He ran up the stairs, his cock already rock hard and straining at the fabric of his jeans. He knew she was waiting for him. He'd been thinking about her all the journey home - her soft skin that he couldn't wait to stroke, those perfect 30DDs that formed the perfect handful, the perky nipples, so suckable. He loved how sensitive they were, how it was like their little game to see how long he could take one of her nipples into his mouth and roll it between his lips before she pushed him away, covering up those tender buds with her delicate hands. He could feel himself dripping precum within his boxers, and couldn't wait to push himself deep inside of her smoothness.
He arrived at her door, panting slightly from anticipation and, to be honest, general horniness. He banged on the door. He heard her soft, sensual voice questioning from behind the barrier between them, teasing him - she knew he was there.
She opened the door, and it was all he could do to stop himself from instantly jumping on her. She. Was. Stunning. Her long black hair flowed down her back, with whisps falling either side of her face. Her luscious lips, moist and red, parted slightly in her own greeting. Her dark eyes looked at him, and he could see that she wanted him just as much. Her body was just as he remembered it from when they'd last seen each other - tall and slender but with the perfect amount of curve, her body only slightly covered by her favourite silk dressing gown that flapped teasingly in the slight breeze, giving tantalising glimpses of what lay beneath. She'd worn the black lace underwear that she knew he loved, her lace bra holding up that perfect bosom, while her lace panties barely covered the treasure underneath. He could make out a faint darker patch right in the centre, and he knew that she was just as wet for him as he was for her.
It wasn't the time for small talk. Their bodies spoke to each other without words, and they moved to each other for a kiss. Not just any kiss, but one of those heady, passionate kisses, where you can feel the other person's tongue all around your mouth, playing with you, light bites on your tongue teasing you, where you don't want the kiss to end, but at the same time are excited to see where it goes.
She thrust her hands under his shirt, dying to feel his bare skin. Within moments she had his top off, and he soon felt that mix of silk and skin pressed against him. She stopped him from doing the same to her - she was in control. She lightly ran her fingertips over his chest, flicking his nipples, drawing light scratches down his back, licking and nipping all over. Without further ado, she took his hands and almost dragged him to the bed. She was a big fan of silk, and like her dressing gown, her bed was covered with a dark burgundy silk, cool to the touch. He shivered slightly as she pushed him onto the bed, the coolness against his back contrasting with the body pressed against his front. Slowly she unbuckled his belt and undid his top button and zip. He put his head on his hands, knowing that any attempt to try to speed things up would only result in her taking things more excruciatingly slowly. She ran her fingertips round the inside of his underwear, noting the wetness at the top of the front, before grasping the clothing and pulling it all off, leaving him naked and exposed on the bed. Just the way she liked him.
She gazed appreciatively at his cock. Cut and clean, it had always been her favourite. An ideal size at 7 inches with a perfect girth, this was the dick of her dreams. With him lying naked on her bed, she sat on his legs, still in her dressing gown and underwear, and saw the lust in his eyes. She traced her fingertips over his body, moving up and down his chest, lightly tickling his balls and the inside of his legs, avoiding his penis. She watched it throb and pulse with desire, precum oozing out. She bent over and started licking and kissing all over his body, running light nips and licks around his nipples before suddenly, without warning, enveloping his cock with her mouth. He let out an involuntary groan of pleasure, and couldn't help but move his hands to the top of her head.
He knew better than to try to push her down, but he loved running his fingers through her hair as she sucked his cock the way only she could. Her tongue wet with saliva, she licked up and down his shaft, kissing and sucking every inch of it, making it wet and glistening with the mixture of fluids, before taking it into her mouth and sucking it hard, creating a vacuum with her mouth and running her tongue around the sensitive parts of his head and the tip underneath, making him tremble with delight. It had been a few days since he'd cum, and he knew that he couldn't last much longer. She sensed his arousal, and instead of releasing, sucked harder, demanding what he was giving. With a roar, he came into her mouth, shot after shot pulsing down her throat as she swallowed every drop. While some girls might have been disappointed, she was thrilled. She knew he was only just getting started.
