Layla[F] had [M]e begging please

Out of all of the women I have ever been with she was the one who was without a doubt the most out of my league.(In fact, she was so beautiful she shared her name with one of the greatest, most tortuous, and fitting love songs to ever be penned, “Layla”.) She had moved to the states several years ago while she was in college, and even though her pale alabaster skin was not the deep Olive color one would expect she had originally been born and raised in Northern Greece. She is the kind of woman that quite literally turns heads as she walks down the street, often with big sunglasses covering her hypnotizing eyes and her long black hair cascading down the sides of her face over her shoulders.When I was with her I could see desperation in peoples eyes when they saw her. Men no doubt imagined the countless number of filthy acts that they desperately wanted to perform on her, and women pleading with their eyes as if begging to be close with her, to be her friend, or to be her, in order to experience what it is like to be that gorgeous. Then, after she passed, without fail I could look back and see the same people craning their necks backward in order to see her for just a few more seconds. (Like I said, she quite literally turned heads)

And while we are on the topic, let me wax poetic just a little bit about her glorious backside. She was always in terrific shape and had a magnificently athletic build and hourglass shape. In my opinion she had the most perfectly sized chest and set of breasts that I have ever witnessed on a woman, and when she chose to she could wear a top that showed off the most perfect amount and quality of cleavage possible. And from there her waist tapered into a very slim size before expanding back out from her curvy hips, and what is without a doubt the most amazing ass I have ever seen on a woman. Toned enough to hold her intoxicating shape as she walked but elastic enough that you could spank it and watch it jiggle in the most hypnotic way. One of the biggest regrets that I have in life is that I never got the opportunity to bend her over and eat her perfect ass from behind. I still kick myself for not making that happen at least once.

However, even though she looked like a model she brought so much more to the table than just her looks. She was and still is one of the hardest working people that I have ever met, smarter than I could ever hope to be, and spoke more languages than I have fingers. Not to mention she could play several different instruments, and to steal a phrase from the eternal Mr. Cash, sang in a voice so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet.

She was also one of the most genuinely kind people I have ever met. She never missed a chance to help someone who needed it and to go out of her way for a friend in need. She was truly inspiring to be witness in action, almost otherworldly in the complete mastery she had over every aspect of life.

I on the other hand am a chronic underachiever, who, if I am being honest, is pretty goofy looking, and I once spent twenty minutes looking for my phone while I was in the middle of a conversation…on my phone. So for those readers at home that have been keeping score she was and always will be lightyears out of my league, so I deeply cherish every moment and aspect of her being, and I will never ever ever win the lottery because I used up a lifetime of luck in netting her for the time I did.

Anyway, not that all of that is out of the way let me move on to the heart of the story and why we are all here. We had been seeing each other for some months, and although we had had some teenager levels of fun, making out, hand stuff above and below clothing, we had not crossed a line into any fully sexual acts. (For which I do not blame her because seriously if I were her I would have had sex with me either, and I didnt mind the lack of sex either because I just genuinely enjoyed being able to hang out and spend time with her.)

However, one night that all changed when Layla decided to show some uncharacteristically bad judgment by sleeping with me.

She rented the top floor of a huge house in the college section of Pittsburgh that overlooked a pretty popular street for partying. The night in question, as we had done many nights before, I found myself with my head in her lap, as we listened to music at a low volume, with the lights dimmed low. As we laid there she would trace her fingers across my face and through my ever growing mane of long hair, talking so sweetly and softly to me about her life and future, without ever talking above the sounds of the gentle folk rock that filled her apartment. Both of us gently slipped in and out of the ether of waking dreams brought on by the hot weather and late hour that was upon us. A reality of perfection that I have not yet been able to recreate despite my strongest efforts to do so.

Full disclosure my eyes had closed a few times so everything from this point on may or may not be a dream. The most vivid, passionate, and amazing dream I have ever had but still possibly a dream nonetheless. Also, this one is going to be a little light on the description of what happened physically, as I honestly remember much more about how I felt during everything that happened.

