I was tired, exhausted really, when you called wanting me to come over. I work two jobs and Friday nights are the busiest but you just couldn't wait. Your voice rough over the phone as you begged, pleaded me to come over "Just to cuddle" is what you kept saying but what I heard was the truth, what I heard was "I need to fuck you so bad right now.." Your voice gruff in my ear as you asked me over and over again, I kept telling you no, that I'd have a long day, maybe another night. You wouldn't take no for an answer so I told you if you'd come to my place we could talk. You ran here, barefoot, in only a few moments.
As you walked up, your curly hair everywhere and your bare feet padding across the stones that leg up my driveway I stood there shaking my head, a small smile on my face.
It was twelve thirty in the morning, you really were desperate. As you walked up to me, your breath shakey from running here, I could see the sweat on your muscled arms from the hot night air. I swallowed hard, lord you looked so good standing there but we were only going to talk, after all, everyone was asleep in my house so we had to stay outside.
I sat down on the back porch as you stood about a foot infront of me in a pair of basket ball shorts and a tight tank top. We sat talking for a moment, about life, about our families, before the subject turned sexual. I made a comment about liking it rough and you asked "What if I were to grab you by your hair and kiss you right now?" to which my heart skipped a beat at the thought. I nodded slowly and you took that step forward, your hand slipping into my hair and grabbing a handful as you brought my lips to yours.
Your beard was much softer against my chin than I thought, your lips soft as your tongue snaked into my mouth. My hands found your shoulders and dug my nails in, pulling you down towards me more. We kissed like that for a few moments before your hand started to slide it's way up my skirt and found my lacy underwear I had put on just for you. With a groan my back arched as your fingers pressed against my already wet pussy.
At that point I pulled away, slightly breathless, this wasn't how I had planned the night, I was going to be a good girl. You had different plans though as you took my hand, leading me away from the back porch and towards a large tree we had in our back yard. I felt the bark cut into my bare shoulders as you pushed me back against the tree, your lips finding mine again. I had worn my maroon, off the shoulder, tunic shirt to tease you as I knew how much you liked to bite on necks and shoulders, and that was exactly what you did. I felt your teeth sink into the sweet little spot between my neck and my shoulder as your tongue lashed at my skin. I moaned and gripped at your shoulders, pulling you to me, and in doing so I could feel your hard cock pressing against it's shorts cage, aching to be free. I slipped my hand down and inside your shorts, finding your throbbing cock eagerly awaiting my touch.