I let go of her and move to stand behind her. Without touching her, I lean into her, and say, “You are beautiful. Let me see you. All of you.”
She takes a shuddering breath and steps away. Turning to face me, I watch her slowly reach for the spaghetti straps resting on her skin, pushing them off her shoulders one by one. The sight of her undressing for me is more than erotic. It’s downright intoxicating. The silk slides down her toned body as softly as running water, revealing gentle curves, small but perfect tits, and a smooth, sweet cunt. My hands itch to explore it all. I want the warmth of her skin to seep into mine, warming me even if it’s only for a brief moment in time.
Nervous and hesitant, she covers herself with her arms.
“No, don’t hide from me.” I peel her hands away from her body. “You’re magnificent.”
“You’re being polite. I saw her picture. I know what you’re used to. And I can tell you right now that I look nothing like her.”
“Yes, you’re right. You look nothing like her, but I still want you.”
I watch her blush, and the color is so lovely on her skin, it makes me want to put it there again. My cock hardens, agreeing with me. I bridge the space between us until my chest is touching the tip of her tits. Her nipples harden, her breathing short and fast.
“And why shouldn’t I? You’re beautiful, desirable, and so fucking sexy.” My hand caresses her skin, starting from the curve of her shoulder to the gentle curve of her tit down to her stomach. “I want to trace my tongue along each curve and orifice of you.” I grab her hair, pull it to the side, exposing her neck, and lean down to kiss it, feeling her pulse under my mouth.
“Savoring the taste of your sweat, of your desire, of the secrets your body has to offer.” I straighten and place my hands on her hips, curling my fingers in her flesh, as I pull her flush against me.
Her eyes widen, showing me how dilated her pupils are. She licks her lips. “I want you, too.”
I cradle the back of her neck as we begin to kiss desperately. There’s no room for air. No room for thoughts. There’s no room for anything other than my lips on her, my hands on her skin. I breathe her in, letting her fill my lungs with her scent, drugging me with the smell of lust and want. I seek oblivion in her warm, inviting body.
My need isn’t for her.
My need is not to feel. To stifle the beating of my heart.
I break away and kiss her from her mouth to her neck, and all the way down to her tits, my tongue flicking her nipples, savoring the taste of her sweat. My teeth sink into her skin, making her cry out. Her pain is my pleasure. Her blood sates my thirst. She reaches for my hair, pulling me back up. Face to face, we kiss again but, this time, it’s her teeth that search to draw my blood and her nails digging painfully into my skin. It’s fucking beautiful.
I grab her hand and bring it to my erection, making her rub my cock over my jeans. “Now sit down. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
She sits down on the couch as I unbuckle my leather belt, unzip my pants, and pull out my cock, pumping it in front of her face. I step closer, watching the tip of my cock tracing her lips.
“Open.”
I slide it all the way in and then grab her head with my two hands and push her closer to me, feeling her suck me greedily as I pump in and out of her, fucking that sweet mouth of hers. Fast. Mercilessly. The pace is punishing but she doesn’t stop me.
Groaning, I pull out my cock that glistens with her saliva. I watch her wipe her mouth and chin. “Turn around and kneel on the couch. I’m going to fuck you now.”
She follows my instructions instinctively, but before she turns, I see the hunger in her eyes, too. She wants this as much as me. Kneeling behind her, I grab a condom out of my wallet. After ripping it open and rolling it on my dick, I take her by the hips and pull her ass out toward me. With my cock in hand, I spread her cheeks, slowly caressing her asshole and cunt, coating it with her wetness. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet already.”
She takes a shuddering breath and steps away. Turning to face me, I watch her slowly reach for the spaghetti straps resting on her skin, pushing them off her shoulders one by one. The sight of her undressing for me is more than erotic. It’s downright intoxicating. The silk slides down her toned body as softly as running water, revealing gentle curves, small but perfect tits, and a smooth, sweet cunt. My hands itch to explore it all. I want the warmth of her skin to seep into mine, warming me even if it’s only for a brief moment in time.
Nervous and hesitant, she covers herself with her arms.
“No, don’t hide from me.” I peel her hands away from her body. “You’re magnificent.”
“You’re being polite. I saw her picture. I know what you’re used to. And I can tell you right now that I look nothing like her.”
“Yes, you’re right. You look nothing like her, but I still want you.”
I watch her blush, and the color is so lovely on her skin, it makes me want to put it there again. My cock hardens, agreeing with me. I bridge the space between us until my chest is touching the tip of her tits. Her nipples harden, her breathing short and fast.
“And why shouldn’t I? You’re beautiful, desirable, and so fucking sexy.” My hand caresses her skin, starting from the curve of her shoulder to the gentle curve of her tit down to her stomach. “I want to trace my tongue along each curve and orifice of you.” I grab her hair, pull it to the side, exposing her neck, and lean down to kiss it, feeling her pulse under my mouth.
“Savoring the taste of your sweat, of your desire, of the secrets your body has to offer.” I straighten and place my hands on her hips, curling my fingers in her flesh, as I pull her flush against me.
Her eyes widen, showing me how dilated her pupils are. She licks her lips. “I want you, too.”
I cradle the back of her neck as we begin to kiss desperately. There’s no room for air. No room for thoughts. There’s no room for anything other than my lips on her, my hands on her skin. I breathe her in, letting her fill my lungs with her scent, drugging me with the smell of lust and want. I seek oblivion in her warm, inviting body.
My need isn’t for her.
My need is not to feel. To stifle the beating of my heart.
I break away and kiss her from her mouth to her neck, and all the way down to her tits, my tongue flicking her nipples, savoring the taste of her sweat. My teeth sink into her skin, making her cry out. Her pain is my pleasure. Her blood sates my thirst. She reaches for my hair, pulling me back up. Face to face, we kiss again but, this time, it’s her teeth that search to draw my blood and her nails digging painfully into my skin. It’s fucking beautiful.
I grab her hand and bring it to my erection, making her rub my cock over my jeans. “Now sit down. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
She sits down on the couch as I unbuckle my leather belt, unzip my pants, and pull out my cock, pumping it in front of her face. I step closer, watching the tip of my cock tracing her lips.
“Open.”
I slide it all the way in and then grab her head with my two hands and push her closer to me, feeling her suck me greedily as I pump in and out of her, fucking that sweet mouth of hers. Fast. Mercilessly. The pace is punishing but she doesn’t stop me.
Groaning, I pull out my cock that glistens with her saliva. I watch her wipe her mouth and chin. “Turn around and kneel on the couch. I’m going to fuck you now.”
She follows my instructions instinctively, but before she turns, I see the hunger in her eyes, too. She wants this as much as me. Kneeling behind her, I grab a condom out of my wallet. After ripping it open and rolling it on my dick, I take her by the hips and pull her ass out toward me. With my cock in hand, I spread her cheeks, slowly caressing her asshole and cunt, coating it with her wetness. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet already.”
