Promises Promises 8

"Did you bring me coffee?" she asked after opening the door.

"And breakfast!" he replied, holding up a fast food bag.

He looked at her as she reached out for the drink and bag. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and not one bit of makeup, but all he could think was, "Beautiful!" Her eyes didn't hide her happiness at seeing him. Those eyes! Like no color he'd ever seen before. Her smile lit up the room as much as his soul as he looked at her. Full, sensuous lips, the corners turned up in a perpetual half-smile, half-smirk. As she turned to lead him down the hall towards the living room, he couldn't help but notice the animal print bra showing through her T-shirt.

"Is that the same bra as the pic I saw?" He wondered to himself as he remembered in vivid detail every pixel from that photo.

"See? I told you the place was a mess!" she chuckled as she began picking up clothes hangers off the floor and clearing the couch of laundry.

Suddenly, his eyes widened a bit. "Was that booty cleavage?" he asked himself, quickly looking away so she wouldn't catch him staring at her perfectly round, pajama-clad ass. "I do believe it was," he answered in his head, trying his best to conceal his grin.

The cleaning done, she sat down next to him on the couch and they began talking. In the midst of their conversation, he couldn't help but notice little details about her that made him want her all the more. The way her full lips moved as she talked. The tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she spoke. The rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. The gentle curve of her hips. Her shapely, full legs.

"Oh my God!" he thought to himself. "How much I'd love to run my hands up and down those thighs."

As he sat there, he could feel the beginnings of an erection like the distant thunder of storm clouds on the horizon. Not yet threatening, but a portent of what is to come.

Checking his phone during a pause in the conversation, he told her, "Well, I should probably get going." He looked closely for any hint of disappointment in her eyes. Seeing none, he mentally shrugged but then stopped. There wasn't disappointment in her eyes, but... But what? There was certainly something there.

As they stood, they moved closer to hug goodbye. As his arms wrapped around her and hers slid behind his back, he knew what he wanted to do. Had to do. Must do. As the embrace lingered, his mouth went to her neck and he began kissing it softly. His left hand pulled her even tighter to him as his right slid down to the slope at the top of her ass. Softly, he moaned as he continued kissing her neck. Was that his imagination, or was she leaning her head away to give him better access? His right hand slid lower until he was cupping her ass and pulling her even closer. He heard her sigh softly and her body melted into his.

Kissing his way to her ear, he whispered softly, "I want to make you cum."

She whimpered almost imperceptibly as his lips once again moved to the crook where her shoulders met her neck. His right hand was now firmly grasping her ass cheek and pulling her tight to him. His right hand slid slowly up her side until his thumb was caressing the side of her breast through her bra.

"We can't," she whispered hoarsely, clearing her throat quietly.

His lips once again made their way to her ear, kissing and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

"I just want you to cum. I won't get undressed. I won't even take my shoes off."

"We shouldn't. It's not right." She almost pleaded with him.

His lips left her neck and he pulled back to look her directly in her eyes. His hands slid up and gently cupped her face as she looked up at him.

"Do you trust me?"

"What are you going to do?" she asked with a half smile.

"Do you trust me? he insisted.

With a sigh, "yes".

"Close your eyes." She did so, slowly, the smile still on her lips. Taking a breath, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.

At first, he was merely kissing that smile. Firm, nervous. Soon, however, those perfect lips softened. Then parted slightly. Slowly, furtively his tongue tasted the inside of her lip. His gentle probe meeting no resistance, he pressed further. As he did, her lips parted more fully and their tongues met. Both sighing as their bodies melted together, they began kissing in earnest. Tongues swirling around one another, seeking, exploring.

She raised her arms to rest on his shoulders and began caressing the back of his head as their tongues danced together. His right hand began sliding up her back, under her T-shirt as his left slid beneath the waistband of her bottoms. With a deft snap, her bra was unhooked and his hand began sliding slowly to her side, pushing the bra up and out of the way. A small gasp left her lips as his palm slid softly over her hardening nipple while his hand moved to cup her breast.

