Sensuality

He glances up the stairs, three in all, and there she is, leaning against the wall of the adjoining foyer. Long black hair falls loosely over her left shoulder, as she tilts her head, accentuating the question. She licks her moist, luscious lips with a quick tongue flick, as she slowly strokes her thigh with the tips of her French-manicured nails. Her butter-pecan colored skin glistens in the wan candlelight, with the sheen of some flavored oil, complementing the scent of her perfume.

Veronica’s caramel-colored camisole also falls loosely from her left shoulder, giving Marcus a ghost glimpse of her aroused nipples behind the thin teddy. The skimpy camisole stops just shy of her upper thighs, teasing Marcus with a peak of her honey pot. Damn…he can barely hold it together any longer. Veronica is drop-dead gorgeous. By the light of the distant candle, he can read the steamy look in her eyes as he gazes back at her. Outside, lightning flashes and a thunderclap rolls. The outside flash temporarily lights the kitchen, giving Marcus a silhouette view of Veronica’s slim figure underneath the teddy. Fear and uncertainty are instantly replaced with lust and heat.

“I thought that we could—” she starts to say, before Marcus interrupts on his way up the three steps, in one giant leap.

In a gruff voice, he cuts her off. “Don’t talk. Don’t say anything to me.”

He’s up the steps and into the foyer in a blink. His strong arms quickly but gently wrap around her waist from both sides as he pulls her toward him. She doesn’t put up a fight. Instead, she reaches out at the same time, wrapping her arms around his neck, simultaneously pulling him toward her own opening lips, and thrusts her pelvis toward his crotch. They collide violently, passionately. Her tongue darts in and out of his mouth with an uncanny speed. His hands slide down her waist, grabbing two palmfuls of rump. Her petite frame is easy to lift and Marcus does so with little effort. Their mouths never slow the dance, as he lifts her from the floor of the foyer, a caramel-colored high heel pump smacks against the wall. She wraps both legs tightly around her lover’s backside. Marcus breaks off the passionate kiss, slinking the tip of his tongue down her chin, underneath her right jawline, straight for her earlobe. Veronica’s breathing heaves as he twirls the tip of his tongue into her ear. Her hands fall from his neck, down his back, up to his shoulder blades, back around his neck; she’s frenzied with lust. She tries to speak in between breaths.

“Ohhhhh…Marcus, I’ve wanted this for so long, baby. My God, I’ve wanted you for so long…ohh…unhhh…I need you, baby! Please give it to me!”

Marcus’s brow breaks out in sweat as his tongue action trails back down to the nape of her neck. He walks into the kitchen, with her tight in his arms.

“Where’s the bedroom, Ronnie?” he huffs, staring into her eyes.

“Damn the bedroom, Marcus Jackson, I can’t wait! Fuck me here! NOW!” she screams into his face, and attacks his lips with passionate kisses, sucking and biting his bottom lip until it almost bleeds, all the while groping and fondling any and every inch of his body in a desperate attempt to get to flesh. Marcus plops her rump onto the marble countertop of the center kitchen island, then literally rips the camisole straps from the garment. Perking breasts with rock-hard nipples spill over the top of the fallen garment. Outside, the rainstorm continues. Mother Nature’s pissed rage matches their primal rustle with every move and with the next flash of lightning, Marcus can see the crazed look of want in the eyes of his forbidden lover. The look grants him strength, but it’s also enough to take him over the edge.

“Oh, shit, I can’t believe this is happening! Not yet!” he yells as he concentrates on squeezing his groin.

“Wait for me baby, wait…” she whispers in between huffs.

Veronica’s hands thrust off the marbletop counter, sending her into a sort of leap from the countertop, tackling Marcus to the ground. The impact against the vinyl flooring winds him enough to calm his lust for a second. He doesn’t have time to ask what the hell’s going on. He opens his eyes and glances toward his now vertical feet to see that Veronica is on him. She’s already unlatched his belt and is pulling at his jeans. With one swift and steady tug, she manages to yank his boxers and jeans to his kneecaps. His prick bounces free of the boxers and immediately stands at full attention. She’s fast. Her mouth closes around him, swallowing his prick completely. She sucks him with incredible speed, her teeth never once shaving his delicate skin, her left hand gently squeezing his scrotum sac. Marcus begins to hyperventilate; his mouth dries as she continues to give him the blow job to end all blow jobs. His hands find tangles of her silky dark hair as he focuses his sights on the patterned ceiling paper above the island. The lightning flashes, and the thunder rolls, and the rain continues to rage outside.

Flickering candles from the nearby living room offer a soft varied glow of this beautiful woman’s head quickly bobbing up and down over his crotch. The whole dreamlike action proves too much for him to handle. He tries to speak up and warn her of the inevitable outcome of this wonderful head job. As she continues to move, she moans in pleasure as the rain outside continues.

“Fuck…oh, shit! Ronnie…baby! I think I’m gonna cum! Aw, God, Veronica, I’m gonna cum, baby!” he yells as his muscles tense.

She stops long enough to speak, before continuing at a faster pace. “Give it to me Mark! I want it now! I wanna taste it!!”

