Jason layed her down, kissing his way down her core. He counted her ribs against his soft full lips. She bit her lips, goosebumps forming against her skin as he inched lower. Their hearts pounded, her hands found his shoulders as he took hold of her thighs. His rough hands were gentle. He didn’t force her, he didn’t have too. The ways he touched her, the way he spoke, the way his tongue traced hearts against her skin, she was melting, surrendering to him so willingly. He loved her, she knew. He didn’t have to breathe a word about his feelings, she could feel it.
His breath against her thighs wrote poetry, Shakey, broken with desire, longing. She looked down at him as his kisses became bites. She smiled as her legs spread submissively. He was marking her, with his wild wolf love. She didn’t even care. She wanted to be his. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and he was the best she’d ever had. She’d never known love making could feel like this. It’s everything she had ever wanted, and he hadn’t even started. He tugged at her panties and she smiled. They both wanted the same thing and she willingly lifted her tight round ass to allow him access. He was still being gentle… It was teasing her, she had liked it at first but she’d waited long enough. She ran her fingers through his wild black hair and pushed his face down between her legs smiling. He smirked and she exploded into giggles. “Tease” she smiled at him and they locked eyes as he kissed her. Her breath hitched and she started to breathe faster and faster as he made out with her. Her eyes closed, her back arched and she let out a long moan as his tongue slid from between her lips and into hers. “God… Jason” she nearly cried. She had no idea how badly she had needed him until this moment.
Author: jasonkhaistro
Our first date… Part pick up line, part erotica lol
I want to take you out on a perfectly honest to goodness date. I’ll be the perfect gentleman, holding the door and your chair. Seeing personally to your every desire, anticipating your needs. I’ll flirt but gently, engage you in conversation, talk about you more then me, but never shy away from opening up. I’m thinking dinner. I’m a chef so I’ll take you somewhere nice, and recommend something exceptional. I’ll pick you up and take you home, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek. Unless you invite me inside. If you do, the second that latch clicks, you’re mine. I won’t ask. I’ll grab you. Push you against the wall and show you exactly who you belong too. My hands all over your body, my tongue down your throat, your clothes falling away as I feel you up. Grabbing you by the hair, bending you over, slapping that ass before tearing your panties away. My fingers finding your little flower and penetrating you as you gasp helplessly against the wall. I’ll ask if you’ve ever squirted before as I explore your insides. Like a locksmith I’ll test each of your tumblers until I hear that little click. Your answer to the question holds little significance, except whether or not I hold your hand directly in the stream of your forceful orgasm as you scream with your knees knocking. It won’t take long. I know exactly what I’m doing. Hundred bucks says you can’t stay on your feet five minutes. Wheyour knees finally give you’ll kneel in your puddle and thank your new Daddy and try to prove you’re GF material with your pretty smile, I like it sloppy so don’t hold back. If you impress me, you might just get a new boyfriend before the end of the night. If you don’t, I’ll just take control and show you what I expect of you. When you’ve returned the favor, I’ll pick you up. You can point me to your bedroom so I can finish doing what I want to you, and to your bed. I’ll toss you in bed. You have about two seconds to get undressed of anything that remains before I tear it off you. I want it from the front first, then from behind. Yes I will spank you and grope and squeeze and choke and pull your hair. I like the helpless little faces you make when you’re being manhandled while your body trembles. I literally get off on watching your muscles Arch and jerk. I’ll let you ride my dick, but then I’ma eat you out, because that gets me off too. Something about having your clit in my mouth, my tongue dancing across it to the music as I look up at you with my deep intense eyes. Watching your back Arch, your stomach tightening as your legs shake. Hearing your moans and seeing your eyes roll back as I tug your clit just a little tighter into my eager mouth, your juices spilling over onto my cheeks as you squirm. I smirk as I watch you start to cum. I might give you this one… Just this one perfect oral orgasm… The next one you will be screaming. I wanna finger you again. I wanna get sprayed in the face, and on my chest, all over my cock. I’m going to have my finger on your trigger and hold it down like a full automatic. You will be begging, pleading for me to let you stop cumming. That will be an important lesson for you, that you will cum on my command. That your body literally will cum without ceasing if that’s what I want it to do. That your body is absolutely and utterly under my control, and that my hunger for your orgasms is frighteningly insatiable. I’ll explain it to you, in a calm collected voice, even as your pussy continues to spray. I’ll repeat myself after you scream to make sure you heard it. Speak up as you gasp and spit and whine incoherently as your pussy continues to gush with cum. “Do you understand that your body is mine, and I can make you cum as much as I choose?” You’re going to have to answer properly before I stop massaging your gspot, forcing orgasms out of you like a ten mile long freight train. Then I’ll fuck you. Yeah… Just because. I’ll fuck you one more time as you lay completely immobile except for your orgasm after shocks. Your body is mine now. You’ll never cum without squirting ever again. Everytime you cum you’ll be reminded what I did to you. And you’ll know it, as you lie there getting pounded deep against your back walls in a soaked drenched bed… That you never should have invited me in.
Me, my boyfriend and… My girlfriend. Breakfast in Bed. A twinflame erotica
My eyes fluttered open and I found myself in bed snuggled between Jason and Laura. I bit my lip and grinned, looking from his body to hers.
Jason was sprawled out there, t-shirt and boxers, his arm Around me under the pillow, Laura’s hand resting against my tit, I could feel her underwire bra against my back, her Lacy intimate panties against my ass.
They were both equally tempting, I loved him in a deeper way, but Laura’s smooth sexy tattooed skin, her silky auburn hair, dressed in that lingerie just got me so wet, but I needed that cock. I really just couldn’t go with out.
I moved slowly, delicately, not wanting to wake either of them. I didn’t have any desire to make Laura jealous, and I didn’t necessarily think it would, but having over heard some of her conversations with Jason about her feelings, it occurred to me that Laura might be harboring some intense romantic feelings for me. I hadn’t ever asked her about it, though I really wished I had. Still, I had my own needs to consider too, of course.