The heat between us is unbearable. The fireplace to our left might have something to do with that, but I know it’s so much more. It’s you, standing here in front of me, breath abated as we stand entirely too close, and yet for all the world it feels not close enough. My eyes make out your petite frame, your soft features pressed into your caramel skin, with dark hair that cascades over your shoulders and down your back. I stare at your hazel eyes, sneaking glances at your supple lips. I can’t take the wordless, breathless tension between us, one more second and I’ll explode. I shatter the tension like ice on the sidewalk and lean in to take what’s mine. I feel your supple lips meeting mine. They taste so needy, so much of want. A dark desire stirs inside of me, wanting to take over, to control everything, to control your desire more than I can control my own, to release the monster. But I’m not sure if you’re ready for that yet, to feel my soft hands become rough on your body, no longer teasing playfully, but demanding, and purposeful, almost cruel. I desire to leave you bruised and battered, but the good version of me still seems to have some semblance of control left. I drop my hand from your cheek to your waist, getting rid of some of that cursed distance between us. But it’s still not enough, not for my tastes, and be how needy your kisses are, not close enough for you either. You tug on my shirt, and I oblige, letting you slip it off over my head. I stand, chest exposed, as you drink in the curvature of my pecs and run your hand over my abs A groan gets muffled by the union of our lips, as I feel your hand drop lower, to over top of my khakis, palming my growing hardness through the layers of cloth. This girl man, never afraid to up the ante. I feel the need for control rising up in my throat, begging for me to let go, and let it completely take over. I pull back ever so slightly, and growl “what do you think you’re doing?” I see a mischievous smile light across your face, and hear you whisper “I want what’s mine.” With that, all thoughts of control leave my mind. My mind goes blank, letting the darkness swirl through my mind. I grab you by the scruff of the neck, placing your ear right next to my lips, “Good thing I was just thinking the same thing.” I whisper hoarsely. I hear you gasp, as I rip down the top of your tight little dress and bra that had committed the most cardinal of sins, daring to tease me all night long. I watch with satisfaction as your petite and perky tits fall out of your dress, nipples hard and sensitive, just waiting to be sucked and teased. I throw you over the side of the couch, pushing your dress up to reveal the gentles curves of your ass, and- no panties. I’m greeted by the unexpected sight of your neat, beautiful folds glistening in the flickering naked light of the fire. “No panties?” I exclaim, half in genuine surprise, the other half in an excitement I hope my voice isn’t belying. I hear no response from the mess in front of me, just the gentle shivers of excitement. “I said… no panties!?” This time I hear your gasp, as the palm of my hand connects with your bare ass, leaving me with the familiar feeling of satisfaction. “No s-sir!” I hear you sputter out. I so hope I’m properly hiding my excitement, as I fumble with my belt, attempting to remove it from its caged loops. I hadn’t planned on using it, but then again, I hadn’t planned on a lot of things. I certainly had never planned on being here, with her, the way we were. Belt freed, my pants drop to the ground, leaving me standing in only my boxer briefs. “Hands behind your back,” I demand, and with a whimper you comply. I made quick work, my belt wrapping around your thin wrists. I grab you by your wrists and pull you back up, leading you over to the front of the couch, and pushing you onto it, right on your back, body open and helpless to all of my whims. I really want to spank you, but I know how much you need to touch me, to feel me, your tongue turning my body into a helpless mess. Denying you such comforts is punishment enough, for now. Besides, how am I supposed to resist those soft, quivering lips of yours? I spread your legs around my torso, and lean in to taste your lips once more. I can’t get enough, no matter how much I try. I feel you moan into my mouth, as my hands began mapping their way across your body, trying to learn every single curve through touch alone. I palm your breasts, just massaging and caressing, making sure to dispel a full day of discomfort from being stuffed into your bra. I love feeling you sigh in pleasure, as I begin working my way down, my lips chasing down