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Sanders brings his mouth lower down my collarbone, to the exposed vee of flesh from my blouse. The tiny cold sliver of the remaining ice flows right down my cleavage. I shudder at the cold, wet sensation.
Sanders grinds his hard cock against me, clothes between us but keeping very little to our imaginations. I know now that he's not going to rush, though, and that's both promising and infuriating. I want him. I want that cock I feel against me buried inside me until I shout out at the sheer pleasure of that massive cock filling me up with every inch of it...but I want every minute of the delicious minute of whatever else he has in store for me. He said the night. Could I take a whole night of anything he has planned?
I guess we are both about to discover that. I'm going to do my best. Part of the reason is because I'm already wondering if tonight is the last night that I will spend with Sanders. Part of me just genuinely wants to enjoy whatever he intends to do tonight. If I can trust nothing else, I can trust him with my body. That, he knows oh so well, even with so little time to get acquainted. Not that he didn't pack it in before. Ha ha. Right. I can't follow any more mental diversions. He removes my shirt and his teeth are on my bra. He looks up into my eyes and then removes the clasps. I thought for a moment that he might tear the bra right off of me with his teeth. It sent a wicked thrill through me. But that moment of eye contact when Sanders did the gentle thing but let his power hang in the air? That's downright addictive. I took a hit of that sensation and let it rush to my head.
My head that falls back in pleasure that instant the coolness of the air on my now bare breasts is replaces by his hands and mouth, exploring my flesh with the sensual thrall that only his touch on my skin can offer. I want to beg him for more but I can't. I focus on breathing and how it feels when he touches me. The heat that rose in my belly crawls to my toes and arches through my back. Tickles along my spine and plants wicked urges in my mind.
"You taste so good. I could lick your whole body all night, if I didn't have even better plans," Sanders growls against my skin. There's something commanding in eve
n this compliment that sets my breathing crooked, hitching in my throat and making me tremble a little beneath him. I want so much more. My pussy is flooding my panties and I can't believe how wet I am already.
Sanders must be able to feel it against his cock, because he trails a hand down, beneath my skirt and hooks up to reach into the thin strip of what passes for panties nowadays. More lace than function, and more wet than dry now. His fingers run the full length of my slit and tease around my opening. I am completely melting now, shuddering in his arms and aching for him to increase what he's offering. A moan grows low in my throat and I want to be able to capture the heat that he's offering. My clit twitches. I bite my lip.
Sanders seizes one of my nipples in between his teeth and again the threat of so much more hangs in the air. The nibble on my nipple is then met with tongue and I simmer beneath this touch. The moan is breathy and slowly leaving my lips when he brings his thumb up to my clit. The air behind my moan pushes out into a low groan and I am ready to beg. I whimper a little as he picks up the speed with which he's circling my clit with this thumb, but it is still so maddeningly not fucking me hard that my greedy body find itself still unsatisfied. I am shaking beneath his touch. My legs squeeze against him, my hips angling to urge him for more.
But Sanders lets out a small laugh that tells me that not only does he know exactly what I want, but that he knows exactly when he plans to give it to me and I will not alter his timeline.
Sanders drags his mouth up my neck, making me sigh and reach out for him, before his lips crash over mine. A thousand brush strokes of lust paint over our mouths as our kiss deepens, our tongues flowing together and exploring each other's mouths with raw need. He moans into my mouth, his knuckles grazing over my pussy folds, and I am quaking in his hold, kissing him like a drowning woman hanging onto her life raft.
For a moment, we look into each other's eyes only for the second of coming up for air, and then our mouths close over one another's and our eyelids flutter shut. Time could stop, and the world could crumble around us, for all we care. His lips are like warm butter, his tongue sweet and strong with whisky, melting against my mouth until neither one of us can keep up with how fast our bodies are responding to each other. His hand under my skirt has me jumping through hoops in my brain, making sure that I don’t forget to breathe. I need to feel his touch so much more than what he’s offering me, but I am holding on and holding out just like he wants me too.
Sanders strokes his fingers through my wet folds, teasing me more with his touch, with more pressure and weight behind it this time. I nibble on his lip because I am overtaken by his touch. I can’t push for any more from him because he has me pinned down. Sanders breaks our kiss and pulls his fingers out, licking my arousal from his skin. He brings his other hand to unzip my skirt and I help him slide me out of it. He loops his fingers into the sides of my panties, curling into them and pulling them down. The delicate fabric trailing down my skin makes me sigh, such a tease with everything else that he’s doing to me.
And when they get to my ankles, he just stops.
He doesn’t pull them down any more, keeps them there. Which keeps my ankles together.
“Don’t let those fall while I turn you over,” Sanders growls, rasping his knuckles over my inner thigh and watching the way it makes my lips part with the sensation. “That’s a very delicate fabric, I don’t want it torn while I lick your pussy.” His voice is full of dark promise and it shoots thrills through my body.
