The door opened and his eyes, bright and dangerous, took her in. “Hey there, beautiful” he said, admiring her. “Come in”
She smiled shyly. “Listen … I don’t have that long…” she bit her lip, aware of her body being taken in by his gaze, at once wanting to retreat from it and present herself to him, her full lips, soft curves pressing against her dress and the aching warmth growing between her soft thighs.
“Then let’s not waste time” he intoned hoarsely, and in a flash she felt her lips opening to him as his mouth met hers, his arms circling around her and her body melting against him. She was pressed against the wall and felt herself flooded as his lips worked down her chin, her neck, her shoulder, the coarse hair of his beard against her skin. She pulled him against her, circling his nick with her arms as she felt his hand running up her thigh and then a moan exploding from her lips as his fingers parted her soaking pussy and slid forcefully across her squirming clit. The lust overwhelmed her and she feared she would collapse before feeling his hands cup her buttocks under her sheer dress and lift her, scooping and carrying her to the large easy bed on the far side of the room, his agonizing hardness pressing against her aching pussy through his slacks.
She fell unceremoniously on the mattress, breasts falling free of her dress and legs splayed to reveal her smooth dark thighs glistening with her wetness, swollen lips aching to feel his stiffness sliding deep between them. Instead he knelt down and she felt the white-hot flash as his mouth fastened against her sex, his tongue splitting her gushing fig to part her lips before lapping urgently at her clit. She let out hoarse cry, unable to stop her head from falling back open-mouthed, her hands grasping furiously in his hair to pull him against her, grinding her pussy against his mouth as the waves of lust built higher and higher with each determined flicking and lapping of his tongue.
She was lost to time, lost to the needs of her body and the aching of her lust, not knowing how much time passed while the tide of pleasure that would inevitably wash over her built and built, before suddenly his mouth was suddenly absent from her pussy. Her eyes flashed open to see him unfastening his belt, and she pulled herself to seating in time to help slide down his pants, freeing his rigid member to bob tantalizing in front of her face before she eagerly threw her lips around it, gratefully sucking and slurping on his thickness, working his full head deep into her throat, too far gone with lust to be ashamed of the wet sounds she was making, the unbidden moans muffled by his hardness plunging deeper and deeper into her thirsty throat.
All too soon she felt firm hands lifting her from his glistening shaft, meeting his lust-filled eyes for one brief moment before feeling his weight pressing her back against the bed, spreading her thighs, and then gasping as pushed urgently against the swollen lips of her pussy, parted them, and plunged deeply within. She cried out and pulled him to her, feeling him piston his shaft into her, his body slamming against her with agonizing pleasure, too far gone to feel anything but the building flood of lust, his shaft stretching her open and plumbing her depths, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting at each thrust, his balls against her ass, the warmth of his stomach against hers, his arms cradling her, his breath against her neck, his gasps and moans blending with hers and breasts pillowing beneath him. Her body was no longer hers but a slave to the lust, open to every pleasure he might take of her, blooming before each penetration he might desire. The first wave crashed over her as she felt his urgency build and overwhelm him, her body flooding with orgasm as he tensed, groaned, and spilled his own lust into her, his cock twitching with each spurt of hot cum flooded her insides, mixing with her own wetness and spilling into her womb. As he ground his pulsing cock into her wave after subsequent wave spilled over her, ripping sharp cries from her lungs and spasms from her body, her muscles rippling against his shaft as his orgasm stretched and then finally subsided.
Later, her body pressed against his supine form, she lazily ran his fingers through the thick hair of his chest, feeling content and at ease as she met his smiling eyes. “I should go…” she said, sighing. He sighed in turn. “I suppose you should” he said, with regret. Then, smiling; “But I’m glad you could make the time”