He knocked on the door, hearing light feet scramble behind it. Then it opened. She peeped around it with her big green eyes, carefully hiding herself behind the frame. He looked at her with curiosity, she nodded for him to get inside.
He walked in, she closed the door. Turning to face her, he found her stark naked, pale white skin, messy blonde hair, her legs pressed together and an arm across the chest for modesty’s sake. He looked up to her eyes, finding a mischievous look there.
“Wow…” he said, not knowing exactly how to express how awesome he found this. He put the flowers he’d been hiding behind his back on the table nearby and went towards her.
She pounced into his arms, hesitating; craving the contact with his body, but not wanting to put her delicate naked skin against his clothes. She kissed him lightly, biting his lower lip, smiling as she pulled it down and looked into his eyes still with that look. Then she took his hands and led him to her bedroom.
After closing the door behind them, she took his face in her hands and kissed him deep, tongues playing with each other. His arms went all over her, from her shoulders down to her firm little ass, to the cold-hard nipples and her peach fuzz bush down low. He slid a finger across he slit, finding her wetness. As she turned to lock the door, he quickly sucked her nectar off his finger, tasting her.
She started to undress him, sweater and buckle and shirt and trousers. She stopped at his boxers and led him to the bed. As he laid down she climbed on top, kissing, caressing his hair, enjoying the touch of his fingers as they returned to explore. He played with her body, his big hands grabbing fistfuls of her flesh. He cupped her ass cheeks and lightly parted them, a finger playing with her pussy, another with her other hole. She threw her head back, smiling and moaning low, enjoying the contrast of his still-cold fingers on her hot, hot flesh. Below her, pressing increasingly hard against her mound, she could feel his growing dick straining against the cloth.
She moved down, kissing and licking and caressing her way across his chest, over his lovely abs and down to her prize. She rose, ever so slowly slipping a finger and then a hand into his boxers, her cold little fingers running their tips across his searing-hot prick. He moaned, his eyes almost closed, craving her touch, bidding her silently to give him what he wanted.
Suddenly, she grabbed it, squeezing it a little to enjoy its firmness. She pumped it a few times, sending shivers of pleasure down into his groin and up to his head. He looked up at her for a moment, she smiled to him as her other hand pulled his boxers down and he raised his legs to help her slip them off.
Her hand now moved faster, and she sunk lower, planting soft kisses on his legs, around his groin, spiraling in towards his now fully erect dick. He was lost in ecstasy, every second desiring her to go forward even as he savored the teasing.
Finally, again without warning, she rose quickly and planted a firm, wet kiss on its head, immediately opening her mouth and letting it slide in slowly, so slowly, her tongue softly playing with its underside, as the firmly looked up towards his eyes. He raised his head, taking in the spectacle of her small mouth opened wide to take his dick in, it disappearing inside her little by little, all the while she was looking firmly at him with smiling eyes.
Finally, closing her eyes for the last few centimeters, inhaling deep to take in his inebriating smell, she sunk to his groin, fully taking in him. She fought her gag reflex, enjoying the idea of giving him that deep-throat spectacle, of having him all imbedded inside her mouth. Increasingly wet, her free hand slid back towards her pussy, a finger embedding itself inside her hot folds, fucking her in anticipation of the fucking she was truly waiting for.
A moan escaped her, unbidden, vibrating in her throat around his cock, sending shivers of pleasures down it to him. She rose, sliding the dick out of her mouth, following it wither her hand which gripped and pumped it. She stopped at the head, never letting it out, instead plunging back to a shallower depth but a faster pace.
As she bobbed up and down she could feel him writhing with pleasure, unable to stay still. She looked firmly at his eyes, letting him catch her whenever he remembered to look: a gesture of submission they both enjoyed, even though she was the one truly in control at that moment.
