His eyes blazed an incredible golden hazel when he wanted me. His hands always balled into big fists when he wanted to touch me. The veins in his muscles seem to become more visible, his facial expression always appearing primal and oh-so-sexy...
"Come here."
I was shivering, wound up in a sheet, standing in the hotel room at the doorway of the bedroom. It was the same bedroom we met at every Thursday night, the same hotel room, and the same time. I was playing along with our favorite act, feigning coy and afraid of the big, sexy man lying gloriously naked in my bed, looking as though he wanted to tear me into pieces. Knowing that he actually could didn't help how turned on I was.
"N-Nn-o!" I gasped, wondering if my ruse was somewhat real. Every time we would play he would feel a bit more serious each time, preferring the primal and caveman parts of our very physical acts. And each time, I would weirdly get these shivers when we played, like my body was on to him and my mind wasn't. I used to just hop in his lap when he asked, and now here I stood, reluctant. The sheet was barely covering me, now pooled at my arms, the tops of my breasts heaving as I continued to stare into his eyes. My nipples were painfully hard, though unseen to my cover. My belly quivered, my thighs pressed together and sticky inside with the evidence of my excitement. I watched his body tense and relax as those delicious muscles became tight in an effort to hold his control. He was a human beast and I was the beauty, meant to be captured. But this beauty didn't go down without a fight.
It was only when my feet started to step backwards out of the doorway and he began to stand did I realize just how marvelous this beast looked. His raven black hair was medium length, hanging over his forehead in shiny strands. His eyes maintained that searing hazel with blends of goldenrod, eyes that captivated my arousing soul every time they took hold of me. His nose added to his rough look, crooked in the middle and square at the tip. His lips were plump but more inward, giving him a permanent smirk that was effortlessly sexy. It was those same talented lips that seared my skin as he found millions of ways to send me into ecstasy every time. I watched him as he spoke.
"Come HERE."
My feet quickly got tangled as I backed up two more steps, the sheet slipping from my light hold on it to the floor. He advanced slowly, seeming to get closer in two steps than I had in four. My whole body was quivering now that he was growling at me. My glance roved over his marvelous body, brawn and strength coated in tan. And then I saw the most undeniably amazing feature, bobbing up and down as he stepped forward. I seemed to become entranced, watching the thick, strong, uncut marvel curving up to deliberately point at me. I stepped back more, watching his thick legs move forward. I loved to wrap my legs around them, especially when he fucked me with wild abandon, my fingernails clamped in the tender flesh of his back and my lips trembling and gasping with every passionate, reverberating thrust. Just anticipating what was going to happen brought an involuntary moan out of me. Then I turned and made a run for it.
I could hear him growling behind me as I wove around the couch in the main area. Mmm, we'd fucked several times there. Trying to keep concentration, I looked across the length of the couch as he stood at the other end. His chest was heaving and I wondered what he was thinking. I couldn't imagine that it was far from what I was thinking; he wanted me beneath him and I knew I'd be there soon. So why not play this out?
"I won't let you have me ever again."
His smirk was definite now, his eyes looking me up and down. "Your body tells me something else. Let it speak to me."
My pussy felt so tight and achy listening to him. He knew my body so well and I couldn't deny anything, which seemed to turn me on so much.
"What is my body saying?"
"Come here and I'll tell you."
