You wanted to know what will happen when you meet me for coffee the first time after all these hot emails. It started with you on your knees, and now we've gotten this far . . .
I throw you face down on my bed. You are wearing only your soaked panties. The cotton bedcover is cool against the heat of your skin, the nipples which I've pinched and twisted. Before you can move, one of my hands is at the back of your neck, pressing you into the mattress, and with the other I yank your panties down and spank your beautiful ass with three firm, resounding smacks. You writhe and moan into the duvet, kicking your legs until I easily trap them with mine and hold you down for another slap that cracks like a rifle. Your back arches and your mouth freezes in an O at the last, and for an instant I think you might have come. Not quite. Not yet. Your body is reeling from the waves of pain and pleasure, the anticipation of what comes next.
The feeling of my lips on your ass makes you jump. You didn't even notice as I shifted position. The sound you make is higher pitched and softer. I gently kiss the angry imprint of my palm on your luscious cheek, trace the bottom curve of your ass with the very tip of my tongue from your hip to your inner thigh. You shift and try to bring my mouth closer to the heat between your legs, but my hand at the back of your neck holds you firmly in place. I slip those wet panties down past your knees and off, onto the floor where they will stay. As my hand travels back up I touch the tender bottoms of your feet, trace your toes and slip a finger between your toes into the sensitive spot that makes you shiver. I stroke behind your knees. You can feel my teeth now as I worship your ass, taking hold of a soft inch and biting just hard enough to make you gasp. Your legs have begun to shake by the time my hand reaches the tender insides of your thighs, the softest skin on a woman's body. You fight against my strength to spread your legs and I allow it. I am straddling one of your thighs now, still holding you pressed face down into the mattress and watching closely as I touch your cunt for the first time.
The effect is as if I had applied an electric current: your entire body tenses and you freeze as I cup your lips and mound with my whole hand.
You hear me make a sound for the first time since I was in your mouth. "God, Christine. The heat."
My fingers barely spread you open before finding the wetness, that damp fire between your legs. You can feel my thumb slip naturally between your lips as I stroke your mound, circling lower. Your hips are moving out of your control now in response to my touch, and the quivering intensifies in your upper thighs. Your knees are pressed into the bed, your hips thrusting upward as if I am already fucking you. The tip of my thumb is at the opening to your cunt now, and you are moving madly trying to get it inside. My fingers have found your clit and it is beginning to be difficult to discern exactly what I am doing to you as the sensations storm over you. The first thrust as my thumb slips inside elicits a long groan of joy from your throat. Now I begin to move my whole hand back and forth with my thumb buried in your cunt and the index finger stroking your clit. I press harder against the inner wall of your wet cunt, finding that bundle of tissue that covers your g spot. It feels almost like I am making a gentle pincer with my thumb and forefinger and making small circles, but with your g spot and clit trapped between them. The sensations sweeping over you from the dual stimulation are electric and primal. You lose track of the rest of your body. Everything is held in those few inches. Sound seems to stop and start. Someone is yelling wordlessly in rhythm with that stroking, those circles, that stroking, and you have no idea that it is you. There is a plateau, then another. It drives you impossibly higher and there cannot be any other place to go, yet you do and then you have that sense of slipping off the edge of something golden that lasts for a few seconds or forever and you fall.
When you return to your body you don't know how much time has passed. The spasms in your cunt still grasp at my thumb deep inside you. My hand is hot and firm at the back of your neck. You pant like someone returning to the surface and realize you had held your breath for what feels like minutes. I let my thumb slip out of you. You whimper, then flinch and try to leap farther up the bed as I lean down and casually lick your soaking cunt from end to end. Just once. I lay atop you and release your neck. My body weight presses down on you, my legs along yours, my toes touching the bottoms of your feet. All of the bare skin overwhelms your system after your orgasm and you jerk and move uncontrollably under me.
I kiss the back of your neck. Sink my teeth gently into the muscles of your shoulder. You can feel my hard cock between the cheeks of your ass. I bite your earlobe and flick my tongue inside before whispering.
