“It’s even better now that you’re here.” I wrap my arms around her snugly and kiss her neck. She drops her head to the side giving me better access. I nip and lick at her skin while groping her breasts and plucking at her nipples. She moans, arching her back, allowing me free admission to her body. Her, slim, smooth, irresistible fucking body.
“Can I have you, Tara?” I ask, only half toying with her.
“You know you can.”
“Any way I want?”
She nods. “Any way.”
I spin her around, the lights of Manhattan sparkling in the window reflecting lightly off her face. I want to see her whole body glimmer like that. I grab the hem of her dress and pull upwards, dragging the material over her head and then drop it on the floor. I then unhook her bra and toss it aside. This woman can make me crumble; she is so utterly perfect. Tara stands in front of me mostly naked, barely batting an eyelash. She is completely comfortable just letting me take her all in. Letting me stare at the exposed body I’m about to devour.
“You have me. Now, what are you going to do with me?” She isn’t teasing me; she’s challenging me. Tara is no sexual wallflower. I learned that the first night we were together. She likes to come, and I have no problems making her scream.Repeatedly.
I smile wickedly at her. “I’m going to bend you over and fuck you. I’m going to watch as you touch yourself. I’m going to tease you until you’re begging. But first . . . I want you to swallow my cock.”
Tara bites her lip. “Is that the exact order?”
“We’re going to mix it up.” I grab her hand and drag her to the bedroom. No more fooling around. Time is not on our side, and my dick can’t stand being in the same room as her without feeling her lips around it.
“Sit.” I push her down on the bed and stand directly in front of her. “Do it.” I push my pelvis out. Tara raises her hands and unbuckles my belt. She then unbuttons my fly and pulls out my straining cock. I’m on fucking fire, a conflagration of sensations that is only burning hotter by the second.
“Baby, now, I can’t wait.” I poke her lips, desperate.
Tara grips my shaft and squeezes tightly. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head; I’m falling apart already, and she’s barely touched me. I didn’t realize the control she had over me until this very second. In her absence, I yearned for her, but inher presence, I ache for her.
Tara takes mercy on me by opening her mouth widely and accepting me all in. I feel it all the way to my tailbone. The heat, the pressure, the way her tongue works the underside of my cock.
“Holy shit.” I grab onto her hair, arch backward and surge into her mouth. She swallows every single thrust, massaging my balls as I greedily reap the pleasure.
“Touch yourself. I want to feel everything you make yourself feel.” I grip her hair firmly, halting all movement. With my cock still securely in her mouth, she reaches down between her legs and slips her hand into her hot pink G-string. I breathe harshly, watching as she closes her eyes, rubs her pussy, and pumps her head.
I could dissipate.
“Keep going, don’t stop.” I urge her on as she sucks me harder, more frantically. Her hand moving more quickly as she squirms on the bed.
“Getting close. I can feel it.” I thrust into her tense mouth. The feeling indescribable. “Make yourself come. I want to feel you make yourself come.”
Tara expels a tortured little moan. It makes me want to rip off her panties so I can watch her finger herself, and as if she reads my mind, she pushes them aside completely exposing her shaved folds. She jams two fingers in and out of her soaking wet entrance with her right hand, while gripping my erection with her left, sucking savagely until she comes. Until she is breathing erratically, shaking wildly, and moaning loudly around my cock. It takes every ounce of control I have not to explode in her mouth. But if I am going to come anywhere tonight, it’s going to be in that sweet, soaked pussy as it milks me dry.
Once Tara’s tremors taper off, I pull out of her mouth. A little string of spit falling from the tip as she lays back on the bed.
I let her rest as I take off my clothes. Once I’ve discarded my shirt and pants, I take the liberty of removing her underwear. What little is left of the stretched out, saturated material.
“Don’t get comfortable. We’re not done yet.” I pull her up by the hand.
“I never said anything about being done.” She peers up at me.
Round two is right around the corner.
“I missed that mouth.” I run my thumb along her bottom lip.
“What else did you miss?” She flutters her eyelashes.
“Your eyes.”
Tara looks up at me surprised.
Not the answer she was expecting?
