I felt her relax as she settled down again, wiggling her hips slightly as she got comfy. I looked down at her, following her hair down across her shoulder to her collarbone, and from there my gaze dropped to the start of her cleavage visible at the top of her shirt. My eyes instantly shot back up as it hadn't been my intention but now there was a heat within me that was vastly different to that which filled the room.
She let her head fall to the side for a moment and exposed her neck. I fought the instant urge to bury my face in it. I adore her neck, there was something so intensely feminine about it that was so alluring to me. My mind rapidly flashed a series of images and I let out a very low growl in response. An involuntary action that often passed unnoticed by me, but not by her. She cocked her head to look at me and I stared ahead as I tried to pretend nothing had happened. I brought my glass up to take a sip but before I could she reached her hand up and pressed her fingertips against my hand. She then moved them to my jaw and turned my head towards hers as she craned her head up to kiss me.
It was soft and delicate, at first. Without looking I reached around and placed my glass on the coffee table beside me and soon had done the same with hers. My right hand gently cradled her cheek so she couldn't turn away, not that she wanted to. My left grasped her thigh tightly. Her own hands ran up my thighs and as she lifted herself up she felt them tense and flex. The power contained in each had been amply demonstrated in a variety of ways and the thought of each made her pulse quicken. Then she felt my fingers grip her thigh more tightly which in turn made her grip my thighs more tightly.
Those initial soft kisses were long over now and were replaced with a passion that she flared all too easily within me. My clothes felt almost restricting, my skin felt like it was on fire and all I wanted was to feel as much of her against me as I could. I moved my left hand round and then dragged it slowly up the inside of her thigh before bringing it to rest between her legs. My lips broke from her and I stared deep into her eyes, pausing just for a moment. My left hand then moved up, unbuckling her belt and opening up her jeans. I maintained eye contact as my hand slowly slid inside, the heat from her thighs made my mouth go dry.
The delicate feel of the soft fabric of her panties was pleasing too touch as I ran my fingers slowly up and down her pussy. Teasing her, my hand still against the now flushed cheek, making her keep eye contact. I started to move my hand with more intent and her eyelids fluttered for a second. There, that was what I wanted. That momentary surrender to the pleasurable sensations that I now so desperately wanted to give her. Part of me wanted to tease her more but I couldn't help myself. My hand moved up a fraction and then inside her panties. The heat, the wetness, an intoxicating concoction that made me ache for her. My hand moved from her cheek to the top of her sternum, my fingers splayed out across her collarbone, my thumb and forefinger spread around her neck. I could feel her pulse through my fingers, a rhythm fast enough to dance to.
I let my fingertips wander, gently delving into every fold as if I didn't know her body as well as my own. My thumb slowly circling her clit as I now moved a finger carefully up and down between her lips. I could feel her relax, I could feel the tension melting from her gorgeous body and as she let her head fall back I saw my chance. I lightly bit her neck as I gently slid a finger inside her. The moan that escaped her lips at the delicious contrast in sensations washed over me and I relished every moment.
I settled into a slow but steady rhythm, content to let things build slowly, for now at least. Hearing those soft moans and occasional whimpers was simply feeding and stoking the already raging fires within me. I lightly pressed my lips against her flushed skin time after time. The smell of her skin, the taste, the very feel of her, every facet of her right then, in that moment, was pushing me closer and closer to my own breaking point.
The feeling of want had passed long ago and had been forgotten. Now I needed her. She was mine. I was going to repay that a thousand-fold and on every occasion she'd let me. Now in my mind there was nothing more than me giving her everything she was due and I wished to give her so much more.
When I felt she was ready I curled another finger up and let it rest against her. A question had been asked and as she lifted her hips slightly and pressed them forward the answer was given. My finger slid in to join the first, caressing and working her g-spot as the palm of my hand rubbed her clit. She started to grind her hips against my hand now. Her breathing changed, the feel of her body has changed too. Signs I knew from experience that meant only one thing. Signs that were impossible to ignore.
I simply continued what I was doing, no more, no less. To change anything now might throw things out of sync. I let her hips dictate anything beyond what I was already doing. I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. The buttons of her shirt seemed to strain against the eyelets with each breath. Her fingers dug into my thighs now and though I had no wish to try I was certain I wouldn't be able to move. Her small hands and delicate fingers gave no indication of the strength they could bring to bear.
I could feel her getting close and put bluntly at this point I needed her to cum. I wanted her to cum more than I wanted to cum. To feel it, to see it, to get lost in that moment with her. Her fingers now dug into my legs to such an extent I fully expected her to tear through the denim. I was torn between wanting to draw out that moment at the precipice's edge and to have her cum. As if at that point it was even a choice, I had long known which I wanted.