After the song finished I remember looking into Layla’s eyes as she leaned down kissing me on the lips. This was a kiss unlike any I had experienced to that point in my life. It was a full kiss in which we truly felt each other, me knowing and sensing the hunger she had for me in every touch and movement of our tongues dancing around each other exploring not only the deep recesses of our mouths but each other’s deepest beings. It was the kiss of two lovers whose passions ignited for the very first time in a blast of fire and heat. It didn’t take long after our lips first met before our hands began to wonder over each other’s bodies. Mine started holding the sides of her head, the fingertips of my right hand brushing lower to her neck before dancing backward toward her spine caressing upward into her long soft hair tickling the bottom of her scalp. My left hand moved down across her ribs before reaching up her shirt to caress her toned abs and finally cupping her bra clad breast.

At the same time I could feel her hands working gently across my neck. Over my chest. Eventually working their way down my stomach and over the crotch of my pants to squeeze my ever stiffening cock. This was more hot and heavy than we had ever gotten with each other to this point in our relationship, but still I expected nothing more to happen, and was just happy to share this intimate moment with such an amazing person that I cared for so deeply.

Then the worst possible thing that could happen in the moment did. Layla pulled away from our embrace. At that moment I was crushed. I had been given a taste of the finest that life had to offer only to have it so abruptly torn away from me. Layla looked deep into my eyes and to my relief I did not see fear or disgust, but instead a fierce determination I had seen in her eyes so many times before when she set about completing a task. At the time I was not sure what to make of it, but did not have much time to dwell upon it as Layla pushed me into a sitting position as she stood up.

As she walked toward her bedroom she called back to me, “Don’t follow me until I tell you to”. I wish I could see the look I had on my face at this point, it had to be a complete and utter confusion. Here I was, fresh off the hottest makeout session of my life sitting on a goddesses’ couch with a painfully hard erection, and I did what any man should do if they were in my situation. I listened to what Layla told me and sat still as a statue waiting for her voice. I’m not sure I even blinked.

I have no idea how long it was until I heard Layla calling out from the bedroom to follow her but it felt like a lifetime. I was up in a flash going to her as quickly as I could hoping I would get there before she changed her mind. I got as far as the doorway before I stopped dead in my tracks, transfixed by the sight of Layla laying on her bed completely naked. I have never in my life before or since seen something as sexy as her in that moment. I am unashamed to admit that I still regularly masturbate while fantasizing about seeing Layla naked for the first time. I am slightly ashamed, however, to admit that there have been more than a few occasions since that night in which the image of Layla naked on her bed has popped into my mind as I was physically inside another woman. I am then most ashamed to admit that those instances both masturbatory, and when I’m with someone else, usually lead to the most mind blowing orgasms I have ever had. (I don’t think Layla knows any of those things I just said but she will in short order as I plan to send her this story.)

After shaking the wonderment out of my head I made my way over to the bed staring at every inch of her body on the way. My most favorite thing to do is eat pussy and I had been dreaming of going down on Layla for weeks, so without any hesitation my head was between her legs and my tongue was on her pussy. Layla’s pussy is still the most delicious I have ever tasted, and her smell was intoxicating. It was a combination of musk from her sweat and a sweetness that I still cannot taste, but is a smell I wish I could buy bottled up and carry around with me to steal sniffs throughout a day. I was so overwhelmingly turned on by eating her out that without realizing it I was stroking myself off to the sheer pleasure of being able to please her in such an intimate way.

It wasn’t long before she was writhing from the ministrations I was giving with my tongue, causing me to have to stop stroking myself as I was reaching my peak being so turned on by the movements and noises she was making. Then her breathing slowed down and what started as high pitched meowing from her turned into breathy moans emanating from the back of her throat. I felt the warm softness of her thighs as they tightened around my head, blocking my ears and cutting me off from the sounds of orgasm filling the room. Hearing only the sound of Layla’s soft skin rubbing against me, I tilted my head back to look up at her body as I redoubled my efforts of devouring her pussy, taking her ever closer to orgasm. I was enraptured seeing first her perfectly rounded breasts and hard nipples heaving up and down with the deep breathes of her lungs and chest. Then framed by the sight of her breasts on either side was her angelic face. Eyes closed so tightly that it pulled her mouth and the rest of her face inward.

If I had seen this look on her face with no other context on a normal day I would have immediately thought that she was in pain. But, in this moment I knew better, I knew the look was not from pain but a different kind of discomfort. A discomfort that comes from every muscle and fiber of her body being pushed to their limits before the volcanic relief that is orgasm.There is no doubt that how she looked and felt was agony, but it was the beautiful agony right before orgasmic bliss.

