What a day… I’ve been sitting here swilling a delightful glass of merlot, finding myself in a state of zen. He’s on his way home from work. I want to ravage him after the picture he sent me this morning, he looks so damn sexy in his suit. There is just something about a man in a suit. However, there’s also something about a man getting out of a suit. I let my mind wander, daydreaming, fantasising….
I’m interrupted from my thoughts as I hear the deadbolt unlock, it’s him. I look over my shoulder while on the couch, damn, he looks fine. I get up and greet him at the door “good evening sir, you look so hot in that suit, come in for something refreshing” He walks in and sets down his wallet and keys on the counter and unbuttons his blazer. Staring into my soul, he says nothing, but his eyes say it all. They are sharp, sultry and glisten with the afternoon summer sunset, coming through the window.
“Would you like a glass…”, before I could finish my sentence he whisks me into his arms and meets my lips with a tender and lustful kiss. Damn boy, “I don’t know what it is but you make me weak, everytime”. He shimmies his blazer off & folds it over the bar stool. I run my hands down his shoulders and onto his chest meeting them at the button placket. I can’t help but admire his attire but I also want to gaze upon what’s underneath. “Go on” he says “but take your time”
Slowly and sensually I run my fingers down over the first button, I can feel its smooth texture and soft cotton threads. Holding it firm I slip the luxurious smooth fabric over it. As I move down towards the next one he places his right arm around my waist and inches me closer. Again sliding the buttery fabric over the simple detailed surface of button number two.
His left hand reaches for my hip, his touch sparks even more warmth inside me. With each button I undo it reveals a glimpse of the work of art laid upon his chest. I reach for the next button, just sitting atop the waist of his trousers. I stroke the fabric, down the placket, between my fingers. Button number 4, glides out of its place giving the freedom to untuck his shirt.
He takes his hand from my hip and proceeds to untuck his shirt for me. Then he takes my hand, guiding me toward it and passing it over his crotch on the way through. I can feel his cock, firm and erect. “I want you.. So bad.. But I want your pussy to drip and beg me for it” He says.
One last button stands between us and his inked chest, open and on display. This time I came toward the closure from below, faintly brushing his crotch again, with my nails. Number 5 gladly steps aside so I can take in the full picture.
His scent grabs my attention. I inch myself in closer, running my hands from his waist up to his chest, slipping his shirt off his shoulders. He takes his arms away from my waist and now stands before me shirtless, holding his throbbing groin. I admire his tattoos and while breathing heavily, I catch a waft of his musk that is beautifully combined with his latest scent, I have to get closer.
I feel his hands slowly guide me back into his caress. I whisper into his ear, “Im so fucking wet and hot for you right now, please daddy”. He grabs a fistful of my hair, giving it a firm tug so my chin raises towards the sky. His lips slowly trace down my neck and across my collarbone. I tremble as he simultaneously glides his left hand to my neck, sending me into a trance of pleasure. He takes the other hand from my hair and wraps it around my body, sliding his way up the zipper in the back of my dress. While holding the dress near my neck he slowly slides the zipper tab down. With the zipper undone, he slides the sleeves off my shoulders with his teeth, guides them off my arms and leisurely slips my dress down my waist, over my hips and lets it fall to the floor.
As my dress slides down my legs and to the floor he looks me up and down. He moans. I then suddenly feel paralysed as he places his lips on my neck. I moan now as he moves down it again to my collarbone. I regain the strength to run my nails lightly over his arms, gently grazing his skin. My fingertips slide down toward his waistband. His belt loop, cool to the touch, glides across my hand. I blindly undo the belt and then sensually, stroke along the top of his waistband to find the closure. He grabs my hand, “Tell me how bad you want it”.
I let out a sigh, bite my lip “I want you to fuck me, so hard. I’m so horny”. He lets my hand go. I have an idea, let’s get this man really fired up.
I go back to sliding the clasp open, the button already undone. I run my body down towards his crotch. I place the zipper tab gently between my teeth and pull it down. The right side if the waistband goes limp and falls. Showing a glimpse of his throbbing member through his boxers. I place my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and gingerly and begin to slide them off. They reach his cock, mildly compressing it until the boxers pass and its standing to attention. I do not wait for them to fall to the floor before I caress his rock hard cock in between my lips.
