Slowly, using my tongue to take her flavor in, I then wrap my lips around her clit and gently suck it in. Circling her clit with my tongue, I take my index finger to her pussy and use it to part her inner lips. Taking my time, I start easing two fingers in, her pussy growing tighter with each inch of her body I conquer.
“This is just the warm-up—you know that, right?” I tease her, taking a second to pull back from her pussy and look up at her. She throws me a half-baked smile, and then simply goes berserk.
“Oh, just shut up and keep at it,” she moans, burying her fingers in my hair and forcing me to crush my mouth against her pussy again. Jesus, for a woman as shy as she seemed to be, she sure brings the heat when it comes to sex.
Sometimes, all a woman needs is someone to tell her that yes, it’s okay to let loose and act crazy. Because, really, who doesn’t love acting crazy when the subject is pleasure?
Don’t bother answering, it’s a rhetorical question—and I’m too busy right now to hear your answer. Sorry, that’s just the way it goes.
Still devouring her, I close my eyes and surrender to the moment, her taste acting on my brain faster than any drug would ever do. Yeah, screw drugs—this woman is the only thing I need in my life.
Oh, man, am I already fucking addicted to her? If I am, it sure is the sweetest addiction anybody could ever have. Sign me up for a daily dosage of this—hell, make it an hourly dosage.
“So good…so good,” she repeats over and over again, her voice nothing but a purr.
Swaying her hips, she presses her pussy tight against my mouth, forcing me to go even more viciously. Not one to disappoint a lady, that’s exactly what I do—both my fingers and tongue up the tempo, and next thing I know, her moaning has turned into full blown screaming.
Just the way I like it.
“OH MY GOD!” She finally lets it out, the sound of her voice bouncing off the walls and coming back to me in full force.
I’m not sure how thick the walls of her apartment are, but if I had to bet, I’d say that the neighbors must have a pretty clear image of what’s going on in here. Well, let them be jealous then.
“That was just the warm-up, remember?” I tell her as I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy.
Going back up to my feet, I take my hands to her shoulders and pull the straps of her dress down her arms. I only stop when her dress is bunched up at her feet, and then I remove the last piece of clothing on her body—the bra.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, the words leaving my mouth before I even know what the hell I’ve just said.
And it’s the truth, you know? I’ve fucked so many women I’ve lost count, but none like Samantha. There’s something about her—it’s like she has this fucking seductive aura.
“And I want to be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever fucked,” she adds, and there’s so much blood rushing to my cock right now that I’m actually surprised I haven’t fucking passed out.
Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life.
“Let’s take care of that then, shall we?” I grin, and then I just pick her up from the floor and into my arms. “Now, where the hell’s the bedroom?”
Five
Samantha
This isn’t sex. This is pure magic.
Sorry if I’m being corny right now, but this...whatever this is, it goes beyond pure sex. The way he works on my body, the way he kisses and holds me…oh my god, I don’t even know how to put it into words.
As he drops me on top of the bed, I turn into a ferocious animal and simply grab him; with both my hands on his shirt, I yank on it and force all the buttons to pop out, scattering them all around the floor. I push the shirt down his shoulders, and then I take his belt off and push his pants down.
Wanting the same thing as I do, he kicks off his shoes in a hurry, throwing them to a corner of the room and then steps out of his pants.
For a second, I almost think my heart has stopped beating. You see, my eyes have found the bulging shape hiding under his boxers, and it’s so damn big that I’m not even sure if my brain can process it.
Oh, I want him inside of me, and I want it now.
Clawing at his boxers, I push them down his legs and then don’t waste a single breath; I just lean forward and roll my lips down his length, forcing myself to go all the way down, only stopping when my lips are pressed tight against the skin at the root of his huge member.
Bobbing my head back and forth, I only stop when I taste his pre-cum. Then, not wanting the party to be over so soon, I take my mouth out of his cock.
“Fuck, where have you been all of my life?” he asks me, his words so genuine that I don’t even know how to answer his question. So, instead of responding with words, I decide to let my body do the talking. Rolling to the side of the mattress, I go on all fours and wiggle my ass at him, inviting him in.