His mouth pressed against my ear, he moaned softly “I’ve been waiting all night to have you. I knew you weren’t wearing a bra all night. And now that I know…”
He slipped a hand under my dress, searching… before pressing his long fingers against my exposed pussy. I was slick with wetness. I was warm, my desire radiating from between my creamy white thighs. I pinched his hand between my legs, letting out a louder moan.
Taking my hand he led me back to our hotel room. I couldn’t hold in my desire. My hands wouldn’t leave his body. I touched him however I could. I needed to feel his skin. I needed to slip my hands underneath the crisp white shirt he wore. I wanted to feel that tuft of chest hair, which sat atop his gorgeous caramel skin. I buried my face in his chest as he fumbled with the door key, inhaling his scent – sweat and cologne and sweetness all mixed into one. I just wanted to tear his clothes off of him then and there and ride him in the foyer. With my lack of underwear it was possible and extremely tempting.
Pushing the door open and flicking on a light switch, he led me to the bed. One by one he took my heels off, not breaking eye contact. As he took them off, he slowly ground his hips against mine as I lay there with my legs spread and wide, my pussy ready for the taking. I looked at him coyly, sucking my finger. My eyes must have looked so big and searching. I know how eye contact can change everything. How eye contact beckons. How eye contact communicates our desire for the other. How I didn’t even need to tell him what I wanted. How he knew I couldn’t wait for him to plunge himself deep inside my wet and wanting pussy.
Spreading my legs further he took his suit jacket off and knelt down, his face between my legs. He gave me an incredibly cheeky, seductive look before I felt his tongue begin to lap up my juices. He inhaled and kissed me, beginning at the tops of my thighs, moving up to my hip crease before moving back down to the apex of my thighs. His nose grazed the top of my pussy, as his tongue searched deep inside, trying to seek out that sweet and salty honey that he so effortlessly coaxed out of me. I writhed on the bed as his lips vibrated on the left side of my still-dripping cunt. That was my spot. That was the spot that made my back arch and my eyes roll back. He knew he’d found it as he continued to push his tongue deeper in my folds, moaning and exclaiming how amazing I tasted. His right hand slid under my thigh and grasped over the top of my leg, grabbing at my generous hips. The hips that he loved so much. The hips that rode him so well. The hips that enchanted and made our sex so hot and so lusty. I didn’t want him to stop. God how I didn’t want him to stop.
I pushed on his head, before lifting his chin, my index finger curling in towards me, beckoning him.
“Let me taste myself. Come here and kiss me baby.”
He obliged, sliding up my body, still covered in my navy blue glittered velvet dress, the fabric twinkling as I writhed, as he moved up. He stopped, looked at me and asked, “May I?”
I nodded, and he proceeded to remove my dress, his hands swiftly taking off the dress, exposing my body fully. I was completely naked. From my prominent collar bone, to my D-cup breasts, narrowing down to a slim waist, before widening to those full, strong, womanly hips, he was enamoured by my body’s playground. He looked at my body, drinking me in, studying my
Curves, my hills, my mounds. The way my pubic bone didn’t sit flush with my body. It was juicy and plump. The type of pussy you could grab and massage and pleasure. I knew my body had an erotic quality to it that drove him wild.
As he leant down to kiss me I stopped him, “May I?” As I nodded to his shirt. He smiled, and I began to unbutton it, kissing each part of exposed chest with each button I undid. It was almost innocent, the way I explored his body as I unclothed him. I got to his belt buckle and raised my eyebrows, as my hand cupped his package. He was stiff under his dark blue suit pants. I couldn’t wait to see him, hold him, feel his cock so hard against my naked body. I couldn’t wait for him to rub himself against me, to feel his precum ooze our against my stomach, against my pussy. Wanting nothing more than for him to feel my walls, feel how tight and wet I was, to fuck me bare. I loved it when he fucked me raw. Too many times we’d chanced sex without a condom, because it had felt so fucking good. We were cheeky together. We knew we should be safe but we took that risk. I loved knowing he would get so incredibly close to blowing inside me, before wrapping himself and fucking me until he came. When he came I’d hold onto him, I wouldn’t want him to pull out straight away. That moment of post orgasmic bliss was a moment I always savoured, moment I relished. I never wanted him to pull out and roll over. That’s how good it felt.
Kicking his pants off, he palmed my breasts and lay flat against my body, grinding into me, my body pushed down against the bed. My hands grabbed at him, pulling him in closer to me, wanting him to slip inside so desperately. I’d waited all night to feel him inside me, and that time was finally here.
He kissed me passionately, gripping the sides of my face, his tongue searching my mouth. I took his lower lip into my mouth, sucking gently, before nibbling. One of his hands found itself wrapped around my throat, his fingers gripping tighter, constricting me a little. The blood stopped rushing to my head for a second, so that when he released I had an incredible high, gasping a little, my head spinning. It drove my desire through the roof. He knew I liked to experience any and every sensation, and he wasn’t afraid to play with me and tease me.
He was still rock hard against me, his cock veiny and proud. It pulsed as my hands reached down, beginning to stroke and pull in that downwards direction he loved. I cupped his balls whilst we made out, massaging them. I could only think of how they would feel in my mouth. Pushing him to the side, we swapped positions. I was on top, my breasts hanging, begging to be squeezed and played with. I rolled my hips against him, my pussy gliding over his cock, coating it with my juices. I was so hungry for him, but I wanted to repay the favour first.
I kissed down from his ear, sucking on it, before moving down the left side of his neck, across his chest, playfully licking around his nipple piercing, trailing down to his pubic bone. His cock trembled as my lips grazed over it. I positioned myself between his thighs, lifting his balls and licking from underneath, taking one into my mouth, and then the other, before licking up his length. His tip was so flushed and gorgeous. I just wanted to suck him. I could suck him all night long and not bore of it. He was mine tonight. Tonight we belonged to eachother.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i8b6os/new_york_state_of_mind_pt_2_mf
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