A Lost Love Returns
Nuada was arranging their trip back to Tuatha Dé Danann. Alone in her rooms Kalli undressed. She went into her bathroom and stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. Kalli picked up the hairbrush and turned back to the mirror. As she watched herself in the full length mirror she noted the surreal sense that she was looking at somebody else. She felt as though it was somebody else who was looking back at her, but it was she.
As she checked herself out in the full length mirror she touched the blue ends of her hair. She stared into her eyes noting that they had not changed at all. She looked to her lips and found that the y were now a pale shade of blue. Her tattoos were not as dark as they had been on her blue skin. They stood out on her skin now, but not harshly. They looked as if they belonged.
Her hair was a mess from the day. It hung lifeless over her right shoulder cascading down her right breast. She began to stroke the brush through it, tilting her head to one side as she did so, gazing into the reflection, staring into her own eyes, almost mesmerized by this new reflection.
The brush caught a knot and pulled her head sharply, a slight sting from the jolt causing her to awaken slightly from her day dreaming state. She brushed the knot through gently and continued stroking her hair with the brush.
Nuada entered Kalli's rooms only to find she was not in bed as he expected. He entered the bathroom and saw her standing nude before the floor length mirror. He appeared behind her in the mirror, an impish grin adorning his face as his eyes met hers in the mirror.
"Hello, my love," he said as he kissed her on the neck, lingering for a second as he did so.
She felt as well as saw his hands slide over her hips and join together over her stomach as she continued brushing. Nuada held her to him and kissed her neck once more.
"Watch yourself. Watch what I do to you. Know that I love you," Nuada murmured against her ear.
Nuada's hands started to wander, working their way up my body and sliding over my breasts. She felt a surge of arousal as he did so. She watched and felt his tongue tracing up her neck. He knew how this turned her on and it just felt so good. He started to nibble at her earlobe and worked his way back down her neck, nibbling gently with tongue and lips as he worked up and down.
He had managed to touch the right. She turned her head and kissed him as they stood in front of the mirror. He kissed her in return, deeply, passionately, their tongues entwined. She felt the stimulus had started to excite him, to awaken his passions from their slumber. She could feel his desire as it hardened and he returned to kissing her neck. His index fingers were drawing circles around her breasts, around her nipples in particular as they stood erect, enjoying the attention they were.
She watched him in the mirror as he continued to play. Her hands looking almost lifeless, hanging by her side, the hairbrush in one hand, the other just limp. Nuada returned his concentration to pleasing her, as she just watched, the sense of surrealism rushing back at her as though it was a film, a dream, something that did not involve her directly as his hands continued to caress her, gently, lovingly touching her.
The sensation was electrifying, as one hand expertly caressed her while she watched. Nuada continued to play with her breasts, the nipples hard and ready to be sucked. But Nuada was in charge, he still had her pinned to him. She reached back behind me with her free hand and found his cock. Hard and eager, ready to please. She freed it from its confines and directed it upwards, almost feeling the surge of blood course through it as she did so, meaning it almost certainly would not go back down again, not for a while, not until it had delivered its pleasure.
She stroked him gently as he continued to play with her. She caught his eyes observing her body in the mirror. One hand squeezed, caressed and twisted her nipples and breasts. Whist the one hand continued playing with her breasts, the other slid across her tummy, drawing circles around her navel. Just a prelude, and sure enough it broke off from the circle and dived down gently touching her.
She was knew she was wet now, she could feel it, she could sense it and she was fairly sure Nuada did too. She felt him press harder. She felt him kiss her, she had not even noticed she had closed her eyes until he did so. She opened them again to watch the sight in front of her as his hands slid over her body, touching in all the right places, touching at just the right speed and strength.
As she observed, she felt her knees almost start to buckle as the sensations grew more intense. Nuada must have felt it also as his hands changed jobs. The hand that had been caressing her breasts now held her firmly, supporting her as he touched her wetness.
His hand slipped to her thigh and teased her, drawing circles on her inner thigh just below her need, then his fingers touched her directly, again, sliding up and down the not entering, just playing, teasing, waiting to be invited. But he must have felt the invitation; it was writ in the movement of her hips.
His fingers pressed harder against the lips, finding no resistance as she watched them in the mirror, again mesmerized as she watched first one, then a second slip inside, as she felt the sensations at almost a different speed to what she was watching, as though there were some form of time delay between picture and feeling. She felt herself collapse back against Nuada's chest, his hard cock still in her hand, gripped vice like but she had stopped stroking it, she had become too caught up in her own feelings.
Nuada pushed his fingers deeper into her, slowly to start with pleasuring her with them, in and out, she watched transfixed, touched her clitoris, drawing circles around it, the sensation was intense. She watched as she breathed in hard as he touched her, the sensations growing stronger as he circled and stroked it, alternating with a dip deep inside her. She wanted to close her eyes and lose herself in the orgasm as she felt it begin, but she could not, she did not wish to let this go past without watching every second.
Her legs were starting to buckle now and had it not been for the vice like grip of Nuada's arm she would surely collapse, a jelly like mess in front of the mirror. But he held her firmly and continued pleasuring her in front of the mirror. He knew the moment was near and picked up the speed.
She felt the tremors arriving, her body tensing as they did so. He kissed her neck as he continued to play with her. It struck her like lighting as the orgasm coursed through her, she could watch no longer as it did so, could keep her eyes open no longer as it arrived. Nuada's arm held her firmly as she twitched with delight as it passed through her.
