The rim of pleasure, the feel of his tongue against my core, the movement of his hands against my breasts as he did me. With the soothing feel of two dances of pleasure, I was at my limit, I was drunk in the essence of all the ecstasy he has to offer, my voice mixed with both moans and the call of his name filled the area, as he brought me to the highest pinnacle and I was loose and spent from the multiple time he made me cum.
My back arched against the platform, my breath rapid and unstable. My features hung with beads of sweat, suddenly it was all too hot and I craved cold water, anything that could cool down these heated sessions... I wasn't sure I could take it anymore... Nicklaus tortured and gave me pleasure at the same thing, it was out of control and wild, I held onto the step for balance. This was really a punishment from him, of both pleasure and torture as he toyed with me in the most seductive way, my senses were filled with him and all I think of was ONLY him.
