You call me after dinner; say you miss me and want to see me. Your deep, whiskey voice caresses the nerves in my ear. I invite you to come over. I agree to a time, then frantically tidy the house up. Before I can change into some sexy lingerie, you are knocking on my door. I open it, and smile at you. You reach out, hook a finger into my tank top. You draw me to you. "I love the soft fabric," you murmur.
I lift my head up, reach up on my tippy toes, and place my lips against yours. You return my kiss, deepening it. Your arm wraps around me, pulling me closer. I feel the possessiveness in your embrace. You hold me close to you. I wrap my arms around your neck, and snuggle my body against yours. You pick me up, walk forward, and shut the door with your foot. I hear the lock snick, softly.
You release my lips. I slide down your hard body. Your hand grasps my chin. You tilt my face towards yours. "Do you want it rough or soft?" Intelligent hazel eyes search my own dark blue eyes, turning a forest green as desire ignites.
"Tonight, I want you, and all that entails." My reply comes from my soul.
Your hand slides down to my neck. I feel the strength in your restraint as your fingers wrap themselves around my throat. "So be it." Your words reach my ears on a growl, and my body shivers in response.
You let go of my neck, and walk to my couch. You stop in front of it, making sure that my attention is focused on you, then strip your clothes off. As each piece slides off your body, my own grows hotter, wanting to wrap itself around you. "I don't have a problem tearing those clothes off you." I shake my head, and quickly get undressed.
You sit down on my couch, relaxing into it. Your legs spread apart. "Come, show me how much you want me." You say it gently, but I know that it is a command. I come to you, placing myself between your legs, then kneel before you.
Your cock is partially soft. I am able to get your head to the back of my throat easily. I massage it with the muscles in my throat. As it gets harder, I ease back from it, licking and suckling as I go. I trace the veins with my tongue, then drag my tongue along the underside of the shaft. I suck on your head gently. I pull my head back and blow cool air over it.
Your body gives a shiver in response. You put your hands in front of you. "Come here." I place my hands in yours, and I rise up from my knees. You grin at me, wickedly. "I want you to run." Your head comes forward, and you snap your teeth at me.
Adrenaline hits. I run up the stairs. You are right on my heels. I pass through my bedroom door, and leap onto my bed. I land on my knees. I feel the bed give way under your weight. You pull my knee out from under me, and I roll onto my back. You are on top of me, straddling me. I try to push you off. You laugh at me, then pin my wrists to the bed with one of your big bear paws.
My chest heaves from the effort of trying to fight you. Your free hand wraps around my breast. You lower your head and suckle my nipple. My back arches, pressing me against your mouth. You suck harder, and I cry out in ecstasy and frustration.
Your head pulls away. You sit up, and lean back against the wall. You place your hands in front of you. "Stand up." I balance myself on your hands, and stand on the bed. "Place your hands against the wall." I lay my hands flat against the wall. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."
Your hands move between my thighs, palm my cheeks, and your thumbs spread me apart. I hear you inhale deeply and sigh. I feel your warm breath on my sensitive skin. I gasp as I feel your mouth cover me. Your tongue pushes its way into me, as your mouth sucks on me. Your facial hair abrades my skin, making me more sensitive.
