all night to feast on her, every inch of her, however quickly or slowly I desired to do so. It was the most intoxicating of sensations, this knowledge. On the one hand, I wanted to take my time with Adriana and savor everything that I did to her. Yet, by the same token, I wanted to proceed swiftly and covetously and take her without haste.
Which is what I did. With my mouth. Slowly. Divinely, really. I kissed my way down her stomach, teasing her belly with my tongue, nibbling along the contours of her hips and waistline and poking my tongue in and out of her small navel. Adriana alternated between giggling and breathing in. Her eyes were closed, her eager hands roamed over my shoulders and lower back. She was enjoying herself and I was happy to be pleasing her. It was all that I wanted to do.
I licked her thighs and calves slowly, admiring how well sculpted she was and how delicious the sweat that ran from her pores tasted. I planted a kiss on her toe ring and ran my tongue along the gold ankle bracelet on her right foot. I had bought both pieces of jewelry for her, knowing how sexy they would look against her dark skin, but also anticipating when I could do to them as I was doing now. For a change, anticipation was surpassed by reality.
In a moment of mirth, I tickled the soles of her feet until her giggling turned to high-pitched shrieks and then, finally, measured pleadings to stop right this instant. As her giggling subsided and the anticipation of knowing what lay next filled her eyes, Adriana became silent. This was a moment as perfect as the prettiest of sunrises. The pause before the overtaking. Our eyes met and we smiled at one another, she lying on her back with her wet thighs open and ready, I in between her legs, poised to render onto her the sexual act that I enjoyed the most, as I adored her above all others.
I planted a small kiss on her pelvic bone and rested my head on her belly. The room was warm and still. Down below on the beach the surf crashed against the rocks. The fog was holding steady. I lifted my head from her stomach and ran my tongue slowly over Adriana's wet cunt, tracing the succulent folds of her lips and greedily drinking the nectar that secreted from her open vagina. She shuddered and closed her eyes. I licked her pussy and sucked on her clitoris. I did this for a long time, mesmerized by how she moaned and cursed and spread her legs the more that I worked her over. The time, thankfully, went by ever so slowly as I continued to take her in my mouth, licking and sucking on her sweet cunt, getting her wetness all over my lips, chin, nose and cheeks. In time, I inserted one, two and finally three fingers into her pussy, thrusting deep inside her expanding hole, all the while sucking on her clit, until at last, Adriana began to moan, quietly at first, a low hum, really, until, the pace of her breathing quickened and the moaning segued into yelling and then at last screaming fits of passion that echoed throughout the room and down the hallway into the other suites on our floor. This no doubt would have brought the manager to our room had I not clamped a hand over her mouth, which led both of us to dissolve into laughter and collapse against one another in a heap of naked tan and white skin and sweat and vaginal juice and sex and desire and lust and love.
Finally, when the laughter died down and the hotel manager failed to call our room, much less pound on our door, we laid in each other's arms and kissed for some time before retreating to the shower where we soaped one another up and down and rinsed each other off and let the hot water beat down upon our bodies.
We returned to the bedroom, resting our hands on each other's rumps while we crossed the room, the Spanish tiled floor outside the bathroom feeling cool to our feet before giving way to the warm, smooth hardwood floor that spanned the length of the living room and bedroom. Adriana stretched out on the bed and looked at me. I paused to clear my throat.
"Ahem."
She rolled her eyes and turned over onto her stomach, her legs up in the air. She looked at me and smirked, the blush rising in her cheek. This amused me. She turned away and placed her head on her forearms and looked away from me. It was the same pose she had assumed when she had laid on the bed earlier in the afternoon.
"Tilt the mirror so I can watch," she said after a moment. "I want to see your tongue on me."
I did as I was told.
And then I did something else.
I knelt at the foot of the bed and patted the back of her claves lightly.
Adriana spread her legs slightly, knowing what was coming, but wanting me to take charge. I did just that. I placed my hands on her thighs and squeezed, spreading her legs wide as I did so. Adriana gasped. I looked at her face in the mirror. Her eyes were open wide and she was smiling. I spread her ass cheeks and slowly ran my tongue from the tip of her tailbone all the way down to her pussy. I did this several times before beginning to focus all of my attention on tonguing her rump hole. I lapped at her asshole for a long time, flicking my tongue over and inside the tiny crevice as it gaped and expanded to accommodate the probing of my tongue.
Adriana moaned and squirmed all the while. As her excitement grew, I inserted my fingers one at a time into her pussy. With each introduction of another finger, Adriana's breathing became heavier, her moaning huskier. She ground her pelvic region to meet the rhythmic pumping of my thrusts, grunting wildly as she did so. She started sweating profusely and periodically tossed her head back to shake the wetness from her forehead and cheeks. She alternated between shutting her eyes and suddenly opening them widely and then quickly glaring into the mirror to watch me while I dined on her luscious asshole and my ministrations brought her ever closer to an orgasm.
Whenever our eyes would meet she looked away in embarrassment, her face etched in concentration, the sweat dripping from her chin and earlobes, her mouth gaping and snarling. As she had earlier in the
afternoon, Adriana shouted as she came, her body shuddering, her vaginal juices drenching the bedcovers and sheets, her right hand reaching back to grip the back of my head and propel my face and tongue into her rectum, her lovely, smooth cunt open and avariciously embracing the fingers that were deep inside her and lathered by her dampness.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Goooooooooooooooooooooodddddddddddddddddd," she shouted. "Ahhhhh, my Goooooooooooooddddddddddddd!"
And then...nothing. Beautiful, sweet nothing.
Her eyes closed, Adriana nestled against my chest, her right arm around my waist and her legs parted slightly. Spent.
After lying motionless for several minutes, she spoke. "Water, please," she whispered, her eyes still shut. "Please. Now. Water."
She uttered each word slowly, as if it were a chore for her to speak.
I got out of bed and took an Avian out of the refrigerator. She emptied the bottle in one long gulp, dripping water down her chin and neck. Rather than wipe the liquid away, she continued to lay with her back against the headboard and the water ran down in between her breasts before pooling in her
bellybutton. She handed me the bottle when she was through.
"Thank you," she said softly.
I slid under the covers and she came to me, resting her back against my chest. We snuggled together in the bed. The candles had long since been blown out. The room smelled of sex. It was the best smell there was. It was the scent of my lover. I could have laid there forever.
I glanced down at Adriana after awhile. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. I caressed her rump and felt her sigh.
Christ, how I loved her.
I looked out the window at the churning of the sea. The fog had lifted. The sky was gray and dotted with squawking seagulls.
Some time later, I felt her tongue in my ear. "My turn," she whispered.
So it was.
And all the while, the gulls continued to squawk.
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Copyright December 2007, Dave DelVal
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally Published December 2007: XXXMas
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