> Marcus involuntarily grips down on her head as his prick erupts. Wave after wave, she never stops sucking and groaning in pleasure as he unloads between her lips. He cums so hard that he thinks he might shit right there on her kitchen floor, while holding the back of her head into his crotch. His breathing stops as she sucks him dry. Marcus has a brief moment to worry as he continues spewing into her open mouth; he thinks he might faint. Just when the colors around him begin to turn the dull gray of a fainting spell, he exhales deeply, and inhales just as deep.

Veronica flings her head back up into the air, wiping her luscious lips with the tips of her right hand while continuing to squeeze his balls with her left hand. She’s in ecstasy, savoring the taste of his life-producing juices. Marcus raises his hands to her breasts as she straddles him, her lips wet and sticky, glowing by the light of the candle. His fingers gently circle the areolas, then pinch down on the nipples firmly. She squeals in pleasure, then begins speaking in fluent Spanish.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying, Mami, but keep going,” he gruffs.

Capturing a full breath, Marcus shoves her backward to the vinyl floor, her back smacking the ground smartly. Veronica giggles like a schoolgirl and taunts him playfully.

“Mr. Jackson, I didn’t realize you were so robust, sir! And what do you want to do to me now, hon?” she asks coyly.

“I’m gonna suck your pussy until it hurts. It’s your time to cum, Ronnie,” he answers matter-of-factly, then grips the camisole at the hips and rips what’s left of the now-tattered garment from her body.

Ohh, it’s beautiful, trimmed to perfection and just lovely to look at. The lightning-flash dance begins to intensify and with each flash, he finds himself in awe of what’s happening here, of what had just happened. Mia had never sucked him dry before! She, in fact, hates the idea of even giving oral sex. This, by comparison, is incredible! Marcus sits up on his rump, kicking his shoes off of his feet. Veronica then pulls his jeans and boxers free before lying to the floor on her back. He strips his shirt free, then lowers his lips to her right breast. As he gently sucks the nipple, she arches her back, allowing a moan to slip from her lips. His right hand grips at her left breast. Veronica’s in heaven.

She pants and says, “Eat me, Marcus. Please, baby, eat your pussy.”

“My pussy,” he replies.

“Sí, bebé. It’s all for you tonight. It’s yours, Marcus. Take it,” she pleads.

Marcus slowly trails down her breast with the tip of his tongue, stopping at the bottom to kiss it with his lips. His pace slows even more as he trails his tongue over her stomach, circling the button, his fingertips gently massaging and tickling her sides on the way down. She giggles and shudders at his touch. It’s unfamiliar territory for the both of them. Marcus’s tongue-travel finally ends at her thatch and plunges deep into the honey pot, tasting her juices. Veronica moans in bliss. Next he trails back up the thin wall of her inner lips and begins to slowly, gently stroke her clitoris. Veronica shivers with each lick. As he continues to tongue-stroke, he picks up the pace and she begins to rock in unison. The rain outside seems to add a certain romantic edge to the action. Veronica’s hands find the back of Marcus’s head as he strokes her gently, now adding slight pressure, intensifying pleasure. He slips two fingers into her hot, wet pussy, searching the top inner wall until he finds the soft hump of the G-spot and then concentrates his finger pressure there.

“Oh God, Mark, baby. Don’t stop! Oh, eat it! Mark, it feels so good!”

Marcus induces more speed and pressure. He thrusts her legs high into the air, forming a giant V shape, while supporting them with his palms at the backs of her thighs. More pressure, more speed. The thunder rolls and the lightning flashes as the rain pounds against the house. She gasps and pants with each lick; every finger-stroke over her spot induces another flutter through her groin. She feels heat, and cold; a wave is starting somewhere behind her groin and she grips his head in a vice lock of legs and hands as her vagina explodes in ecstasy. Veronica’s gasp is instantly silenced as the wave continues to pulse through her whole body. She temporarily loses breath and goes light-headed, basking in the bliss of the orgasm. She’s suffocating him, as she cums hard and slow.

Marcus grasps both legs and forces them to part away from his head as he takes in a deep breath of air. The excitement of the oral sex is stimulation enough to stiffen his dick again. As Veronica lies on the floor with her eyes shut tight, clutching her breasts while still convulsing in the orgasm, Marcus creeps over the top of her and gently but firmly shoves into her sopping wet pussy. She gasps hard, then screams in pleasure as he begins to jackhammer thrust in and out of her, stroking hard and fast while grunting between his clinched teeth.

She grabs hold of his back, edging him on with each deep stroke, and begins gibbering in intertwined English and Spanish. Outside, the lightning snaps sporadically in brilliant flash patterns; thunder rolls and crashes as if God is bowling the game of a lifetime; the rain relentlessly pounds against the brick house’s windows. Veronica is screaming bloody murder as she wraps her legs around Marcus’s lower back. She squeezes her pelvis with everything she has left. In between gasps, she looks Marcus in the eyes with a stare that he will never forget—the cold certainty of that stare brings home the reality of the current situation. He’s seen that stare in the office on many occasions, when business was in order.