Within seconds the kiss turned hungry, heated with desire. Mine for her, hers for me.
She moved back out of the kiss and that little smile turned saucy. It reminded me of the nights when we’d created that bubble of passion and lived in it.
“How long do you have?” she asked, running her perfectly manicured fingers over my chest.
“An hour tops.” This was the selfish part of me taking over. It knew I should head over to the park and join the others looking for the blueprints but it was more concerned with her.
That selfish part of me saw her with equal importance to everything else. It also knew there was no way I’d just come to her place to look in on her and not touch her the way I wanted.
“Do you want to go upstairs with me?” she asked. When she tilted her head to the side, her platinum hair drifted over her delicate shoulders giving me a good eyeful of the swell of her breasts pressing against her camisole top.
“Yes,” I replied. That was the only answer. Yes.
As if I could say anything else besides a yes.
She put out her hand to take mine and I took it allowing the beauty to lead me upstairs to her room.
She locked the door and made sure she put the latch on to avoid our previous mistake.
As the door snapped shut it was as if we’d stepped into that bubble again.
The bubble had been created and nothing else mattered.
She pressed her hand against my chest and smiled, ushering me toward her bed, where I sat.
I loved how confident she was with herself, her body, with me.
Not shy at all and completely in control. She knew her beauty and the effect she had. When she chose to, she didn’t hold back. This was one of those times.
She reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, unveiling her gorgeous breasts. They bobbled as she moved and I took the moment to look at her. Her breasts full and round were ripe, the pink tips already hard and pointed, pleading to be sucked.
Deciding I wouldn’t keep her waiting, I took hold of her tiny waist and pulled her to me.
A hum of pure satisfaction fell from her lips when I closed my mouth over her left nipple and sucked hard. Sucking like I could taste her and enjoying the feel of her soft flesh in my mouth.
I sucked harder, loving that she allowed me to do this to her. Loving that she would allow me to do whatever I wanted to her, completely yielding to my will, giving me control over her body.
Her body that was forbidden to me.
She moaned into each suckle and pressed into me when I started alternating between each breast so I could give her the pleasure I knew she wanted.
I wanted to take her from behind tonight, that was what I wanted.
Her with her perfect ass up, her gorgeous tits bouncing while I pounded into her.
It was the perfect vision. Perfect image in my head to make me take her.
I stripped the rest of her clothes off and set her down naked on the bed.
She watched me with that seductive smile of hers while I shrugged out of my clothes. The need in her eyes clung to mine.
I took hold of her again, setting her on her hands and knees while I positioned myself behind her. Sliding my fingers into her pretty pussy I smiled at how ready she was for me and couldn’t resist a taste. Just one little taste. One taste of her sweet nectar to remember.
I lowered and ran my hand down the curve of her back, right down to her hot, wet passage and bent my head low to lick at the hard nub of her clit. She gasped out loud encouraging me to lick harder and suck.
The tortured moan that echoed from her lips hardened my cock and I almost climaxed right there from the sound.
For fear of embarrassing myself in that way I stopped tasting her delicious nectar and grabbed her hips with one hand, then guided the fat head of my cock to her entrance with the other.
