a familiar perfectly choreographed dance, time stood still for me. Soon enough, kissing her wasn’t enough. I could tell she felt the same when her hands gripped my neck in a desperate hold. Her body pressed into mine, trying to eliminate the space between us. She never stopped my hands as they tentatively traveled over her bare legs, higher up to her hips, and then finally resting on her back beneath her T-shirt.
No bra, no barriers, just smooth warm skin beneath my eager touch. My cock pressed painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I maneuvered her so she straddled me, positioning her pussy perfectly over my hard-on.
My hands went exploring again, starting on her back and moving up her sides to rest right below her breasts. She pulled away, her green eyes betraying how much she wanted me at that moment. While never breaking eye contact, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, gifting me with her beautiful smile. The apprehension and doubt she usually exhibited were nowhere to be found on her gorgeous face.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure I want you, if you want me.”
“You have no idea how much I want you.” I dragged my gaze away from hers, roaming it down her body inch by inch until I landed on her breasts. My hands followed the same path, molding over them possessively. I leaned forward until she filled my mouth. One taste and I became completely unhinged. Dangerously close to falling into old patterns caused me to force myself to slow down. This was more than fucking. This was a pivotal moment for us, and an opportunity for me to invade every part of her mind, body, and soul.
With each suck on her nipples, her moans intensified and traveled through me straight to my cock. She tried to find relief by rubbing herself on me, sending my control plummeting over a cliff.
“Fuck, Angela.” I flipped her until she was on her back below me. I feasted on her flesh from her breast to the top of her panties. While leveling her with my stare, I slowly removed them and tossed them to the ground. She was so smooth beneath my touch, and warm beneath my lips. Her legs fell open when I pulled her clit into my mouth.
“Nick,” she called out as I brought her close to the edge, stopping right before she could fall. I should have been in a frenzy, desperate for relief, but inexplicably I wanted to move things along in slow motion.
I could feel her fingers slip into my hair, her grip tightening with each leisurely lap of my tongue. I repeated the motion over and over, determined to build her back up but pull away just before she went over. She anticipated my next move, and held my head ensuring I didn’t move away. My smile against her prompted her to say, “It’s not funny. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good,” I murmured against her, finishing her off with a firm suck while burying two fingers deep inside her.
“Oh God, Nick,” she called out as she came long and hard against my mouth.
—
After I took her first orgasm of the night, she took mine. We were in the kitchen getting something to drink. We couldn’t keep our hands or mouths off each other. My hard-on never lessened, and when she dropped to her knees I practically came from the sight of her looking up at me as she lowered my jeans and briefs.
I had imagined what it would feel like having her full lips wrapped around me, and my imagination came up short.
I’d never had a blow job blow my mind, for lack of better words. With every suck, I worried my knees would give out. My fingers gripped the edge of the granite countertop more so to keep from collapsing in a heap. I tried to pull out of her mouth, knowing I was about to lose my shit. She clutched me with both hands and took every drop. I came so hard it felt as if my balls would explode.
When she stood, her shy smile was a contradiction to the way she just sucked the life from me through my cock. After admitting she ruined me for life, I wrapped
No bra, no barriers, just smooth warm skin beneath my eager touch. My cock pressed painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I maneuvered her so she straddled me, positioning her pussy perfectly over my hard-on.
My hands went exploring again, starting on her back and moving up her sides to rest right below her breasts. She pulled away, her green eyes betraying how much she wanted me at that moment. While never breaking eye contact, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, gifting me with her beautiful smile. The apprehension and doubt she usually exhibited were nowhere to be found on her gorgeous face.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure I want you, if you want me.”
“You have no idea how much I want you.” I dragged my gaze away from hers, roaming it down her body inch by inch until I landed on her breasts. My hands followed the same path, molding over them possessively. I leaned forward until she filled my mouth. One taste and I became completely unhinged. Dangerously close to falling into old patterns caused me to force myself to slow down. This was more than fucking. This was a pivotal moment for us, and an opportunity for me to invade every part of her mind, body, and soul.
With each suck on her nipples, her moans intensified and traveled through me straight to my cock. She tried to find relief by rubbing herself on me, sending my control plummeting over a cliff.
“Fuck, Angela.” I flipped her until she was on her back below me. I feasted on her flesh from her breast to the top of her panties. While leveling her with my stare, I slowly removed them and tossed them to the ground. She was so smooth beneath my touch, and warm beneath my lips. Her legs fell open when I pulled her clit into my mouth.
“Nick,” she called out as I brought her close to the edge, stopping right before she could fall. I should have been in a frenzy, desperate for relief, but inexplicably I wanted to move things along in slow motion.
I could feel her fingers slip into my hair, her grip tightening with each leisurely lap of my tongue. I repeated the motion over and over, determined to build her back up but pull away just before she went over. She anticipated my next move, and held my head ensuring I didn’t move away. My smile against her prompted her to say, “It’s not funny. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good,” I murmured against her, finishing her off with a firm suck while burying two fingers deep inside her.
“Oh God, Nick,” she called out as she came long and hard against my mouth.
—
After I took her first orgasm of the night, she took mine. We were in the kitchen getting something to drink. We couldn’t keep our hands or mouths off each other. My hard-on never lessened, and when she dropped to her knees I practically came from the sight of her looking up at me as she lowered my jeans and briefs.
I had imagined what it would feel like having her full lips wrapped around me, and my imagination came up short.
I’d never had a blow job blow my mind, for lack of better words. With every suck, I worried my knees would give out. My fingers gripped the edge of the granite countertop more so to keep from collapsing in a heap. I tried to pull out of her mouth, knowing I was about to lose my shit. She clutched me with both hands and took every drop. I came so hard it felt as if my balls would explode.
When she stood, her shy smile was a contradiction to the way she just sucked the life from me through my cock. After admitting she ruined me for life, I wrapped
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