Then her orgasm hit, and it hit hard. She squeezed her legs even more tightly around my head to the point that my vision started to narrow, and I could hear her moans even through the flashy earmuffs that encased my ears. I felt both of her hands grab into my hair pulling hard as she used it as leverage to pull my mouth deeper into her now soaking pussy, as she began to not just passively receive the pleasure, but instead taking the pleasure as her own as she actively grinded herself roughly into my face. I continued to lick and suck at her pussy and clit desperately trying to bring her to the greatest orgasm of her life. At that moment I didn’t care if I ever ate again or if I ever breathed again. All I cared about was pleasing her.

Slowly the grip that Layla’s thighs had around my head loosened but the grip of her hands in my hair did not. I felt her pull harder on my hair guiding my mouth and body upward along her own until my body was between her legs and our faces were level. As we looked into our eyes savoring the feelings from what we just experienced Layla arched her neck forward kissing me once again like she had on the couch, hungry and passionate as she licked my tongue and lips no doubt tasting herself on me.

As I began to explore her further kissing her cheeks and down her neck I felt her shift forward slightly and her hot breath in my ear.

“I need you”, She whispered so softly into my ear that I barely heard her. “Please, please i need you so badly”,This time she was pleading with and as she said it she moved her hands to my back and hips trying to pull me into her. With my body between her legs the shaft of my hard penis has been nestled between the folds of her wet pussy gently sliding back and forth. I could feel the drops of her wetness running from the head of my dick down the length to my balls, causing my scrotum to pull together as the cool air from her air conditioning chilled her cum against my skin. The sensations along with her pleading and desperate attempts to pull me into her sent chills down my spine and for just a moment I thought I was going to pass out from the overload of sensory input I was experiencing.

I was eventually able to gather my wits though, and still wanting nothing more than to serve and pleasure this goddess beneath me I decided to give her exactly what she asked for. I shifted my hips downward placing the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy barely inside the folds of her swollen inner lips. Then as I looked into her eyes and told her how gorgeous she was both inside and out I slid my entire length into her in one single motion, until my pelvis rested against her clit. I know this may sound ridiculous but I honestly believe that her pussy had to have been custom made for my dick to be inside of. Sliding into her was the best feeling I have ever experienced and the feel of her wrapped around me enveloping every inch was mind blowing. I truly and honestly dream and long for a day that I am hopefully once again graced by Gods above to be inside of her once more someday. As amazing as she felt and even though I had dreamt about this moment since I first laid eyes on Layla I managed to remain calm and present in the moment.

I kept eye contact with her. I wanted to see her, not just her body and eyes but see HER. Deep into her soul and how she felt during this beautiful act we were committing together. I had no intention of fucking her, I wanted to make love to her and I wanted to convey it not only through my actions but my feelings, and I wanted her to know this as I looked at her.

I grinded my body on her and she grinded her body on me the entire time we never spoke a word to each other or broke eye contact with the exception to kiss each other and taste the passion between us. It didn’t take long before I was close to finishing and Layla sensed me trying to hold off my impending orgasm. Layla reached up to hold the side of my face and Spoke for the first time since I entered her. She told me in the softest, most caring and loving voice, “I want you to cum for me darling, but I’m not on birth control”.

I know that I should have been responsible but I had wanted Layla so badly for so long. And the feeling of being inside of her was something that I never wanted to end. Even more than those things though I wanted to make Layla mine. Mark her in the most animalistic of ways to signify to her and any future mate that they could never truly have her in the same way that I had her. I wanted her to belong to me and only me. So once again I looked into her eyes and told her, “I.Dont.Care”, full stop.

Without breaking eye contact Layla bit her lip and shook her head up and down while wrapping her legs tightly around me pulling me deeper inside of her. Even if I had wanted to pull out (Which I very very much didn’t want to) I wouldn’t have been able to. Then it happened. I came and I came hard, trying to push and pull myself as deep as I could inside of her desperate to fill her with my cum.

I collapsed beside her on the bed exhausted. We turned toward one another, again gently caressing each other’s bodies, tingly from the sensations of our coupling. Once more looking in each other’s eyes examining and searching each other’s innermost thoughts for the meaning of what we had just done. Then Layla leaned forward to kiss me, but this kiss was not the same heated kiss full of passion from before. Instead it was gentle, soft, caring. It conveyed with it a deep meaning of the connection we now shared. It was the most loving kiss anyone has ever given me. She now belonged to me and I now belonged to her and that kiss proved that we both knew it.

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