"'Fortune favors the prepared mind,'" he quotes back immediately, as he leans in and attaches his mouth to one nipple. The zings of pleasure that accompany every lick, bite, and suck are pulsing between my legs as well, and I nearly lose my balance as he alternates between my tits. One arm wraps around my waist, and it's the only thing keeping me upright as his other hand plays with the nipple not occupying his mouth. I'm biting back little moans of pleasure, and pressing my legs together to try and satisfy my increasing desire for touch.
Finally, he pulls away, to push the dress the rest of the way down to the floor.
"Holy shit," he says, his eyes lighting up as he discovers the lacy panties and thigh high stockings that have been hiding under the dress. He runs his hand over his beard, the way he does when he's thinking, as he stares. I wait. Then, he nods, to himself apparently, and traces his hands along my bare skin as he kneels down in front of me. I shiver. He's eye-level with my pussy as he slowly peels my panties down, watching with an intensity that almost borders on reverence. When he has fully exposed the neatly trimmed patch of hair there, he pauses briefly and I swear he inhales. I wonder if he can smell how aroused I am. He pulls the panties the rest of the way down, and I step out of them and kick them away.
I close my eyes as I feel his hands, starting at my ankles, caressing his way up my calves, until he reaches the lacy tops of the stockings halfway up my thighs. He's rubbing with his thumbs, stroking pressure points that I can feel all throughout my body. It's strange, to not be running my fingers through his hair; that I'm not touching him while he's touching me. Then he's sliding two fingers into me, and it's so good, my head tips back and smacks against the wall. I hear him chuckle just before he starts to lick. He keeps going, hard then soft, fast then slow, driving me higher and higher, until the tension snaps, and I'm coming against his face.
My legs feel like jello, but he isn't done with me yet. He stands up, unbuttons his pants, and pulls out his cock. I watch as he strokes it a few times, and a desperate little whimper escapes me. He kisses me again, and I can taste myself on his tongue. Then he's pinning me to the wall with his body as he nudges my thighs apart, and I'm moaning into his mouth as his cock pushes inside me. I hitch my leg up around his hip, and we both moan now, as the motion sends him deeper. One of his hands is squeezing my ass, while the other has reached between us so he can stroke my clit as he's thrusting in and out. He shifts slightly, and suddenly it's everything.