As they entered her apartment, she noticed how dark it was with the curtains drawn and the blinds closed. She stifled the urge to turn on the lights. She carried the bags to the kitchen counter and set them down. As she began pulling the grocery items from them, one by one, he gently and without a word, walked up behind her and placed his left hand on her hip. He raised his right hand to move her hair to her left shoulder, and before she could speak, he started tenderly kissing her neck. Her movements slowed, lifting one cold beer out of the bag at a time, as he continued. Neither spoke as he moved the straps of her satin tank top out of his way, kissing and nuzzling in to her neck and shoulder. She tried desperately to control her breathing and not let it get out of control so he wouldn't realize how badly she'd been wanting this. She thought about how long she'd lusted after him -- his mouth, his hands, his body -- as he gently ran his tongue along the right side of her throat.
His right hand, moving the strap of her shirt to make way for his lips, let the strap fall, and left her right breast exposed. She smirked at the decision she'd made to forego a bra today. His hand found its way to her bare breast and cupped it, hard, and she let out a soft moan. That's when she realised she could feel him pressed up against her back, and as she'd moaned, he suddenly got hard. She could feel his hardness pressing into her, and she knew he could feel it too. His hand found her nipple and began squeezing and tugging at it. She moaned again in ecstasy.
His left hand found its way to the strap on her left shoulder and lowered it too, now exposing her left breast. Pulling her chest closer to himself, he cupped both breasts and let out a moan of his own. She turned her head and her lips found his, just as his left hand found the piercing in her left nipple. He fumbled briefly, surprised by the unexpected metal object, but he pulled himself together and decided to pinch a little harder. She let out another moan, and as he realised the pleasure she felt from the sensitivity in her nipple, she felt him harden even more. He tugged and pinched as she slid her tongue into his mouth. She had long forgotten about controlling the pace of her breath.
He slid his hands back down to her waist and whispered, 'let me look at you,' as he turned her around. He wasn't rough but he was strong as he turned her around to face him, still pressed between his hips and the countertop. He pulled back for a moment, letting his eyes caress her figure and enjoy the sight of her bare chest. He liked the piercing and decided her breasts were more perfect than he thought they'd be. And he'd thought about it. A lot. He noticed the longing in her eyes while he took a second admire her beautiful face.
He kissed her mouth while his hands held her firmly in place. His kiss was everything she'd dreamt it would be and she couldn't get enough. As his hands came back up to her breasts, his mouth moved lower, again to her neck and then down her chest. He licked and kissed until he found her pierced nipple. He began sucking at it, teasing her with his tongue. She threw her head back in the agony of pleasure while she raised her hands to hold his head in place. She pressed him into her, gasping for breath as he began biting her tender nipple.
She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he continued to touch and kiss her body. She knew they needed to move to her bedroom, but she didn't want to stop him in that moment. Finally, after what felt like hours and seconds at the same time, he stood to face her, pressing his hardness into her pelvis. Looking deep into her eyes, he asked, 'do you want me to keep going?'
She couldn't find her voice. 'Dear god yes.' She managed to whimper, 'come with me.' She took him by the hand and led him across the apartment into her darkened bedroom. As he followed, he admired her shape. Her shirt now hung across her hips, exposing her lean, toned back as he walked behind her. He thought about how he'd get her out of her jeans...
Once in her room, she turned to face him and with both hands, pulled the tank top off over her head. He stood back and admired her breasts again. The perfect size, they hung symmetrically on her tanned chest. The lines that formed triangles around her nipples gave away the shape of her bikini and made him realise how lucky he was to be seeing what was usually hidden underneath. He grasped at her, stepping closer toward her, and cupped at her breasts with both hands. Soft yet firm, they fit perfectly in his palms. She leaned in and began kissing his lips again. Her tongue teased his. Together they moved, as if choreographed, toward the bed. She sat gently, maintaining her grasp on his strong shoulders and her mouth's hold on his, and she slid her body back further onto the bed. He crawled along with her until he was fully on top of her. As his fingers caressed her hardened nipples, she began unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on hers.
As his shirt opened to expose his bare chest, she released his lips from her own and began kissing her way down his throat to his chest. He pressed his hips into hers as he raised his chest to make way for her mouth. She spread her legs a little as she felt him press his bulge into her, and she loved how it felt. She hungrily licked and kissed his skin, gasping for air as she ran her hands down his shoulders and back to shed the shirt. He lowered himself again, finding her mouth with his. God, his skin felt amazing on hers. She could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest as his pecs pressed firmly against her breasts. His right hand moved lower from her breast to find the button of her jeans. He paused and made eye contact, asking aloud, 'is this ok?'
