This color I wear for you. Not because it shapes my lips, although it does that. I don’t wear it to be noticed, men discreetly watch my mouth without me needing to draw it the color of ripe plums. They watch, hoping that if I part my mouth just so, it will become an invitation to enter. But it is a private party for one.
I wear it to remind you of what I will do to you in the quiet hours. When all the rest of our world sleeps. All the chaos and mistakes fade into oblivion. Where you can just be you and let your guard down for a moment. Melt into my skin, first your fingers. Then your soft lips. Mine parting with a soft gasp, encouraging. Dragging fingers across your shoulder, down your arms. Pulling you closer to my body. There is a comfort there, a knowing. That you are safe with me. You can be an animal or a gentleman, and I will still smile at you in the morning.
You lay your body on mine, the pressure building the heat. The way you shift your hips tells me how it will end tonight. I love the nights when you look deep at me while you crescendo, this is not that night. This is the night where I become your vixen. I play this part well. I know how to shift my hair, push my breasts against your chest, to signal to you that I am ready to meet your needs and take the onslaught.
You roll me to my knees and stand behind me, opening all of the soft parts of me with one, then two fingers, maybe three. So tight, pulling out moisture, slick. Pausing to breathe in my aroma, suddenly you lick my body stem to stern. Just one sharp tongue, catching every piece. I jump as you catch my clit, a sudden jolt of lightning all the way to my throat. I can’t stop the moan.
Before it has even left my stained lips, you plunge yourself deep inside me. But not all the way, you know I crave the length of you, so you hold back just enough. I press my hips back but your firm hands hold them still. I know I have to surrender to you, let you be in charge. Impossible not to rock back and try to take it all at once. Even though it hurts, such a delicious pain. You smack my ass, just hard enough to leave a perfect handprint and remind me who gets to choose tonight. I obediently stay still.
You start slowly, making sure I feel your cock pass every ridge deep inside me. The tempo speeds up, the base of your cock grinding into my whole hot mess. I can feel my pussy fill, taut and swelling, grasping on your thickness. Your balls pound against my clit. You hit the back edge of me. This causes a louder moan to escape. You grab my hair, which has curled into the slight sheen of sweat on my back.
With my neck arched back, these breasts you adore are free to swing in time to your pounding. This is my secret place, you know if you can drive into this spot, you can make me shake. You keep pounding as the tension in my pussy rises. It gets larger and firmer, my breath becoming faster. My lipstick smeared across the pillow you are mercilessly driving me into, it’s purpose nearly fulfilled. I cum, exploding around your cock. You release my hair, watch my body buck back against you. You pull your throbbing cock from my pussy, covered in the white coating of cum you just created. You turn me around, and push my head toward the tip of your cock. I struggle briefly, but only because that is the role for tonight. In reality I crave it.
I gleefully take your cock in my throat. Licking my salty cum from it, from tip to shaft. Over and over again. You grow in my mouth and your moans become more demanding. You pull me on top of you, whispering in that throaty voice, you want to see me above you. I willingly climb on and you plunge into me once again.
Your hands pull my hips down, so violently I think you will break me. But I can’t move off your cock. I am impaled on it. I struggle to move my hips, just to give me a little relief. But it isn’t tolerated. You smack my ass again and tell me to sit on it harder. So I do, slamming my swollen, sore pussy on your cock. Your fingers tighten, leaving what I know will be little light blue delicious bruises on my hips in the morning. First one hand, then two reach up to grab my shoulders. You pull my breasts to your mouth. You have me pinned forward with your lips as you suck them hard. I am pulled down without any recourse on your engorged cock, your balls crammed against my ass. It starts to throw me over, and you look at me. You demand that I can only cum when you give permission.
I see you take it all in, the curve of my shoulder, the line of my collarbone, breasts heaving above you. Your eyes roll back into your head ever so slightly. I now know I have you. There is no turning back from here. The pace quickens, and the pressure of your balls on my asshole is making me crazy. I beg, please tell me. You pull me down for several more strokes. This is my role here, to beg, give in to your timing. Please? More waiting, agony. Finally, finally you grant me permission. Cum for me. Me. It is that concept to belong to your cock and yours alone that catapults me again. Up and over, contracting strongly over your cock.
Simultaneously, I feel your balls swell, your cock expand even more. I can feel the hot cum rolling out of you flooding my box. Your hands pull harder, your face is beyond description. I toss my long hair back, laughing with my face to the sky. Finishing the last calming strokes over your body. Your hands fall in completion, gentle caresses of gratitude.
For this purpose I painted my lips. To bring you here. To give my body this depth of pleasure. I know I will still feel your pounding tomorrow as I move about my mundane tasks and I will just smile.
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