"Absolutely perfect," he thought to himself as his thumb lightly played over her nipple, exciting it further. Not too large, but definitely a handful, and he had large hands. Just right.

His left hand followed the curve of her shapely ass and cupped first one and then the other cheek before settling into the crook separating the two.

His erection, no longer a storm cloud on the horizon, was now a raging tempest straining against his pants. Pulsing and throbbing, he choked back a gasp as she shifted her legs and her thigh brushed against his cock.

Unable to wait any longer, his left hand slid up and his thumb hooked the waistband of her bottoms and panties. As he began pulling them down, she wiggled her ass to assist in their removal. Sliding to the floor, she stepped out of them and took a step closer to the couch. Already, he could smell her musk and for a moment he felt almost intoxicated with the deliciousness of it. Both his hands immediately slid to her ass, caressing and squeezing gently while supporting her as he lowered her to the couch. His lips finally parting from hers, he began kissing her cheeks and neck as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra slid off and joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.

His mouth began a slow journey down her body. As his lips reached her upper chest, she arched her back and nestled back into the corner of the couch.

For years, he had stolen glimpses down her shirts, aching to see more than just some magnificent cleavage and a fancy bra. At last, he had his opportunity to see what he'd been craving all this time. The areola were about the size of silver dollars and dark, covered with those small bumps he'd always found irresistible. The nipples were thimbles perched at the tips of her breasts, now crinkled and hard. He imagined he could see them pulsing with the excitement of the moment.

As he planted soft, wet kisses down her chest towards those delightful nipples, his left hand slid down her body. Over the soft mound of her breasts. Past her stomach and beyond the swell of her hip, along her outer leg to just above her knee.

He smiled to himself as he remembered his earlier wish. "I guess I'm going to get to caress those thighs after all."

She again arched her back as his warm mouth approached her nipple. Teasingly, playfully, he circled one and then the other. Taking care not to actually touch the nipple, his tongue strove to memorize each bump on her areola. Her hands went to the back of his head, pulling him closer to her as a small whimper escaped her lips.

"Please!" she whispered, perhaps more to herself than to him.

His hand was now caressing the inside of her thigh, inching ever closer to her pussy. Already, he could feel the heat from it. It was taking every bit of his self control to stop himself from ripping off his clothes and burying his throbbing, aching cock deep inside her. But, a promise was a promise...

At once, his mouth covered her nipple and his tongue swirled around it, slowly but firmly. She let out a small gasp as, at the same time, his hand slid up to caress her pussy. Never before had he experienced anyone so wet. As her hips rose from the couch, his finger easily slid between her lips and he was inside her. Gently probing, pushing, exploring her all the while beginning a slow rhythmic stroke. For the first time, a low, throaty full moan escaped her lips as the simultaneous stimulation of her nipples and pussy broke through her self control.

Pulling his head back from her breasts, he marveled again at their perfection. Blowing softly across her saliva covered nipples made them even harder. His right hand began playing with one nipple, slowly and gently rolling it between his large thumb and forefinger. The other, he covered with his mouth and began sucking - gently at first, but then more forcefully as she wriggled on the couch.

Withdrawing his now slick fingers from inside her, he began slowly running them between her lips, careful to avoid going too high up. No, that would be delayed for a moment as he thrilled in the feeling of her wet lips against his fingertips. Her right hand slid down to cover his, trying in vain to force it upwards. To press against the part of her aching for his touch.

"Please?" she asked again. This time, most definitely for him to hear. A plea begging for the release that his hands would provide.

Instead, he ran his hands again up her side to come to a rest caressing her cheek. Soft, wet kisses followed, from her glistening nipples, up her chest to her throat and finally once again his mouth was covering hers. Their kiss now was anything but coy or exploratory. Their tongues lashed at each other with building passion. Her back arched once again, trying to press against him.