And, as if to interrupt that though, his hands slowly moved towards her head, caressing her hair, but firmly placed at her side. She knew what was coming and prepared. As she slowed down her movements, his started. He bucked up into her, slowly at first, enjoying the pleasure of movement and the idea of face-fucking her. He gave her the time to adjust to the angle first, then moved fast, shallow enough not to gag her, but deep enough to feel his head hit the back of her throat. She did her best to look at him and now he didn’t break eye contact, both of them silently telling each other “You are mine, and I am yours”, with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth and her straining to let it in without resistance.
Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her up gently but firmly, sliding her mouth off his cock. She made a whimper of disappointment, and he quickly pulled her up to him, kissing her full in the mouth before turning her on her back. It was his turn.
He climbed on top of her, kissing her at first, using one arm for support and the other to caress her all over. He played with her tits and he kissed and bit her neck, slowly making his way down, grabbing her legs with his strong arms and opening them to where he wanted them. She caressed of him what she could, feeling the hot muscles of his arms and back under her fingers, before he disappeared below her waist.
He covered her mound in kisses, his hot breath feeling cold on the wetness of her pussy. He played with her outer lips, kissing and licking and toying with them as she squirmed, wanting him to hit the mark. And, as if to pay her back, he suddenly pulled away and lunged forward, a hand spreading her lips, his tongue pressing firmly into her depths. He stayed there, tasting her delicious nectar on his tongue, slowly withdrawing as he licked his way out.
Then his tongue moved up, never losing contact with her, the weight on its tip as she liked it. He traced upwards over her lips and beside and over her clit, finding but not touching the little hood. He licked around it, slowly but firmly, as his hand traced a finger on her thigh and came to find her entrance down below.
And as he pushed his finger into her, he licked it. Lightly, running his tongue over it downwards, he put the full warmth of his tongue over her clit, the hood sliding slightly with it, just as his finger plunged in a curled up. He found the spot, her secret spot, the one she liked to much, and began fucking her, pressure put it into that spot, the rest of his hand resting on her lips.
As his hand methodically worked downwards, his tongue circled her clit, darting over it occasionally; consistent, rhythmic movement that soon had her chest heaving, her face reddening, her nipples hard and dark. Her eyes were closed tight, as she did when she started to enjoy herself, almost trying to contain the pleasure.
Then she began to moan, in rhythm with her breathing. That’s when her hands darted up to her tits and she began playing with them, squeezing, pinching nipples, rubbing. His movements down became ever so faster, his finger fucking her, his tongue continuing playing with her clit. The hood, slowly retracting, showed more and more of it, so that occasionally his tongue was brushing against it, sending flashes of pleasure screaming down her body.
Her breathing became more ragged, her chest glistening with sweat. Involuntarily she was moving in concert with him, her hips bucking against his face and his finger. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she grabbed his head with her hands, fingers through his hair, and she pressed his face down exactly where she wanted it, and he knew it was time.
His rhythm stayed the same, but now his tongue was only on her clit, gently, letting her hips and hands provide the pressure where she wanted it, he concentrating on fucking her pussy below. She spoke now for the first time: “Holy shit, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
As her hand kept him in place, another went back up to her tits, playing harshly with them now, pinching down on her nipples, manhandling them; then they were on the sheets, grabbing them, straining against them, trying to find purchase to buck ever more powerfully into him.
He took it happily, excited by her pussy pressing in his face and the pleasure coursing through her. Then, as her breathing sped up, he heard it: “Baby I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum baby, I love you Ah! Aah!”; her little scream, it always heralded her orgasm, and his finger felt her pussy contracting. She bucked a few more times into him, her hand gone, her body losing coordination in her ecstasy. He reduced the pressure, knowing how sensitive she got right after coming, but leaving neither her clit nor her pussy uncovered.
As her breathing slowed down she opened her eyes, looking at him lovingly. She mouthed low, imperceptibly: “Fuck me”.
He rose, taking his cock up in his pussy-drenched hands. He pumped it a couple of times as he looked at her with that hard, animalistic look. He plunged back down onto her, into her neck, kissing and biting, as she moaned reflexively and hugged him. His hands went down and spread her legs, then under her ass to turn it at the angle he wanted, and he plunged in.
