The house seems pleasantly warm and inviting as I lead you silently in through the front door. I turn to glance at you for just a moment, your eyes move steadily, taking in the new surroundings; examining every nuance of this place that holds my life. Carefully I take off my rain-soaked jacket and hang it over the chair in the hall, shivering as my body adjusts to the warmth. The ride home on the back of your bike was exhilarating; the coolness of the night air around me and the warmth of your back against my body made me feel invigorated and full of life. You follow me down the hallway, your heavy foot-falls and the rustle of your long leather coat send a pleasant tingle through my body as I remember our earlier encounter. Now, there is only one place I want to take you, to feel that warmth, that arousal once more.
I reach the stairs and mounting the first step I turn to look at you. With the added few inches I come level with your face; those pale chiselled features and liquid hazel eyes. A slightly crooked grin crosses your face as you tilt you head and push a loose ginger curl from your eyes. I can tell you feel that arousal again too. With one smooth movement you plant your feet either side of mine and raise yourself up onto the step, pushing me back a little and forcing me to grab the banister. You tower above me once more; that furrow in your brow countered by the sparkle in your eyes. Your body is so close I can feel the warmth through our garments; that irresistible ache pulses through me once more.
Slowly I turn and take the next couple of steps, the boards creaking beneath my feet. I hear you follow behind me moments later and smile to myself with the anticipation. But the pleasure is ripped from my mind as I suddenly feel your arms lock around my thighs and pull. In surprise and horror I gasp as I loose my balance and topple forward, bashing my knees heavily on the step; the burn of carpet bringing tears to my eyes. I am almost at the top and scrabble to gain purchase on the last step but there is nothing for me to hold onto. I try to wriggle in your arms but you are on me and over me in moments, pushing me into the steps with your body. I feel the hot flutter of your breath on my neck, a hint of beer still perfuming it. Then your voice whispers in my ear, deep and hushed.
"There's so much more I wanna show you Sarah...so much more. Will you let me?"
Your question, so gentle, counters the aggressiveness of your hold on me. My body goes rigid, not just from the words you whisper and the hunger with which they are spoken but from the feel of your breath against my face. My mind whirls, my heart pounding in my chest making me pant. I nod my head just a little and you loosen your grip around my thighs.
What more could you possibly show me? What wonderful passions still lay hidden beneath that long, black leather coat? "Show...me." I almost stammer back, still stunned by the ferocity with which you tackled me to the floor but suddenly driven to know more of that incredible pleasure. I feel you release your grip and pull back, moving one hand round to press down on my back; holding me in place, flat against the rising flight of stairs. I wait, nervous yet strangely excited, unable to see what it is you are doing behind me. Then, with a sudden flurry of movement your hand slides from my back down to my hip whilst the other rises to grip the other side. Your hands lock around me and, using that incredible strength that you demonstrated in the alleyway, you lift my legs almost completely from the steps. As you lower me back I bend my legs and find purchase on the narrow riser with my knees. My body slides back a little and I try again to get a grip on the last step with my hands, feeling a little awkward in this semi-prone position you have put me in.
But I have no time to think or worry about how I will stay in place as I feel your firm hands press at my skin, finding the side of my legs to begin a slow, steady rise up my thighs. I tense, I have felt this touch before and already know what sensuous pleasure it can bring. I concentrate on the delicate caresses, unable to see what it is you do. As you reach my skirt, your hands push it upwards, continuing their progress, almost ignoring the material's presence. I can't help but begin to shiver. Even though the room and my body are so pleasantly warm, your touch chills me with delight. I close my eyes, passively waiting and wanting as with a flick of your hands the skirt is up and over my buttocks, forcing a gasp from my lips. I try to twist, to see what else you quietly plan but I can't see anything, only the movement of your black jacket from the corner of my eye.
Your hands never seem to break contact with my flesh, smoothly sliding over my round cheeks cupping and squeezing. I hear a low growl issue from your mouth; the sound of satisfaction and hunger. With a sudden movement I feel your knee push between my legs, separating them out on the step. I try to shuffle to accommodate you but with little room and no grip I struggle. You wait till I find the right position before you lower yourself into the gap. I can feel the coldness of your coat caress the inside of my bare thighs and the solidness of your hips as they press against me sending those chills flowing through my abdomen. I feel that delicious hardness now; that thick wanting that presses perfectly into the cleft of my butt, the presence of it only serves to raise the wetness within me.
I lean forward a little into the steps giving you as much room as I can, groaning as your fingers slide under the material of my thin panties. You slowly and teasingly begin to pull at them, letting them slide gently over my skin. As they reach the curve of my ass you suddenly tug, forcing a gasp from my mouth and making my body lurch forward. I hear the fabric rip and the elastic tighten around my legs as the material rolls up on itself. I try to recover, feeling suddenly exposed, but the restriction of the underwear and the awkwardness of my situation becomes strangely erotic. I arch my back pushing my bared backside up and towards you. I feel the shift in your position and then a sharpness as you sink your teeth into my flesh. I yelp out and then giggle at the tingle it sends through my body. I am so ready now for you to show me, that I no longer shiver; I am warmed through, my centre burning for your touch.
As if knowing exactly what I crave, I feel you ease back and then holding my hips steady with one arm you run your fingers up the inside of my thigh. "oh god." I whisper, knowing what you hunt for. The juices gush from within me and I am unable to control their coming as your fingers slide tantalisingly towards my womanhood. It is all I can do to stop myself from screaming out as your fingers come to rest on my moist petals. You let them hover there, not forcing or rushing, knowing that my body is frantic with wanting and unable to move. As you feel your way over the surface I wriggle and grind at your hand, trying to force you in. You tease me this way for what seems like eternity, kneading the soft swollen flesh like a baker kneads warm dough. And then with one incredible movement your fingers bury themselves into that doughiness; squeezing as they go. All I can do is gasp and writhe as you pinch at the hardness of my bud; spikes of pleasure shooting through my body. Slowly you circle me. I never heard the sound of your zipper as you release yourself from your confines, but the first press of your deliciously hard tip against my inner thigh shakes me from my reverie. With such precision you guide yourself to my waiting heat, still teasing me with your fingers. The head of your manhood fits perfectly into me; solid yet velvety to the touch. You pause there, as we both sigh from the erotic sensation of impending union. I close my eyes for a moment savouring the sensation, as my growing wetness lubricates your tip. With a gentle push you slide in and we both vocalise our pleasure; me with soft pants and you with a deep rumbling growl. With our joining you trace your hand onto my back, stroking gently at my skin to soothe me.