your jawline, nipping at your neck. I love making you feel so vulnerable to my touch with your hands locked behind your body, the breathless and wordless way we touch. Your moans become music to my ears as my lips finally meet your nipples, while my hands caress your inner thigh. I want- no, I need you to get overwhelmed by the touch of me, the same way your simple yet effortless beauty overwhelms me. I make sure to nibble with ferocity on your tit. I want to leave you sore and bruised tomorrow. I move further south, kissing my way over your soft core, tracing your navel with my tongue. I almost get to the promised land when- I pull back. I go even further south, moving to your inner thigh, where your skin is sensitive. Your frustrated sigh brings me such great pleasure, and for a half second, pity. I take long strokes with my tongue, relishing your shivering under the touch of my tongue. Finally, I let myself get close, until- I’ve done it. I louder groan of relief escapes from your lips as my tongue finally strikes your engorged clit. I’m so close to losing all control, but I hold it together just a bit. I have to keep teasing you, no matter how much I want to take you now. I palm myself through the rough fabric of my briefs, as my tongue runs lazy circles over you, your clit now my plaything. Fuck, I think to myself, I can’t get enough of this. I can feel myself closer, cock bulging in my pants. I need to speed this up. I slide two fingers in. Fuck she’s so tight. I hear her gasp, as I slowly push my fingers in, mouth never leaving its rightful place on her clit. Sucking, and licking. She’s dripping wet by this point, a mess comprised of moans and “oh fucks”. I can feel it rising in her, she’s squirming so much now. I don’t hold back. I rake my fingers back and forth across her g-spot, moving as fast as my arm allows me “Oh my god, yes, I’m going to cum” I hear her gasp. “Cum for me, my little whore,” I snarl back. “Fuck,” I hear her gasp. “I’m- I’m cumming!” I feel her squirming on top of me, trying to escape the touch of my hands and my tongue, but I won’t allow it. I make her ride the sensation all the way through, until she’s a sweating, gasping mess. I move upwards, a smile dancing across her face. I kiss her, tongue and all. I need for her to taste herself on my lips. She obliges, our kisses echoing loud in the almost silent room, save for the crackling of the wood in the background. “Are you ready my little lamb?” I whisper, slipping my boxers down, my cock bouncing out of them. I watch as her eyes go wide, bobbing up and down, following my bulging mass that’s just been released from its cage. A tentative “Y-yes sir” escapes her lips. With a smile of satisfaction on my lips, I move back and position myself at her entrance. I feel her tensing up as I line myself up, teasing her with my head, until- I finally let myself go, and slide home. Oh my God, I think to myself, This won’t last long. I hear you squeal with pleasure as I slide myself in. Slowly, inch by inch, I slide forward, feeling your cunt stretch around me “Fuck,” I groan, unable to help myself. I hear you begging, pleading for something “Oh God baby, please” You whimper. I can’t even hear you, my cock is ablaze with need. I stop holding back, stop being so gentle. I begin pumping, in and out, in and out, each stroke bringing me closer to my own undoing. I begin to feel you shake without preamble underneath of me. Please, no, I pray, to a silent god who won’t answer the prayers of a sinner like me, despite the cross hanging around my neck. I know I cant handle the onslaught of her shaking orgasm, not without releasing a counterattack of my own. I pick up my pack, my hips thrusting over and over into you, long, powerful strokes that’re sure to leave you sore the next day. Words come tumbling out of your mouth with reckless abandon, one I shut real quick, as my hand around your throat, and my needy tongue quickly seal your cries away. Your climax comes without warning, leaving me groaning into your mouth. I can’t take this, I say to myself. I can feel my own rising. My body moves of its own accord, moving in short, quick strokes, chasing the orgasm I know is about to envelop me. “Fuck!” I exclaim, as I bring my body up some more. “I’m- I’m-!” my words are cut short. I explode inside of her, each of my last few strokes shooting my hot seed inside of her. There aren’t words for the way I’m feeling. You’ve swallowed everything I could give, with such earnest. I pull back some and look down at the mess we’ve made, and I smile. I’ve never seen a more beautiful mess.
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