He didn’t go slow, or gentle; he didn’t need to. He pumped into her with primal strength, pinning her with his dick to the mattress, as she closed her eyes and moaned loudly at the inrush of sensations. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his hips, pumping in and out of her and taking in all the feelings: the wetness around his head when he was almost out, the warmth when he plunged in deep, her hips bucking rhythmically to keep up.
Without stopping fucking her or pulling out he straightened up, his ass resting on his heels, his knees spread wide to bring him close to her. He picked up her legs and put them on his shoulders, fucking her slower now, enjoying the rhythmic back and forth. His hand slid down her legs, avariciously taking fistfuls of her flesh.
Then, his thumb found her wet, wet pussy, pressing into her labia and around her clit. She moaned loudly, tearing at her sheets. He threw his head back, a deep moan finally escaping him; he fucked her like that, his eyes closed, abandoned to the sensation. She looked up to him, loving and craving his tight body, the abs contracting to push him into her, the strong arms holding her legs in place, the muscled forearm working his fingers on her pussy.
When his head came back down he looked at her, the spectacle of her pale body, her skin reddened by heat and by contact, her tits self-mauled with the hard nipples, her flushed face. He knew what he wanted.
He moved her legs to the side, turning her on her front, then picked up her ass; she followed after him, propping herself up on her hands and knees. She looked back, throwing her long blonde hair over her should as she did so, to watch him grab him hard dick and slide it a few times over her opening. Then, looking her in the eye, he pushed in.
He bucked into her a few times, enjoying the new sensation and adjusting the angles. Then, when he was satisfied with the smooth operating of their union, he grabbed her hips and went to town. In this position he could fuck her deep without risk of pain, so he bucked into her hard, powerfully, animalistic lust driving him. His hips slapped into her ass over and over, driving his hard dick into excruciatingly pleasurable plunges into her depths.
She struggled to keep herself upwards for a while, the strong feeling of his dick incredible in this position, the ancient desire to be taken awakened by it. Then, abandoning herself completely to the hard fuck, she laid her chest into the bed, her head turned aside, her eyes closed, moaning with her breaths and with every one of his hard thrusts.
He fucked her like that for a long while, letting go of the rational part of his mind, lost, purely focused on the animalistic act of fucking. When he felt his orgasm nearing, as his balls began to churn, he moved a hand from her hip down to her front and started flicking her clit, hard.
She moaned louder as he did, their voices enmeshed in pleasure, both them nearing climax. “Baby…” he said through his ragged breathing “baby…”; she opened an eye, looking at him in his pleasure, him almost unable to contain himself, his hand working hard on her as his beautiful ass pushed him deep and hard into her.
“Baby” she returned, moans breaking up her syllables “baby, yes, I’m gonna cum…cum in me baby, I’m gonna cum, cum in me…” and he lost it. He bucket hard into her, fully slamming with abandon, pushing her flat on the madness, trying to get himself as deep as possible, his hand crused between her but not stopping. He cried coming as she did, his seed spewing hot into her, his pushes erratic and frantic; crushing her, yet she did not care. He moaned into her ear, whispering “baby, I love you so much, I love fucking you, baby” as she whispered back “baby oh I love you too, so much, I love when you fuck me”.
They kissed, her arm twisting back to caress his face with a finger, his reaching up to caress her hair, he still embedded deep into her, bucking lightly, their fluids slowing leaking to make a mess on the bed. He moved, still firmly planted in her, to her side, as they kissed softly, hugging her close, his nose pressed in her hair breathing her smell in.
They stayed still like that, naked, enjoying the contact of skin on skin, for a few minutes. After a while, she turned and said ‘Baby? You are still hard baby?’ and at those words he started moving again, as his hand moved to her quickly-hardening nipples. ‘Yes’ he said, his hips bucking into her from behind as she closed her eyes ‘yes I am’.
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