The Boss Deal

I kiss her. I kiss her because everything around me is telling me to. It feels right. It feels perfect.

Her body folds into my arms, and she feverishly digs her hands into my hair. The way she’s touching me feels different. There’s no hesitation, just pure need. Her fingers dig deeper, they grab tighter, they tear at my hair, and it drives me fucking wild.

Slipping both hands under her ass, I scoop her off the floor. Misty wraps her legs around my hips, and I carry her to the bed. Her mouth moves over mine, and her tongue dances in circles.

She moans into my mouth, rocking her hips, and rubbing her pussy against my waist. I feel feral. All I want is this woman, everything else could vanish, and I’d be fine as long as I had her.

Dropping her down on the bed, her moan is replaced by the sound of springs. She leans back on her elbows, her smile sultry, her eyes smoldering, the blue now as dark as the bottom of the ocean.

God damn this girl drives me fucking wild.

Stripping down to my boxers, I leave my clothes in a puddle on the floor, and crawl till I’m hovering over her. Placing one arm on either side of her head, I spread her legs with my knees and settle between her thighs.

Slipping a hand down between her tits, Misty’s mouth opens slightly, chest lifting as her back arches off the bed. She lets out a rush of air that’s soft, barely audible, but I can hear her. Her silent gasp is all I need. I don’t need her voice; words aren’t necessary when she’s wearing her desire like a sensual cloak.

She wants my cock. She needs my cock. And if she tries to resist, her body will overthrow her mind.

My hand keeps moving down her stomach, and her muscles quake as I slip below her bellybutton and palm her pussy.

“Mm,” she moans, clutching the blanket at her sides. Bending her legs, her knees grip me around the hips, and she grinds her pussy up into my hand.

Smiling down at her, I kiss the side of her neck, and whisper in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, her eyes finding mine, partially dazed and curious.

Her entire body is wriggling, moving against the blanket like it’s water. Her ass is shifting side to side, her hips lift up, pussy desperate to be touched. Her feet keep slipping back and forth, chest expanding with sharp breaths.

“Can’t you feel it? Your body is giving you the answer. I just want to hear you say it. I want to hear it for myself.”

Misty licks her lips, reaching up with one hand to softly brush back the hair from my face. “You want me to tell you to fuck me.”

“Wrong,” I say, my voice low, thick, demanding the right answer. Taking her hand, I pull it away from my face, and kiss her knuckles. Tipping my head, I say it again. “Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes flick between mine, and I see the recognition in her face. “I want you,” she says, her lips softening as she bats her lashes. “I want you, Nick.”

“That’s better, that’s the answer I was looking for.”

Dipping my fingertips into the edge of her shorts, she lifts her hips, and I shimmy them down her legs. Peeling her shirt over her head, she drops it the floor.

She looks like a fucking goddess—my goddess.

Her skin is warm to the touch as I run my hand down her ribs. Reaching her thigh, I glide my fingertips across her lower belly, and slip a finger down through her pussy lips. She’s soaking wet.

Circling her clit, she opens her legs wide, and rolls her hips. She’s ready for me. I can see it as her body moves like a wave, rolling, rocking, shaking with anticipation. Pulling my cock free, I stroke it from tip to base.

Misty nibbles her bottom lip as she watches me. I love the way she’s watching me, the way her eyes can’t stop staring at my dick, and her pussy gets wetter and wetter as I finger her and stroke my cock.

Dipping my finger in her entrance, I bring my finger to my mouth and suck her arousal off. She’s tastes incredible.

Bending to the floor, I grab a condom from my wallet, and slip it over my cock. I can’t wait any longer, I need her before I fucking explode.

I press inside her slowly, and her pussy clenches around my shaft. Stilling above her, I look down at her. Her eyes are on me, and she drives her hands into my hair as I pull back and thrust back in.

This feels different than the other night. It isn’t wild and lawless. It’s sensual, tender, fueled by more than just lust. This is deeper. I can feel her in my chest, in the air I breathe, in my veins as my muscles tense, and in her pussy as she meets my pace.