I start with my moist and tender lips really taking my time to move tantalisingly slow sliding up and down his shaft. Rhythmically teasing him. I felt his hand caress my head wanting more…. Faster… deeper… I entertain it for a moment, steadying my aim with my hand around the base of his penis I go in deep. Pushing the tip into the back of my throat, bobbing up and down in quick succession with a gentle gag here and there. His head is thrown back and lets out a moan. I go back to a slow massage with a good amount of suction.
I felt him suddenly pull my hair, sliding me off his cock. I follow obediently as he guides my neck to his lips. I can feel how turned on he is now. His eyes are glassy and the colour of fire, reflecting in from the sunset. I feel his hands reach around my waist, pushing me toward the closest blank wall. The fire in his eyes now burns hotter. He shoves me against it, again his lips go straight for my neck “You know what that does to me”. “sssshhhhh” he says in a long drawn out sigh and tugs my hair again, moving my head to the side, opening up my decolletage. I moan in frustration, but I cannot move, he has me pinned to the wall.
His hand releases its grip on my hair. It starts by moving down my chest. He cups my breast with his right hand, while the left one has me pinned on the wall. As he continues down gliding over the curve of my waist he then rests his hand on my hips. His left hand comes away from the light pressure he had on my shoulder holding me in place. I feel his lips begin to follow the same path down my body. He brings his left hand up and caresses my breast again, his tongue dances and teases my areola then he purses his lips around it and I feel a gentle pull. I let out a little squeal of ecstasy.
He proceeds to make his way down my body again, waist, hips, thighs; with his left and and his lips following. He drops down to his knees so he is aligned with my waist and hips. Then he uses his tongue, gliding the very tip of it up gently up and over my hips then into the curve of my waist tracing it back down with his fingertips across my skin.
He then runs his palms off my hips and around to my cheeks then back over to the outside of my thighs, his fingers sliding along the back of my leg. Then they move around, now touching and stroking upwards on the soft sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. I’m tingling with each gentle movement, and feel so wet for him. He takes his hand down my right calf and glides his hand up to my lower thigh then lifts my leg over his left shoulder so he can get ready to taste me.
The feel of my labia spreading open as my leg is hoisted up, induces a moan. He gets in closer, then I feel his tongue slip in and around my wet pussy. Then continues to slowly circle it over my clit. I reach down to run my fingers through his hair. I am then met with a resurgence of pleasure as he licks from my vulva up to my clit repeatedly. Throwing my head back, I let out a gasp as he begins to enjoy me and I enjoy him.
My legs begin to grow weak with the touch of his hand on my left leg. I’m so wet. As I feel each way he moves his tongue over my clit again and again I can’t help but shake with delight. A small moan escapes from my lips. I feel you going in for more. Circling my clit then up and down my soft inner labia. I run my fingers through his hair again, stopping to steady myself as I shudder from the pleasure, releasing another moan, this time louder and laced with sheer delight.
I steady my balance again, long enough to run my nails lightly, barely touching, tickling the skin on his neck and shoulders. He is now more determined to show me how it’s really done and slides in a finger. This has me scream in pleasure again. He goes in and out gently while still playing with my clit with his tongue. Shuddering, I have to brace myself again for the wave of ecstasy as I come ever so close to climax.
Then he teases me by pulling away his lips from my clit. Now only penetrating me with his finger. This sends me wild. I was so damn close to cumming, and he knew it. But fuck it still feels amazing. He stands up and puts his free hand to the side of my neck, his fingers through my hair. Kissing me passionately.
After what feels like a lifetime he goes back down and comes back in with his tongue to my clit and labia, bringing me back up to the edge of ecstasy. I start to shake over and over again, with pleasure jolting through my body. He pulls out the finger and slows down the tongue stroke. From vulva to clit, back and forth, winding me back up. Oh damn, I’m so close.
He then slips in with two fingers this time and caresses my clit with his tongue. I continue to tremble. He feels me losing my balance and helps stabilise me with his left arm that’s been holding me all along. He sends me to start my orgasm, I feel a surge of euphoria take hold, I’m screaming out, moaning, shaking. I place my hand on his head, pushing him away but he keeps going for it until I cum so hard and squeal out “OH FUCKK….”
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