His hands trembled as he tugged at the zipper at the back of her red sundress. He had imagined undressing her so many times before. It would be impossible to even count the nights since the day he’d first met her, fluttering around and lighting up the lecture hall with her sweet smile and low cut t-shirts, that he’d spent wondering what it’d be like to have her bare skin under his hands and huge brown eyes staring up at him.
He’d been far too shy then, and there was always another guy with an arm draped around her. Every man around her was driven crazy by her quick wit, her smirk, and the heat in her eyes while she explained how wrong you were. More than once, he’d watch her slip off with those same men at a party somewhere, later pretending nothing had happened.
More than anything, he wanted to see that heat from her.
“You are so lovely,” he murmured between kisses over her collar bone as he pulled her dress off her shoulders and away from her body. He considered pinching himself to make sure this was real, but if this was a dream he did not want to wake up just as her dress pooled at her feet in the floor.
He wasn’t sure how he got lucky enough to have her here, eager for him, in his bedroom. They’d kept in touch after graduation and when she asked him to get coffee and catch up, he agreed. But he had not expected to end up squeezed into a booth with her in a bar with her and her friends later that day. And he definitely didn’t expect her to actually kiss him when her friends indicated it was the least she could do for buying her drinks. He had laughed, and shifted awkwardly. But she’d smirked and asked if that was okay with him. “Please. By all means,” he replied. He had expected her to kiss him on the cheek, a move he’d seen her pull several times in drinking games. But she took his chin in her hand and pulled his face to hers and actually kissed him. He snaked his hand in her hair and she slid her tongue into his mouth like no one was watching. Leaving the bar and getting a cab back to his apartment was a blur. But as soon as he’d locked the door behind him, he’d pressed her against it and he was slowly losing any sense of rhyme or reason since then.
She stepped out of his grasp, and out of of her dress and then her heels. He watched her intently as she folded them neatly and put them in a pile on a chair in the corner of his bedroom, achingly slow according to his growing erection that was now pressing against his zipper. Her eyes locked onto his. She smiled innocently while reaching behind herself to unhook her bra and dropped it in top of her dress. She smirked and her eyes brightened when his jaw tightened and he shifted his weight.
“You like what you see?” she purred quietly as she sauntered back to him. She came and stood before him, naked save for her black lace panties. He nodded mindlessly, taking it all in. There was no denying this was the most phenomenal set of breasts he was ever going to lay hands on. They’d been the talk of their department in college, and most of their classmates would have paid to see her topless. They were huge, perfectly round, with toffee colored nipples that begged to be played with. She was deliciously curvy with thick, muscular legs and a rock hard ass.
He pulled his white t-shirt over his own head, haphazardly tossing it to the side. She immediately stepped into his arms, kissing him hard. His fingers laced through her long blonde hair as he crushed her against him. She made quick work of undoing his belt and zipper, pushing his jeans down over his hips.
“I have wanted you for so goddamn long,” he groaned, gritting his teeth as she palmed over his erection.
“So what’s stopping you now?” she asked pointedly, her lips dancing over his jaw. Self control, he thought, which he was running incredibly thin on. He had contemplated trying to take her in the bar when after she’d kissed him the first time, and they found themselves in a dark corner whispering and stealing long, slow kisses. And he’d struggled to keep his fingers from sliding up her dress and gorgeous thighs the whole cab ride back to his apartment. But she was here and nearly naked and he knew he’d be lost as soon as he knew what it felt like to have her under him.
“I want to savor this. I spent ten years wondering what it’d be like to fuck you. And Believe me, sweet girl, I intend to fuck you until my name is the only thing in that pretty head of yours. But I’m not going to fuck you until you’re a beautiful, squirming mess for me. You’re going to want me as badly as I need you before I allow myself the immense pleasure of making you mine,” he said in a low voice, tracing her panty line at her hips.
He smiled as she bit her lip and flexed her thighs apart when he slipped his long fingers into the waistband and began wandering over her bare mound. Her breath hitched as he grazed her sensitive clit and he moaned as he realized how slick she was already. His head spun at the sound of her breathy whimpers as he let himself explore her wetness, teasing himself as much as he was teasing her. He took one of her nipples between his other fingers, and she rocked against the hand in her panties. He brought the hand that had been in her panties to his lips, tasting her juices on his fingers.
“You are so deliciously sweet,” he growled, pushing her back towards his bed. She moved away from him to slide her panties down her thighs and put them with her other clothes.
She sat down on the bed in the spot that he’d been ready to push her into; her legs open, her back arched, and her eyes peering from under dark lashes up at him. He sank to his knees as he worked to inspect her body. His mouth went to one nipple as his fingers found her clit again. She let out a high pitched whine as he expertly massaged her nerve endings. He kissed up her thighs, first one and then the other. Her hands flew to the top of his head as his tongue traced the length of her wet slit for the first time.
The first time she moaned his name, when he took her clit into his mouth, it lit his world on fire. He felt his cock harden at the way his Spanish name sounded spilling out over her lips in a sweet, Southern drawl; desperate, pleading, and exhilarated. He pushed a finger into her, letting her impale herself on it while she rocked against his flicking tongue. She was laying back on the bed at this point, her back arched, and grasping desperately at his sheets. When he could feel she was close, he slipped a second finger into her, stretching her and making her squeal. She came beautifully, chanting his name with her tits bouncing and rocking hard against his fingers and mouth. Despite her protests and pushing at his head, he held her hips firm and lapped at her sweet juices until she came a second, then a third, time, sobbing and squirming in his hands.
He stood and quickly replaced his fingers with the head of his hard cock while she still convulsed from her orgasm. He pushed against her entrance and choked back a loud groan as he felt her body give way to him.
“You’re so beautiful. So goddamn pretty. I’ve wanted this for so long. So, so long. And here you are, on the end of my cock, a gorgeous, sloppy mess. More beautiful than I’ve ever seen you. And you’re going to be mine,” he said through gritted teeth, as he tried to keep from erupting, thrusting gently into her.
And that’s when he saw it. That intense heat in her eyes that had captivated so many other men he knew. The fire, the lust that reflected in her deep brown eyes for him drove him wilder than any woman ever had. Her fingernails dragged gently over his chest, her arms pressing her perfect breasts together on a gorgeous display for him.
He wasn’t going to last long, and he knew it. He could already feel the coil in his belly starting to tighten as he began to rock into her more vigorously. She was deliciously wet, and deliciously noisy, and the way her hips met his was nothing short of magic. This fantasy was playing out better than he could have ever imagined in his head.
She could feel his urgency, and see the desperation in his face; his eyes stormy, focused, and his jaw tense and tightening with every thrust. She cried out loudly every time he pounded into her and her nails were digging into his chest. He was holding back for her sake and she could feel how badly he needed release.
“Empty your balls in me,” she coaxed, arching her back and tugging on her nipples, “I want to feel you let go. Cum for me. Hold my legs open and pump me full of your cum.”
How else was he to respond but to give her what she wanted? He roared, letting the levee break as his hips snapping frantically against hers and his fingers bruising her thighs as he held her in place to ensure he could keep thrusting into her at the angle that sent tingles through his whole body. He came hard with his head thrown back, growling her name, coating her insides with ropey strings of his semen.
He pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed.
“I hope that lived up to your expectations,” she said softly, stroking his shoulder.
“You were absolute perfection,” he murmured against her forehead, pulling a throw blanket down around them.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dmrswp/finally_getting_what_you_wanted_mf
Absolutely beautifully written and so fucking hot!