“Then why the fuck aren’t you?” She raises an eyebrow.
Fuck, she’s sexy and she knows it. She’s playing me like a fucking violin, and it’s music to my ears.
My cock twitches and tingles in my pants, begging to be free to rub against her inner thighs.
The air is dense and sweaty between us. My heart pounds in my eardrums as my breath catches in my throat.
I want this moment to linger in my mind forever. I take a mental picture before I lean in for our first kiss.
I press my face in her neck, burrowing in to kiss her there first, to tease and tempt. I nibble on her earlobe, and she runs her hands through my hair.
Fuck, it feels so good having her hands on me right now. It makes me want her to touch me for fucking ever.
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sp; Fuck, how I wish that life had a pause and rewind button. This is one scene I’d put on repeat.
I move my lips to her mouth, hungry with desire for her. With an almost frantic need, our lips finally meet as I crush my mouth to hers.
She tastes like sweet cherries. Her hair smells like coconut, and I’m in fucking heaven right now, intoxicated by her scent and taste.
She parts her lips to allow my tongue inside for exploring. Her kisses send electrifying jolts of pleasure running up and down my spine.
“I want to taste you.” My voice drips with sexual innuendo because at the same time, I’m talking about her sweet pussy. And she knows it.
“Feel me,” she commands, and I obey.
I take my skilled right hand and push it between her legs.
“Fuck,” I bite out instinctively as soon as I feel the wet, sticky goodness.
She smiles wickedly at me.
“I told you.”
“Did I do this to you, baby?”
I already know the answer to my own question is hell fucking yes.
She grins and giggles a little, squirming beside me.
I let go of her wrists and leave her unpinned…at least for now. I’m so hot for her that I could fuck her right here, right up against the wall in the middle of my foyer.
I want to take care and precision with this one, though, soaking up the moment to make it last forever. Slowly, I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” Her voice is thick with desire.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop touching you,” I reassure her as I bring her to my master bedroom.
I turn on a soft lamp. I still want to be able to see every feature of her beautiful shape, her gorgeous face, but I want perfect lighting to fill the room. The ambiance is important, every guy knows that.
“Come over to the bed,” I instruct, and she does as she’s told.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks.
Sure, I can narrate, but I’d rather show her in actions how I’m going to destroy that sweet pussy and bring her to the exploding finale of orgasm.
She quivers as I lean her over on the bed and push her legs open.