Sanders runs his tongue over the seam of my lips.
I part my mouth to allow his tongue entry.
The velvet warmth slides into my mouth and caresses my own tongue.
Our kiss deepens. I forget everything and my whole body is about this kiss.
Then, he trails one hand down my spine until he undoes my bra with what seems like a quick touch. Sanders may not have jumped into bed with me right away but he knows exactly what he's doing. Sanders kisses me like I'm the only thing in the world, as if kissing me is all he wants to do and has ever wanted.
It is literally breathtaking. I'm inhaling him. He's so masculine, a spiced, woodsy scent to him that makes me curious what other parts of him are going to taste like. After the way he's kissing me, I know that I want to take my chance to show him every little trick in my repertoire.
And, god.
If the man kisses like this? Imagine what his mouth is like anywhere else.
As if Sanders can read my mind, he lays me back against the bed and looks into my eyes.
My mouth will be bruised from the intensity of the kiss. My lips sting in the absence of his, and my hand unconsciously goes up to touch them. No one has ever kissed me like that before. A tiny voice in my head is wondering if anyone else ever will kiss me like that again.
And this was supposed to be his reward!
Sanders closes a hand over my bra and yanks it off, tossing it off in the other direction, behind him, without a care.
The air on my skin gives me a chill. I lick my lips in anticipation of what else Sanders might be about to do to my body. I would have been down for a quick fuck is nothing compared to this. Not the way he makes my body feel.
Sanders growls (yes, growls) as his mouth comes to my jawline. His hands close over my breasts, cupping them.
My hands reach out and grasp the sheets.
Sanders kisses a line of kisses down my jaw, down my neck, and to the valley between my breasts. He licks me with that warm, wet velvet tongue, arousing my skin further.
Every little hair on my body stands on edge. My nipples pebble up in his hands and runs his palms over them, then squeezes them lightly. I arch my back and gasp at the sensation. It is like the intensity of his every touch is more intense than anything I have ever felt.
A low, thrumming need vibrates through my pulse. I didn't realize my eyes were squeezed shut until I release them and when I look at him, I see him bringing his mouth to one of my breasts. The now free hand trails down to my belly and strokes my skin there almost like he doesn't realize that he's still touching me with that hand, drawing lazy circles and needless patterns over my tummy that's taut with need. Pressure building inside me, heat pooling within me. When his warm mouth closes
over my breast, I feel a flood of moisture in my panties. His tongue slowly swirls around my nipple and I gasp. I'm so aroused in this moment. I have never felt so needy during foreplay, not like this.
The deliberate and slow way that he touches me makes me feel...okay this is dumb but I seriously feel like he treats me like a princess. Who knew that there were real life guys like this? I've been slumming it with horn dogs and perv bags. Or at the very least, men who's tongues don't feel like they're altering the pull of gravity and plummeting heaven down to earth.
Seriously, his tongue works over my nipple and I am moaning. Like, real moaning in a loud and needy way.
Sanders releases that nipple and moves to the other, and his other hand starts stroking over the wet vee of my panties.
"Stacy, you need me, don't you, on that wet pussy of yours?" Sanders growls against my skin, the purr bringing a vibration to my nipple. He captures it in his teeth and I let out a long, insistent moan.
"Yes, oh, god, you said on," I say, grinning stupidly.
Sanders lets out a hearty chuckle that rumbles through his body, and on my own. "Yeah." His hand dips into my panties. "I wanna taste you, Stacy," he says, hot breath over my wet nipple making me tingle. "I want you coming all over my face before I even slide a finger inside that pussy." His fingers tease through my folds, long, wide fingers working through the moisture that's made my pussy slick with need.
I have no doubt that just that tongue could kill me with a thousand orgasms, and just the thought is making my clit twitch. His palm against my clit makes me grind my hips, humping up against his hand with lust and need. I'm aching for him to touch my pussy more. Not this teasing! How am I supposed to take any more of this and not scream?
Sanders swirls his tongue over my hard nipple and groans against my skin, then releases my nipple. His mouth nibbles down until he reaches my panties. He hooks both thumbs in and pulls them down. I wiggle out of them for him, helping him get me naked as soon as possible.
His eyes look up into mine as he lowers his face there. Sanders grasps my hands, interlocking our fingers and holding me tight.
When his mouth hits my pussy, I'll be the one doing the squeezing.
Without breaking our eye contact, Sanders brings out his tongue and takes the flat, wide length of it out, hovering over my pussy. Dropping the underside to rest on my folds for just a second, Sanders draws his tongue down and then rolls it back up.