From the day I met him, I dreamt about his lips. I fantasized about sucking and biting them. How soft they'd be against mine. What they'd feel like moving up and down the length of my labia, kissing and sucking as they go. I wanted to feel them on every inch of my body. I wanted them to feel every inch of me. I thought of how I'd taste dripping off of those lips. I imagined I'd be sweeter- everything was probably sweeter coming from those lips.
I let him follow me into the stairwell at work where, at the top, he approached me from behind. Before I felt his hands wrap around my waist, I felt his lips. Oh, his lips. The skin on my neck melted on contact with each kiss. Every slow, wet, tender kiss. I felt each one in my whole body. He continued to suck at my neck as I slowly slid one of his hands down the front of my pants, not wasting time to play with the red lace underneath them that I had worn in case of this special occasion. I kept my hand on his and glided his fingers in a circular motion around my hot mound, telling him I wanted us to feel me getting wetter together. My juices were boiling from my spiked body temperature.
He let out a low growl into my neck as he bit me firmly, sliding one finger inside me. The stimulation was coming from too many directions as he pushed his growing erection into my back. I leaned into him, weakening from pleasure, completely at his mercy. Another finger slid in my, now sopping wet, hole as he breathed into the side of my face. He pushed deeper inside me as I let his working hand go to slowly run my dripping fingers over his lips. He licked his bottom lip and took my fingers into his mouth to taste me fully, not stopping the penetration of his thick digits below.