As I open the door, my eyes widen at how fucking gorgeous you look. You're wearing that black, lacy outfit – you knew it would drive me out of my mind. Just looking at how it hugs your body in all the right places – my blood feels warm, my pants are suddenly tight.
"…fuck." The only word I can say as my mind swims with the possibilities. You are going to be so. Much. Fun.
You're standing next to the bed, eager eyes awaiting me. We stand and look at each other, enjoying the burn of anticipation in our stomachs.
"I want you to bend over – hands there, on the bed." I say. My voice does not ask for a response.
You submit with a curt nod, your glance hanging on me as you turn your body and stretch down over the bed. The warm lamp light dances over the ripples of your back as you arch your beautiful ass up. It takes everything in my being to not just grab you and fuck you to an explosive finish. No, tonight will be gradual, a practice in willpower. I can feel my swelling cock splitting open your wet lips right now…
I walk over and stand behind you, admiring this beautiful ass that is offered to me. I grab your waist and pull you into me, as you feel my manhood through my pants. You let out a light moan – I squeeze my hands to let you know I share the feeling.
"Up on the bed." I let you slide out of my hands as you go up, staying on all fours. I walk around, admiring your every feature. Long legs, succulent breasts pressed tight, the sexy should peaking out.
"Play with yourself."
"Yes, sir." You lay on your side and let your hand slide down your thigh. You touch yourself lightly, fingers pressed together and rubbing in a slow, circular motion. A bit of hair and pussy lip peak out from your panties as you push the fabric around. You're already wet – perfect.
I unzip my pants. I see your eyes glance over at the sound.
Coming over to the bed, I take my hand to the side of your head and guide you. You continue rubbing your pussy, but twist your body to my guidance. I lay you on your back, head over the side of the bed.
You can smell my sex, that fucking beautiful smell. Passion, eroticism, desire, and raw need wrapped into that strange, sticky odor. You fucking love it.
"Open your mouth." You're still rubbing yourself, and take a moment to process my request. Your lips part slowly as your breath slows, your red lipstick sticking as you open that beautiful hole. "Tap me twice if I go too hard." We always set that rule, but have yet to use it. It's become almost a game – each time, I go a little further. The idea of finding a limit is intensely hot for both of us.
I slide my cock out of my pants, and set the tip on your upper lip. Your neck strains a bit as you slide your lips over the contour of my head. I close my eyes and take in the sensation – the first touch is always indescribable.
Gently, but with a deliberate thrust, I push into your mouth. My right hand reaches forward and begins to rub you through your panties.
Back and forth, I relish the gradual wetting of my cock with your saliva. As it becomes more slippery, I push a little deeper…and a little deeper.
My fingers push aside the lace panties. First, they dive down and slide into your wet hole, drenching themselves in your lovely wetness. I then withdraw and come up to your clit, gingerly pushing through your labia to find my prize.
At this point, there is a bit of a game, a bit of challenge. A contrast of sensation – my cock ramming harder and harder into your hungry mouth, but my finger ever-so tenderly rubbing up and down your little hard spot. I've done it enough that I've gotten quite good, but it takes a certain amount of concentration.
Your first gasp for air is like a signal for me. As you take your air, I thrust harder and harder. Your lips sliding over the burgeoning veins of my shaft feel incredible, a pleasure so intense that I can do nothing but moan in low grunts. I rub harder, one finger on your clips as my others dive deeper into your swollen lips.
"Fucking…ahhhh…." Words become less communication and more raw instinct. Sounds of our breathing and moaning mix with the light undulation of bed springs compressing.
I pull out of your mouth, with a satisfying pop. Damn, you didn't want to let go – you lovely slut. My lovely slut.
Your body twists in writhing passion as I pull my hand away. You turn over onto your front, in perfect sync with my intentions.
I take my shoes off and climb over you, kissing your body as I go. Your hands run over me as I pass over.
Arriving at your lovely, bouncy bum, I pull apart your cheeks and engorge myself. Your body twitches at the first sensation of my tongue, as it always does. Even with my face buried, I can picture your face – eyes shut, mouth in a slight smile, at perfect peace in this moment. Pushing forward, I enter you. Your swollen, wet lips part as my rock hard cock slides deep inside.
