Sensuality

His thighs were sparsely covered by dark hair that only emphasized the sculpted muscles. My imagination hadn’t done his body justice. I saw surgical scars on his knee and longed to run my fingers over them, but teased his nipples through his white shirt instead.

Luis’s hard-on pushed against his white briefs. I admired the outline, and then worked my hand around the tip until another drop of pre-cum soaked into the cotton.

Luis pushed my skirt over my hips. His insistent hand urged my thighs apart. He smiled when he felt the soaked lace.

“I thought so,” he teased. But as his fingers parted my lower lips and tested my swollen pussy, his kisses grew harder.

My muscles gathered tight and I loved the way it felt. They pulsed in th

e rhythm of sex until the throbbing waves no longer ebbed.

He got to his knees. “Put your foot up on the chair.” Then his mouth pressed to the lace and I felt the heat of his breath as he exhaled. “You smell so good.” He pulled the material tight and rubbed it from side to side until my legs shook. Then he lapped against my aching sex.

I melted. My hand grasped at the back of the chair as I fought to stay on my feet. The fast, hard clench of pleasure robbed me of breath.

Fingers pinched my sex, holding back the wave that threatened to break over me. I thrust forward, riding his tongue, and wanting more.

“Fuck me,” I gasped.

His tongue hesitated between suckles.

“In my purse. Here.” I tore the foil packet open with my teeth and threw it empty to the floor.

His face was slick with my juices. He released his hard-on from his briefs when he stood. Thick and rosy-brown, his cock pointed toward his flat stomach. I grasped him and rolled the condom down his long shaft, teasing him by taking my time reaching the dark nest of hair at the base. With him still in hand, I wrapped a leg around his waist and guided him to me.

His hard cock pushing into me felt sinfully good. Every pulse through my groin bounced off that solid cock and magnified. I moved my hips against him, holding him inside, not letting him thrust.

He put his hands on my hips and took control. Each hard slam knocked me into the wall.

Luis bit at my lips until they were as swollen as my sex. His cock rubbing against my underwear sent another gush through my pussy.

I pulled back from him. Kneeling on a chair with my back to him, I shoved my lacy underwear down to my knees and pulled my skirt up.

“Like this,” I told him. “From behind.”

He entered me with a harsh thrust, pulled all the way out, and slammed back in again. His balls slapped my sex each time. I tried to stifle my moans.

“You’re so wet. Your juices are drenching my balls.”

A tight clench shuddered through me.

“That’s right; milk me,” he said.

I pushed my hand between my legs and stroked his balls when they swung close enough. Then I tugged at my sex. My fingertips pressed hard and made tight circles right where my nerves clustered. My pussy grabbed him tighter and tighter with each of his long thrusts.

Perfect pleasure hung over us for delicious seconds.

I arched for him. His cock rubbed all the right spots. Heat flushed across my face and lips. I could hear him groaning. His fingers dug into my hips.

My pussy clamped tight around him, grasping as his cock amplified the release inside me. I hit the peak and rode the waves down.

I groaned.

Luis thrust once more, and then held still inside me. I could feel the throb as he came.

There was nothing I could do about our scent in the air, but I straightened the chairs and smoothed my skirt. He stared at his shoes while he dressed.

In the elevator, he slumped against the handrail.