And then it was over, she turned and kissed him, hugging him tight as she did so. She felt his hard cock. As she kissed him she felt his cock digging into her, one little push and it would be inside, she was so wet and relaxed it would take no effort at all. She kissed him again before she put down her brush. Then her hands slid down Nuada's toned firm torso, the sensation of the firm muscles tightening as her hands brushed over them, almost as though they were saluting her as her hands moved down to their commanding officer.
It was hard and hot. She looked in the mirror as she started to sink to her knees. A smile dawned on her face as she looked at herself and something inside said, wait… just one second. she stopped her decent and stood back up, she kissed Nuada again.
"Fair is fair, like for like, let's watch you then," Kalli said.
He looked quizzical, and as he did so she turned his face to the mirror. She maneuvered him closer to the mirror as she slid around behind him. She was pressing up against his back. Her nipples still firm, brushing the fabric of his shirt.
As had he just a short while before, she threaded one arm between his arm and chest, sliding her hand inside the shirt, squeezing his pecks. He seemed to enjoy the sensation. The other sensation he was about to feel, was her other hand. Her hand was wrapped around his shaft using all her fingers, a good solid grip, and there was plenty to get her hand around, although at the base, around was not exactly accurate, he was a solid guy, in so many ways. She watched in the mirror, having to stand on tip toe to see over his shoulder, so she could look down at her hand as it stroked back and forth slowly, deliberately, gently.
Nuada watched himself being played in the mirror. He alternated from watching her hand on his cock to looking at her eyes as she peered over his shoulder. Their eyes meeting every now and again as they switched vision from one element to the other.
He did not know what to do with his hands. Just as she had not known earlier. One hung limply by his side, the other was now stroking my arm as it clasped his chest. She watched intently as she slid her hand over his cock, up and down, slowly building the rhythm, slowly building the pressure and feeling his body with her other arm all the time. She could feel his heartbeat growing stronger, slightly faster, but definitely a sensation that it was beating more powerfully, as if to drive the blood into his cock, and it was doing well, his cock was sensationally hard.
Her fascination led her to experiment with her grip. She released three fingers from the grip and just used her thumb and forefinger to jerk him, she went a little faster, only riding up to the head and then back down to the base of the shaft. Alternating her speed, giving a few seconds of hard and fast, but checking all the time for tell tale signs that he was not thinking of letting go. She did not want that yet, she wanted to build the pressure up, get it all compressed inside, she wanted his cum all over the place, although she knew she would have to clean it all up later, right now, that seemed immaterial, right now, she wanted cum…everywhere.
She smiled, a big broad grin of a smile at the thought. As she looked up in the mirror she caught Nuada's eyes, looking back at her, he was grinning to, perhaps laughing slightly. Very unlike the Nuada Nuala knew.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she replied, the relish evident in her voice.
She slid her hand right up the shaft over his exposed and sensitive head. She could feel it grow as she touched it, his cock felt solid and time was nearly up as she increased the speed and power of her grip.
As she looked at his face she noted his eyes starting to lose focus, starting to close for longer periods than just a blink, starting to no longer look at his cock being rubbed or into her eyes.
Her hand stroked harder as she kissed his neck, watching his eyes close altogether now. His body was starting to rock in tandem with the strokes as she slid back and forth up and down his cock. His balls contracted into their firing position, the pressure was building up nicely indeed.
The hand that had been stroking her arm as she held his chest to her wrapped itself around her arm. His grip, increasing as the muscles throughout his body started to tense. The sensation was amazing. It was as though every muscle in his body had to tense just to fire the cum through his cock. It was always good to watch him cum, it was so hot.
His eyes were tight closed now. His body continued to tense, she watched as the veins on his neck becoming more pronounced as she watched over his shoulders, watching every aspect of his body as it changed as it altered, as it prepared to cum. She continued to tighten her grip, continued to build the speed, knowing that he was building up to a rapidly approaching climax. His body was rocking now, his feet stumbled slightly. She had no chance of holding him up, but she supported him, pulling him firmly into her body as she continued stroking.
The tell tale signs arrived quickly after that. His head rolled back onto my shoulder and I took the opportunity to kiss his neck, biting gently at the same time, watching my grinning face for a second in the mirror, wandering, just for a second who this woman was that looked back at me. This woman holding her man firmly against her, his borrowed kimono open and exposing himself to the world, with a strong hard cock being strongly and rapidly stroked.
His buttocks tensed, his free hand came back and started to seek out her still wet and excited pussy as though he needed the connection before he came. Her head span as he managed to insert a finger inside her, it must have been on auto pilot, a homing finger, and it came home.
The end was rapidly arriving now. His head back, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his face tensed as though in pain, he had stopped breathing and his body was tense and as she stroked him his hips pushed forward and then he came, he fired a short shot first, she continued stroking hard, a second shot burst out and splattered onto the mirror as he released his breath. He exploded. His body now shaking, another shot, ripped through his cock splashing on the mirror as well, and then a final few less powerful shots. The sensation of warm liquid all over her hand as she slowed her strokes, released the strength of her grip and kissed him again on the neck.
He became sensitive very quickly, jerking uncontrollably when she touched the head of his cock. He opened his eyes and smiled. His face returning to a more relaxed state, his whole body starting to relax. He turned his, head and they kissed as she released his cock, feeling it jerk.
As she gave him a kiss she could not resist, she lowered herself to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, giving it a small clean, wrapping her lips over the head and sucking gently, her tongue cleaning off the cum from it. She slid down to take as much of the cum as she could into her mouth and looked up.
She withdrew from his cock, smiled, and swallowed as she wiped the back of my hand over her mouth. He was engorging again and she knew he would be ready for another round by the time they reached her bed.
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