The veritable twang of pleasure shivers up your spine as tiny goosebumps spring up all over your beautiful ass. "Be as loud as you want," I tell you, as I curl my hand around your mouth. Your hot, sticky gasps warm my palm as I begin. I start slowly, in and out, with a playful pause between each thrust. My cock is pleasantly warm as I hold it in inside you, and your wetness caresses my balls in the most pleasing way.
My hand tightens around your mouth as I intensify, as I quicken. Your soft moans grow longer and longer, muffled by my hand. You're not loud enough to my liking just yet, so I fuck you harder.
"…ahh….ooohhh…"
Yes. Much better. Your pleasure is my pleasure in this moment, a pleasure that I control and permit. You show your adoration by moving your head around my hand and taking a finger into your mouth, sucking it as though another version of me were standing before you.
For a few seconds, our rhythm is perfected in that amazing wet sound of our bodies spitting out wet air as I thrust and thrust. As I groan, my hand creeps down to your shoulders. I press some weight on you, steadying myself as I reach deeper and deeper with my cock. "…Ahhh!….Ah!" You moan louder between whimpers as you feel me giving, bit by bit, my complete self to you. In my passion, I smack your ass, leaving a love mark, follow by another. "Fuck, my lovely little slut," I growl, "Come with me."
In a deft motion, I pull out and stand next to the bed. Reaching down, I grab your quaking body and turn you. Your hand grab me as we look into each other's eyes, before kissing deeply. Your hand on my bulging manhood and my hand squeezing your ass, we creep our passionately enwreathed bodies backwards, until we meet the wall. Twisting around, I plant you against the wall, giving you another firm kiss and then work down your neck. As you strain your neck, my lips follow the stretched muscles from your jaw to your shoulder. You begin to take off your little black outfit, but I hold your hand. You look so fucking hot in it, I want to just keep fucking you like this. I step back and give you a nod, my eyes burning with indescribable eroticism. Your red lips turn up in a curt smile, as you slowly (you teasing little whore) turn around, flipping up the lacy dress to reveal your lovely ass. You place your hands against the wall and spread your legs. I step forward, my cock sliding with your wetness across your thigh.
Taking it in my hand, I press it teasingly against your tight little asshole. You press back playfully, and I dip down to enter your wonderful pussy.
The time for any sweetness is now past – I grab your hips and push deep, and deeper, and deeper. Your body is first tense, then relaxes as I press you against the wall, hand sliding up your arms to press against yours. I fuck you hard. I leave your hands there, then wrap my arm around your waist, taking my right hand and reaching down to play with your swollen clit. It isn't difficult to find (it never is), engorged, ripe for me to enjoy.
Still fucking you, I press harder, forcing you to twist your head against the wall. I kiss you passionately on the neck as my body holds you like a vice against the wall. You begin to moan, and I smile as I fuck you even harder and deeper. Our breaths are raspy between the low moans and groans of ecstasy. A small beads of sweat forms on my brow – I wipe it with my hand and take a handful of your hair. I pull back a bit and you moan longer, and louder.
I give your clit no chance to rest, rubbing in small, circles as I bring you to the point of release. I can feel your legs start to give way, so I press you up against the wall, using this leverage to fuck you until you cum. Your legs buckle slightly and I hold you as you shudder.
But I don't stop, because I'm almost there. Your pleasure fuels my own.
"I want it, babe," you moan.
When you say that, it's never a cute reply or simple dirty talk. You genuinely want me to empty myself, to let myself go.
"On your knees, you little whore," I growl, barely letting you free of my grasp as I smother you against the wall. You twist and slide down, taking my cock in your hands.
But I don't need anything more – I'm to the edge. I take your head with my hand and push deep. You don't resist, letting my cock push against the back of your throat, head pressed against the wall, as I explode. You drink deep, with a sticky, lovely gurgle. Fuck, fuck, fuck – my mind is swimming, the world stops.
I glance down. You're looking up at me, my warm cum dribbling out the corner of your mouth. Your piercing eyes look so nice with my cock filling your mouth. I want to keep fucking you so desperately, despite the fact that I feel my body winding down. I step back and pull you up to me. "Very good," I approve, pulling down your dress over your sweet little bum and matting down your hair. "How about some fresh air?"
We go through the sliding glass door and sit out on the balcony, overlooking the city. As we sit and talk, I can't help but smile at the line of cum you let sit on the corner of your lip. Perhaps next we can fuck on the balcony, looking out at the sleeping city as we continue to share the passion of the night?
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