I knocked on your door, nervous to see how you’ll answer after seeing your picture. The door clicked, swinging open. You stood there wearing just basketball shorts now. The light of inside backlit you, shadowing your anxious smile as you greeted me. I had to draw my eyes up from your well formed legs when you spoke. You moved aside and invited me in, offering drinks. Another reason I liked you, you were considerate. Later, I found you were more than generous as well.
We sat on your couch, facing each other and talking. You kept fidgeting and glancing at my lips any chance you got, thinking I didn’t notice. I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat up and leaned towards you, setting my hands on your thigh. You were in the middle of a sentence when our lips met. You buckled immediately, leaning back as I continued to lean forward. Soon I was straddling your shorts, laying on top of you, our lips still together. You panted slightly when I parted your lips with my tongue, and eagerly greeted my tongue with yours. My fingers teasingly trailed down your chest to your sides. I felt you shiver and slightly moan while our tongues danced. Your large, rough hands landed on the small of my back, pinkies exploring further down towards my voluptuous ass barely being held in by my shorts. Between my legs I felt you growing, hardening against my thigh. You looked so beautiful beneath me, vulnerable. You woke something up deep inside me, something primal.
I grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, sliding my body down closer against you to run my tongue down your neck. Your breathing staggered and deepened, gasping as I ran my tongue down to your collarbone. I pressed my hips against your hardness, settling it right between my legs. You bit your lip as I nipped your shoulder, rocking my hips against you. Your hips began to buck as I teased your cock with myself, only our shorts separated us. I dug my teeth into the base of your neck, held your hands tight above your head, you bucked harder against me. Your moans filled the air around me as I continued to straddle you.
You begged to see my breasts, calling me ma’am. I let your hands free long enough to undress my torso, you unhooked my bra with one hand in the matter of seconds. I slid off my bra, revealing the fruit that clothing once hid. Your eyes grew wide at their large yet perky size. I pinned your shoulders back and pressed your face between them. Your lips hastily went for my small hardened nipple, sucking it hungrily once inside your mouth. The rythm of our hips matched, your body tensed and I felt you climb to pleasure. I was almost there too. I lifted my hips before either of us could finish, still pinning you. You squirmed and begged for me to let you orgasm.
“I don’t want you to ruin your shorts,” I hissed in a sultry tone, “so I’m not going to let you.”
You squirmed more under me, whimpering, your hardened member twitching from your denied request. It was amazing to see a man like you so defenseless and vulnerable. I denied you, but I couldn’t deny myself.
“Take me to your bedroom, now,” I commanded, releasing you from my pin.
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