Again, she couldn't find words. She inhaled sharply and managed a smile while her eyes screamed, yes! He whispered, 'what do you want?'
She exhaled the breath she'd been holding in and whispered back, 'you.'
He lowered his weight onto his left side, placing his shoulder beside hers on the bed. With his right hand, he opened the button on her jeans and gently unzipped her fly. He swiftly got up onto his knees, straddling her right leg, and pulled her jeans down with a hand on either side. She raised her hips off the bed, letting the jeans slide off her body. Breaking eye contact for only a moment, she glanced at the bulge at the front of his jeans.
As he freed her from the tight-fitting pants, he ran his hands up her smooth bare legs. The softness of her skin delighted him, reminding him how long it had been since he'd had the pleasure. Once again, he found his hands at her hips, now gently touching the lace of her thong. He wanted to badly to shed it too and dive into what lay beneath, but he was careful not to get ahead of himself. He returned her gaze, which had hardly left his face, and leaned back in to kiss her lips. He wanted her to know how deeply he cared for her but was clouded by thoughts of her softness and wetness.
She cared for him too and had for a long time. But in this moment, her body's desires were all that mattered to her. She wanted to feel his body on hers, in hers. As he kissed her and his body pressed down on hers, she let out another moan. She placed her right hand on his chest and forced it between them, grazing her own breast as it made its way down to the crotch of his jeans. She caressed the bulge and felt his hardness as far as it went down his leg. She tried to contain a smile when she realised his size, but he felt it in her lips. He smiled a little too, knowing she was pleased. She released the button on his jeans quickly with one hand and opened the fly. He shifted his weight and pulled off his jeans and boxers in one quick motion. She held him in her hand and began stroking up and down. His already swollen cock got harder in her grasp.
He wanted to give in to his pleasure and let her bring him to climax. But he also knew how much he wanted to pleasure her. He tugged at the lace and pulled her thong off her, forcing her to let go of him. He lowered his face between her legs and gently kissed her inner thighs. Still holding his gaze, she marvelled at his ability to be so strong and assertive yet tender and intimate. She couldn't believe how finally being with him only made her want him more. She moaned again as his tongue found her clit and he began flicking it and teasing her. 'Right there, right there.' He seemed to know her body as if he'd been with her a thousand times. His right hand found its way back to her left breast and started playing with her piercing. He was beginning to think he liked it as much as she did, but she knew that nothing was more pleasurable than the sensitivity of her left tit. She gasped and moaned again as she was brought back to him sucking on her clit. Her juices ran down his chin. He knew he was bringing her to the edge, and he liked it. He slid two fingers inside her. She trembled a little.
Feeling close, she reached down and pulled his face to her own and kissed him. Shifting again onto his shoulder, he kept his right hand on her. He began rubbing her clit, soft and slow at first, then harder and faster. 'Yeah, yeah...yeah!' She cried out between hard, passionate kisses. She was losing control. He kept rubbing, rhythmically, until she burst in all directions. He was surprised and slowed his pace. She was equally surprised -- not because she'd never squirted before, but that he'd gotten her there so easily and that she'd been comfortable enough with him to let herself go.
She reached her left hand down and took his hand off of her. She shifted her weight and got up to straddle him. Still dripping, she hovered over his legs and lowered her mouth to his cock. Using both hands, she guided him into her mouth. He let out a quiet moan as he felt the warm wetness of her tongue on him. 'Finally,' he thought. She lowered her left hand to caress his balls while her right hand and her mouth moved up and down along his long, hard shaft. She could take so much of him in her mouth. He moaned again, this time louder. He wanted to be inside her warm, wet pussy, but he also wanted her to keep going. He held her hair like a ponytail in his hand while he watched her head move up and down on him. She let herself get wet and sloppy, her saliva dripping onto his balls. He admired her coordination as she massaged his sack with one hand and caressed his cock with the other. He tried not to think of the men she'd practiced this on -- he knew he should just be grateful she was here with him now.
He released his grip on her hair and put his finger under her chin, raising her gaze to meet his. 'Can I fuck you now? '
She smiled and wiped her spit from her chin. 'How do you want me?' She asked.