Sanders is a little kinkier than I imagined, though it wasn’t exactly the most simple or vanilla sexual experience of my life when we fucked the first time.
“Yes, sir,” I say with a sigh.
“Hey, sir is for officers. I worked for a living,” Sanders says with a laugh. I feel the prickle of his stubble on my skin as he flips me over. I take it I stepped on some military thing I don’t quite understand, but that’s okay. Neither one of us minds. Right now we’re both thinking about how he’s pressed my ass up to his face.
I can feel his breath on my pussy. My legs are together, but bent over in this position he can see all of me. My exposed wet pussy shivers with the feel of his warm breath tickling me, so close. I want to push back against him and when his mouth lands on my pussy, grind my hips and reach back and hold his face there. I’m the kind of girl that enjoys getting off, sure, but there’s something about Sanders that makes me want to go all unladylike and just go after the parade of orgasms. Of course, I also know that I don’t have to do that and he’ll bring everything that I need. So, I inhale.
Sanders swipes his tongue over my clit and twists it around, then delves through my folds and strokes me with his tongue.
I exhale a massive moan. His stubble brushing against me makes me ache with need. A pressure builds in my belly, daggers of lust thrusting through my core to make me wanton and begging for more. But I don’t wiggle my ass. I stay as still as I can manage. Sanders speeds up his tongue and his hands spread my pussy apart. The intensity makes me think of the difference between a pop song and an aria in an opera. They could both deal with the same emotions but the depth of the aria touches something in your soul that your basic experience cannot. Translation? No one has ever eaten my pussy like this before. The longer he goes on and his face is pressed against my pussy, the further my soul delves into the capacity for sensation my body has.
Sanders slides a finger through my folds and my breath hitches in my throat.
He sinks that finger inside my pussy, curling until he reaches my G-spot, and I gasp loudly. I want to cry, my eyes are welling up, the sensation is so intense. Trying to stay still and keep my composure is more difficult than I could have imagined it would be.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Sanders groans against my clit. The vibration takes me over the edge and I feel the blooming coils of lust boiling me to my core.
He slides another finger inside of me, thick and strong, pumping so fast into my pussy that I want to scream out and beg for his cock. Even though his fingers are so big though, that’s one hell of an upgrade. I’m going to shut my mouth — at least as far as begging words are concerned — because my pussy is getting worked up to that. Besides, right now, I am loving his tongue lapping over my clit right now. The delicious agony of his mouth on my body makes me sigh. I had no idea that I could close my eyes and see so many colors. But I shut my eyes when his other hand starts to stroke my thighs where they are pressed together. When I close my eyes, I can imagine his fingers gliding over my skin. His hands aren’t soft like my skin — they aren’t horribly rough but I can tell he’s done the kind of work that works rough on your hands — and I see his touch like little lights cascading over my body and making me groan. Sanders paints desire over my skin and makes me whimper for more. I feel like a frenetic ball of energy that he’s containing into one space and one position, when what I really want to do is explode.
“I could lick this clit forever. It looks so gorgeous, plumped up and begging for more. I love the way your pussy squeezes my fingers and tells me that you need so much more. Maybe I need to let you come soon,” Sanders says.
I have to focus extra hard on hearing his words. Between the wet thrashing sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy so fast and how fast my heart is beating from his touch, it is like I’m fighting through a symphony of pleasure to hear his words.
“But first,” Sanders says, and he pauses. He kisses a trail up to my ass cheek, sinking his teeth in and making me yelp. “I have to feel you come on my face. I want that wet pussy to shower my face with just how much you like it when I touch you,” Sanders says. His tongue teases over the spot where he nibbled on my ass. He slides his fingers out of my pussy with a wet sound, and brings those soaked fingers to my clit. I shudder and try my hardest not to buck him with need when he fucks his tongue into my pussy so good I think actual tears might streak down my cheeks if he keeps this up.
I’m so close now, you see, and an orgasm is just so close to the surface. I want to scream out and let the orgasm pound through me. I am so, so close. But I’m not quite there. I inhale, exhale, focus on all of the sensations that he creates within me.
Then his tongue slides through my folds just right, touching everywhere I’m trembling, and the pressure in me releases. I feel a flood of my cum gush onto his face. He’s lapping all of it up, never relenting with his tongue and make me shiver against him. My orgasm unfolds like an intricate work of origami that unfolds into something more magnificent the longer it goes on. I’m only going higher and higher, his mouth taking me to nirvana to the point where I feel like I’m actually floating off somewhere like I’ve died and gone to getting my pussy eaten heaven. My body feels lighter. I am hyper aware of my whole body and I want to collapse.
