Pulse (Pulse 1)

I claw at his suit jacket, wanting to feel his skin on mine. He acquiesces. He effortlessly pushes it from his shoulders and it falls to the floor. Before I have a chance to start work on the buttons of his shirt, he's pulled my dress to the floor.

He drops my breast from his grasp and stands upright. I stare at him. I see the desire I feel in his eyes. He's on fire. He scoops me up in his arms and walks quickly down the hallway to that expansive king size bed I only got to glimpse at from the doorway last night.

"I can't wait to fuck you. Look at you." He moves quickly to rid himself of his shirt before he starts unbuckling his pants. I can't help but stare at his hands. I want to see him. I want to see how aroused he is by my body.

He stops before he pulls the zipper of his pants down. I feel a deep, heavy sigh race through me. Please don't stop. Please.

He crawls onto the bed beside me, his lips coursing hot over mine. I grab his head with my hands, guiding his kiss. I reach for his tongue with my own, playfully pulling it into my mouth. I want this. I want to grab everything I can from this.

His lips leave mine and trace a scorching path down my chest. He briefly pulls my right nipple into his mouth, then the left. I moan at the feeling of his tongue on my flesh.

"I have to make you come," he purrs.

I brace myself as he pulls my panties off. "Please," I whimper. I need to come soon. Just thinking about him fucking me has almost pushed me to the edge.

He pulls his tongue slowly and deliberately along my slick, smooth slit.

I almost cry out from the pressure of his tongue when it touches my clit. "You're exquisite," he whispers into me before glides his tongue across my folds.

"Like that," I cry out. This feels so good. I grab his head with both my hands and I'm rewarded with a loud moan.

"Tell me," he says as he pulls his breath across me. "Tell me how."

"My clit," I murmur. "Lick it."

He flicks his tongue over it and I push my back from the mattress. I have to get closer to him. I have to come like this.

"That's it, baby." His breath on my sensitive folds almost pushes me over the edge. "You're so sweet. So good."

His words push me nearer the edge. "Lick it," I spur him on. "Make me come."

He dives into me and licks me hard as my hips buck off the bed. I've never been eaten like this. I've never come from a man pleasing me this way.

I press my head into the pillow as I fall into the pleasure. I let my body go. I can't control it. I almost scream as I feel the climax course through me. The orgasm is intense. I writhe beneath him, unable to control my own body.

He rests his head on my thigh as I float back from the trance. I run my hand along his forehead, coaxing him to move. I want so much to feel him inside of me.

"That was incredible," he whispers into my thigh as his lips graze my skin. "I could get addicted to that taste."

I float on the words. I don't care who he said them to last week or who will be sprawled beneath him tomorrow. I want this. I need it. I have to hear him tell me he wants me.

"Fuck me," I manage to say.

He raises his head and a sly grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. "Say it again."

"Fuck me." I almost close my eyes at the thought of him over me, his cock inside of my body, taking me back to the edge.

He moves to his feet and deftly pushes his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. I stare at him. He's more impressive than I imagined. His body almost sculptured. The lines are all so defined, his muscles well-toned. His cock is hard, ready and eager. I pull my tongue across my lip. I want it. I want to feel it between my lips. I want to pull my tongue across its wide head. It's so thick, so large.

He reaches to pull a condom from drawer of the table next to the bed. I watch in silence as he rolls it over his cock before he's beside me on the bed again.

"I've thought about fucking you all day." He rests between my thighs, his cock in his hand. "When I woke up I could smell your scent on my hand. It was intoxicating. I wanted to find you. I had to find you. I needed to fuck you."

My body aches at the words and the heated glare in his face. I want him too. I know it's one night but I want to know. I want to know what it's like to be taken by him, to have my pleasure be dictated by him.

I push my legs wider apart as my hands fist in the bed linens. I ready my body for him. "Now," I whisper.

He groans as he leans forward, rubbing his cock over my clit.