Executive Engagement

I gaze into her almond shaped eyes, and almost fucking lose myself in them.

But by the time I come back, I’m already leaning into her.

My lips are brushing up against hers as if that’s the most important thing I could ever do in this fucking life.

My hands are on her hips, and I pull her into me gently.

"I missed those lips,” Julianna whispers, pulling back just enough to say those words. She takes one hand to my cheek and lays her fingers there, her eyes locked on me.

"And I missed you, all of you," was all that I can say. I didn't even know why I say it, all I know is that I have to say it. She leans for the kiss and, closing my eyes, I let her mouth fit against me.

I savor her strawberry lips slow and delicately. She does too - as if she wants to imprint the memory of this kiss on her brain in such a way that she will never forget it. Considering how our lives our going, it’s probably smart. I reached with my tongue and, feeling hers, our kiss grows passionately, my hands pulling eagerly on her hips.

Her small fingers go to my jacket and pull it down my arms; I throw it off, quickly placing my hands on her hips again, as if it pains me to be away from her fucking tight body. She starts unbuttoning my shirt with slow movements, baring my chest inch by inch.

It is impossible to resist her body, and my fingers go around her hips and over the curve of her ass, cupping it and feeling how gorgeous she is, how everything about her just seem so fucking delicious.

She sighs in pleasure at my pull and, throwing my shirt away, lays her lips against my neck. I let my head tilt back, breathing in the scent of her hair as her hands explore my side and find their resting place over the clasp of my belt; with deft fingers she unfastens it, popping out my pants' top button.

I shudder as I feel her pulling down my zipper, warm blood hurrying down between my legs and making me feel as alive as I have ever felt. Like when I’m on the field. Only, so much fucking better. My cock strains against my boxer briefs, the b

ulging there brushing against her knuckles. In one swift motion, she opens her hand and pressed her palm against my monster fucking cock, and it pulses impatiently against her.

I’m fucking squeezing her ass, her perfect shape filling my hands, I take my mouth to her neck and nibble at the smooth flesh there, her perfume climbing up my nostrils and taking my brain by assault. I feel her exhale deeply against my ear, the sound of it the sweetest thing I have ever fucking heard.

She takes her arms to behind my back, her hands darting lower towards my pants and sending them down my legs. I kick off my shoes and pants in a flowing hurried motion and go back to her lips, kissing her ardently as our tongues dance in a circle around each other.

A shiver goes up my spine as the palm of her hand flexes against my crotch, my thickness resting there as it snuggles between her small and delicate fingers. She tugs on it, the soft and cautious movement of her hand enough to make me gasp. When she starts kissing down my neck, her smooth lips brush over my nipples and towards my stomach, I close my eyes in anticipation. This is going to be fucking intense.

Julianna goes down to her knees and, leaning forward, places her mouth over the straining shape that tents my boxer briefs. She sucks on it over the fabric, her lips tightly wrapping around my thickness. Biting down on my lower lip, I run my hands through her hair, feeling the silkiness of it kissing at my fingertips.

My cock pulses hard against her hand as I feel fingernails clawing at the hem of my boxer briefs, the fabric of it sliding down my ass. She pushes down with her two hands, my cock revealing itself to her as hard as it has ever been, its tip glistening in eagerness.

In a way, it surprises me how much I crave her touch. It’s fucking driving me batshit crazy - so much that when she wraps her hand around my cock, stroking it down ever so slowly, I have to tense my whole fucking body in order to not cum right there and then. I breathe out sharply as, looking down on her, I see her figure leaning in, the crevice between her parted lips looking heaven-sent.

Opening her mouth slightly she places it over my tip, her tongue brushes against it gently. I feel the urge to thrust forwards, to make my cock slide down her beautiful lips in one swift motion and feel her whole mouth around me. But I wait, patiently, as she keeps her own pace - her mouth widening slowly as she leans in, lips sliding over my length inch by slow inch, making my body suffer through a sweet slow boil.

I claw at her hair as she cups my balls, her mouth finally filling with my throbbing member, the warmness and wetness of her inside almost making me dizzy. She pulls out as slowly as she leans into me until only my glans is on her lips, and then goes down again, each coming and going motion of her head almost too much to endure. I can’t help it and I groan loudly when I see a thin trickle of spit lingering as she moves her mouth off my cock and looks up at me.

“Did you miss me?”

I nod my head and groan as her hand joins the pendulum motion of her mouth, stroking and sucking at a rhythm so perfect I wish for it to never fucking end. I look down at her, seeing my flesh going in and out of her mouth, and the sight of it makes my cock pulse hard against her tongue.

"I want you." I whisper towards her. She lifts her eyes up to me and, sliding back out and allowing my cock to pop out of her mouth slowly, she smiles at me, beautiful dimples forming around the edge of her mouth. I offer her my hand and, taking it, she rises and turns me, guiding me towards the bedroom. I let her lead and follow her, the sway of her hips making my mouth water at the sight of her moving ass.

Turning on her heels, she motions for me to lay down on the mattress. I remain still, though, my heart thrashing around inside my chest as my eyes wander over her perfect shape. God, I want - no, I need - to feel every single curve, every single inch of smooth skin on her body.

I take a step forwards and, taking my hands to her hips, push her down to the bed. She offers no resistance, laying down as I climb on top of her, my hungry hands sliding over her body and making a teasing climb towards her breasts. I let my fingers go over the cup of her bra and hook themselves under it, my fingertips tracing the curve of her breasts and finding the warm hardness of her swollen nipples.

She arches her back and gasps, surrendering to my touch. Hungry for her, a white pulsing heat inside my head, I sit her up on the bed and rest one hand of mine on her lower back, my fingers resting over the lovely depressions that are her dimples.

With a turn of my fingers, I unclasp her bra. As the straps fall down her shoulders, the bra cups gently fall down her breasts, letting me see her firm, round, perfect mounds.

I guide my mouth there, flicking my tongue at a tiny hard nipple and then, overwhelmed by the desire to taste her, lower my mouth and suck on it as I cup both breasts and squeeze, the taste of her flesh making me turn into an animal.

More. That’s the only thing I can think to myself. I need more.

My fingertips make the climb back down from her breasts, making the journey over her stomach and discover the hem of her yoga pants. I go over it and around her crotch, my touch settling on her inner thigh as she squirms anxiously. With one finger only I trace the tender lines of her groin before surrendering to impatience and pressing down the palm of my hand over her crotch, making her draw a purred moan out of her lips.