I stand in front of you with my hands on my hips and dare you to touch me. Just looking at me in this blue lace dress is already making you harder than you’ve ever been before. It clings tight to my body, following the curve of my shoulder to the dip of my waist and skims over toned thighs, coming to a flutter well before my knees. You follow my outline with your hands, pulling me towards you, stroking me, priming me, the lace rucking beneath your fingers. My skin is soft under the rasp of the lace.
You feel your balls tightening from the blood pumping round. One of my nipples pokes through a hole in the lace and begs you to suck it. Your cock swells further and fills with heat. In your imagination my breasts are two sizes larger, but the reality isn’t disapointing and I want my tits in your mouth. They strain towards you. Asking. Tempting.
I’m so wet with needing you that juices are running down my thigh. I take action and push you back down into the chair and kneel over you, dress hitched up, my tits in your face. My nipples are just so close to your mouth, you can’t help but lick me. I push them into you, can you take more? I’m burning now with desire and want. You suck hard on me and I breathe you in. You smell like spiced lime and sandalwood.
Your hands sneak under my dress and climb my thighs till you grasp the soft round mass of my bottom. One of your fingers is deliciously close to my asshole. I can feel the edge of the tickle like a ruffle of silk. I wriggle around to shift your grip and move your fingers closer. You reward me with a series of fluttering caresses that drive me higher and tighter. I’m so close to coming and yet I’m empty and deprived, I need you inside me.
You move your mouth to my other breast and rasp your teeth over the nipple making me squeal, the urge to keep sucking is strong and you can feel your cock pushing and rubbing against the denim of your jeans. You want to push into me, have me ride you hard. You thrust up to me, desperate to connect. I unbutton your fly and release you, stroking and soothing, pumping and coaxing.
I rub my tongue over the stubble on your unshaved cheek and think about bending down and sucking you up. I want you in my mouth and my cunt at once. I want to taste the salty tang of you. I want to have you fill me to the brink. I imagine the press of your cock against my tongue, the fullness in my cunt.
You make the decision for me, throwing back your head and demanding I fuck you. I kiss you hard as I lower myself onto you. A tight, hot glove; we fit together perfectly. As I lean back, I can feel you rubbing against the sweet spot inside me. Its a high pitched note, sweet and sharp. I need more…Don’t stop!
I move steadily, slowly. I won’t let you thrust and its a gradual torture, but your patience is perfect. I feel so full; of cock, of need. You know I’m close, you keep fluttering my ass and sucking on my nipple and now my entire body feels like it might fly apart in one enormous spasm. My cunt grips and releases and grips you harder again. Its almost impossble not to give in, but you know its worth the wait. I come hard. I shudder and shatter and cry out. My muscles beat around you and over you and I pick up the pace thrusting faster and pounding harder. Crying out with each peak and urging you on into a sensation so exquisite that you almost miss the buzz as your balls contract and your orgasm rushes through you and into me. I keep moving, sucking the last tendrils of sensation out of you until you’re a jagged mass of contradiction. Sensitive and responsive, numb and exhausted.
I climb off you then, exhausted and damp. I rearrange my dress and then settle back on the sofa against you. You hold me gently in your arms. You love me. I love you too.