Stacy Vs. SEAL

There’s a lot to be said about kissing. Nowadays, most men just want to get their clothes off and stick their cocks somewhere dark and warm; kissing has been relegated to the lesser category of foreplay. But that’s wrong; kissing is an art form, and a lost one at that.

That’s why a kiss can tell you a lot of things, especially about how good everything else is going to be. And when Chase’s lips touch mine, I only need a fraction of a second to realize that, with him, I’m in for a treat.

His mouth fits on mine like the long lost piece of a puzzle, and I just close my eyes and surrender to him. His hands are on my waist as he pulls me into him, our bodies pressed tight as I use my tongue to part his lips and explore his mouth. He tastes differently from all the other men I’ve kissed, and I can’t help but think that this is how a real man should taste. It reminds me of the ocean and of long plains, a day’s work under the setting sun.

Our tongues dance around one another softly, and I feel myself growing wetter with each passing second. The fabric of my thong is already sticking to my skin, my fluids drenching it as desire takes over me. I’ve never been a naive woman; I’m a city dweller, after all, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life. It’s as if there’s an aura around Chase, one of power and manliness, and that aura envelops and subjugates me without a word between us.

“Carla,” he says, my name hanging heavy in the air around us. I stare into his eyes, my mouth slightly ajar as my heart starts drumming a wild song of lust and sin.

“Fuck me,” I find myself saying, the sound of my voice coming out of my lips honeyed and sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever been this direct with a man, but with Chase, I just know small-talk isn’t something that’s necessary. One exchanged glance and we already know everything there’s to know.

He doesn’t reply; he just smiles, his lips curling into a grin, and then kisses me again. His hands go around my waist and then down, over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he pulls me into him harshly. I thrust against him without even thinking, needing to feel my crotch against his; there’s something big there, something long and thick, and it’s pulsing with a raw hunger that makes my insides clench.

I place one hand on his chest and slowly slide it down his shirt, only stopping when I find the hem of his pants. I feel his leather belt under my fingertips, and I bite my lower tip as I open my hand wide and prepare to go for his crotch.

Still without saying a word, he grabs my hand and, looking into my eyes, places it over the hard shape pushing back against his pants. I bite harder on my lower lip, realizing that his cock is far bigger than I thought it’d be. I curl my fingers around its thick shape, but I can barely grab it with just one hand.

“It’s so…” I start to say, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper, but I don’t know how to finish my sentence. It’s so what? Big, huge, monstrous? It’s all that and some more, and I can’t wait to really feel it. My heart is beating so fast now that I can barely think straight, but my unconscious mind is still working: letting go of his cock, I go for his belt and unbuckle it. Then, taking a deep breath to steady my hands, I undo the top button of his pants and pull the zipper down.

His cock is tenting his boxer briefs, and I can’t help but look down at it. With one finger, I trace its contour, going from its root to the tip. Twelve inches, if not more, that’s my guess. I grit my teeth and, moving fast, slide my hand under his boxer briefs and, turning my wrist, I grab his thick shaft. The warmness of his cock spreads to the palm of my hand, and that’s all it takes for me to become a truly wet mess. It won’t be long before my fluids start dripping down my legs.

“Like it?” he asks me, grinning, and the look in his eyes tells me he already knows the answer. I just nod, running my tongue between my lips. Holding my breath, I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him softly as the hunger in eyes keeps on growing.

“I’ve never been with anyone so… big,” I admit, suddenly feeling dizzy as I imagine his thick cock trying to push its way past my pussy lips. Is that even physically possible? I mean, without killing me? I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell willing to find out. You know, for science.

“Here’s your chance, I’m right here,” he says, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. A shiver climbs up my spine as his deep rugged voice caresses my eardrums, and I stop stroking him and just tighten my fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse against the palm of my hand.

With one hand on my waist, he pushes me until my back’s against the wall, and then he takes one hand right to between my thighs. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, bunching up my dress in the process. I gasp as he does it, but then I moan as he takes his hand off and slides it under the hemline of my dress, his fingers finding their way to my drenched thong.

“Seems like you really want my cock,” he says, rubbing his fingers back and forth over the wet fabric, caressing my pussy lips. My muscles tense up under his touch, and it feels like his fingers are made of fire and electricity. There’s something magical to his touch, that’s for sure.

“You seem tight,” he whispers, that grin of his widening until it becomes devilish, “are you tight, Carla?”

“I… I…” I mutter, but I don’t even know what to tell him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see that for myself soon enough,” he says, and that image of his cock pushing its way past my drenched folds bubbles up to the surface once more.

He presses harder on my pussy and I gasp again, my insides clenching with anticipation. Grabbing at the fabric, he pulls on it, and I close my eyes as I feel my thong leaving my wet pussy. He pushes it down my legs and, once it falls in a bunch at my feet, I just kick it off.

His hand is back between my thighs in a heartbeat, and this time it’s a moan that leaves my lips, my naked pussy burning at the touch of his fingers. He finds my clit quickly enough and, rubbing on it, he forces my brain to go on overdrive. But he doesn’t linger there for too long; no, his fingers start caressing the length of my pussy, going up and down my wet folds with a maddening slowness.

Before I know it, I’m moving my hips, thrusting against his hand in pure desperation. I’m not in control of my body anymore; I’m just like a puppet, pleasure pulling the strings and assuming all control. And I don’t care; I don’t care one little bit.

Using his middle finger, he presses it right on my pussy and starts sliding it in, feeding into me with that frustrating patience of his. He curls it upward, only stopping when his fingertip feels that hidden spot of pure delight tucked away inside of me.

“Yes, you’re really tight,” he whispers, pressing so hard on my G-spot that bright lights explode behind my shut eyelids. He doesn’t move his hand; he just holds it there, his finger pressed tight on my G-spot as he rests his thumb over my clit. Pressing on these two spots at the same time, he waits while that high voltage current builds under my skin, electrifying every inch of my aching body. Then, he starts fingering me at a furious pace, all that patience thrown to the curb.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you, Carla,” he continues, fingering me so hard that I can’t even speak. Even if I could somehow force my mouth to make a sound, I doubt my brain would be able to produce a coherent sentence.

“Oh… Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at his shirt so hard that my knuckles turn white. I’m gritting my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up as if concrete was being poured inside them. The electricity crackling inside of me turns into an electric storm, and it rages through my brain so suddenly that I can’t help but scream. Or, well, try to; the moment I open my mouth to do it, the only sound I can do is a whispered moan of pure ecstasy.

“So good,” I manage to say, forcing my eyelids open and staring at him as if I’ve just woken up from a thousand years of deep sleep.

“That? Please,” he grins, narrowing his eyes in such a way that I almost melt. He just shrugged off my words as if I had no idea what I was talking about… As if there’s a lot more—and a lot better—to come. And, somehow, I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And rightfully so. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” he promises me and, without giving me the time for a reply, he goes down to his knees in front of me, both his hands on my waist.

Grabbing at the hemline of my dress, he pushes it up and holds it around my waist. I feel exposed, knowing that his eyes are now focused on my pussy, but that just makes me even wetter than before, and really, I don’t know how that's even possible.

With his lips on my right knee, he starts kissing me up my leg, going straight to my inner thigh. I throw my head back, pressing it against the wall, and sigh loudly. He keeps on teasing me with his mouth, taking it as far as my groin but never further. He does it until the desperation inside me becomes a burning need, and I reach for him and tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him into me while I thrust. He doesn’t budge, though, and just keeps on kissing and licking until I’m ready to beg.