"Are you ready to cum now?" he asked her, a twinkle in his eye.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked directly into his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly. "Yes baby. Please make me cum," she whispered.

Slowly, agonisingly, he planted wet open mouthed kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. His nostrils took in the scent of her as her travelled lower, filling his head with her fragrance. Down her chest, between her breasts, slowly his mouth moved. Over her stomach then, his hands tracing their way down her sides as he went. A playful circle of her bellybutton with his tongue as he drifted lower. His hands came to rest on her breasts as his mouth approached her mound, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his palms.

As he moved ever lower, she shifted her hips, spreading her smooth, full thighs wider apart. He paused for a moment to look at her before he continued. Her pink pussy lips were opened like a flower and covered in her juices. Barely peeking through its cloak was her clit, throbbing in anticipation of him. His mouth watered as he thought of what he was about to do. Sliding a little further down and shifting his hips to relieve some of the pressure on his engorged cock, he bent his head down and began kissing her upper thighs.

Full, open mouthed kisses all over those beautiful thighs he'd been fantasizing about touching earlier. His tongue swirled and teased as he gently sucked here and kissed there. Both her hands moved to the back of his head as her hips arched from the couch, hoping to force the contact she so desperately needed.

Slowly, he ran his tongue down one of her lips and up the other. Savoring the taste of her, he licked her juices from his lips. Gently, he parted her lips with his tongue, running it down between them, gradually going deeper as he went. Once at the bottom, he flicked her ass with the tip of his tongue and then ran it back up her slit, even deeper than before.

Then, suddenly, his hot mouth was covering her clit as she arched her back and cried out.

"Yes! Yes, baby! Make me cum!"

His tongue slowly circled her clit, firmly but without much pressure. His left hand slowly slid down her body as the right continued caressing and playing with one breast and then the other. Her hips began slowly rocking as she got into the rhythm of his movements.

His hand began stroking her thigh as he increased the pressure of his tongue circling her clit. She is moaning at this point, incoherently murmuring and stroking the back of his head with her hand.

As he began sucking gently on her clit, he slides one, then another of his fingers inside her. Gently stroking in and out, his fingers crooked, he started applying pressure to the spot directly under where his tongue was now firmly lashing against her clit.

"Oh my God, baby! I'm about to cum!" She cried out as she pressed her hands even more firmly behind his head, grinding against him. Her hips moving more forcefully and her back fully arched, a long loud moan began escaping her lips.

His right hand began squeezing her nipple more forcefully as he sensed how close she was. He gently clamped his teeth around her clit as he sucked even harder, his tongue furiously teasing and lashing against her. His left hand forcefully thrusted inside her to the rhythm of her moving hips.

With a final scream and a thrust that lifted her ass entirely off the couch, she came. He felt her pussy muscles gripping and squeezing his fingers, trying to draw them even deeper inside. Her clit quivered with spasms in rhythm with her orgasm. He felt hot fluid all over his hand as he gave one final thrust, pressing upwards with his fingers buried as deep inside her as they would go.

Slowly, shuddering, her body begins to relax. He withdraws his head, careful to avoid her now overly sensitive clit. His fingers slid out of her and began again to stroke her thigh. He planted soft kisses to her stomach as he watched it rise and fall as she regained her breath. His right hand continued caressing her breasts, but now slowly and lovingly, soothing her.

After a couple of minutes of listening to her soft breathing, he felt her suddenly sit up. Taken aback, he shifted his weight off of her and sat back on the couch, waiting on what was to come next with some trepidation.

Sitting up, she reached over to him and began stroking his still engorged cock through his pants. He shuddered and didn't even try to stop the loud moan that resulted.

Looking her directly in her lovely eyes, he said, "I promised I wouldn't take off my clothes."

A smirk came to her face as she began unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper. Climbing on top of him, she covered his lips with hers and gave him a long, slow kiss.

Breaking off the kiss, she looked him straight in the eye and said, "But I didn't."