She felt restless in her apartment after he had dropped her off. Running her hands down the thin fabric of the shirt he had bought her for the occasion of going out she knew she would not be staying in tonight. She walked to his apartment, knowing that he would not yet be asleep, slightly surprised to see him actually sitting outside of his apartment building, looking through portfolios of the models he photographed earlier that week. She stood in front of him; her legs spread shoulder width and looked down at him. A cigarette lay smoldering next to him as he glanced up at her, looking not entirely surprised to see her standing there. Her shirt was unlaced and there were no panties beneath the short skirt. Kneeling down over his lap, she started kissing his neck vigorously. Her hands were on either bicep and she teased his skin with her teeth.
As she sat down in my lap I had little time to react. Knowing how she liked to start things off with my neck I leaned my head back against the wall and reached for her ass, grabbing at it with as much aggression as she had to my neck. I loved the way it felt in my hand, firm yet soft, and gave it a little slap to go with her biting me.
She kissed up his neck and around his jaw to his mouth, planting her lips firmly against his, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and holding it there, running the tip of her tongue against the bit she held in her mouth, running her hands down his arms and slipping her hands into his free one.
He clasped her hand in his and ran his hand up her back, making sure to go under her shirt, feeling her warm skin beneath his calloused hand. He reached up towards her neck, making a mental note that she was wearing nothing underneath that shirt and began to wonder what other items she might be missing from her ensemble...
She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, running it heavily across his teeth and pressing it to the roof of his mouth, and then gently flicking it across the metal in his tongue, finally circling his tongue and keeping a rhythm. She could feel herself getting wet and started rocking her body against his even if it was purely for the motion, she was not quite settled enough to feel his hardness against her.
His hand reached up to the back of her neck and he pressed forward against her. His mouth connected with the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder and he sucked as hard as he could, feeling her skin sink between his teeth, feeling her weight against his arm and hand as she leaned back a bit and utter a low moan. His other hand let go of hers and reached up the front of her shirt. As much as he loved her in it, he wanted her out of it. His hand cupped her tit and squeezed firmly, hearing a chirp from her and a clench of her hand to his arm.
The sudden aggression he was showing towards her turned her on. She no longer worked to hold herself up on top of him and let herself drop into his lap. Now she could feel his cock pressing against her, feeling his mouth work against her neck, his hand gripping her breast, her hard nipples nearly throbbing for his touch, for the way he would run his thumb across the bump in the middle of her tits. She sat fully in his lap, her legs spread wide for him and her knees on either side of his chest now.
He bent his knees up so she had something to lean against when he pulled his arm from behind her. Her new position was the most welcome of them all. He rubbed her nipples with one thumb and her clit with another, using long and heavy strokes against it. He kept this up for a minute or so and then slid his hand from her jugs down to her waist as he slipped two of his fingers into her wet and willing pussy, finger fucking her and getting off to the moans she let out as he did so.
She realized that Jack was not one to ever ask if he could do something, he would just go for it. So she unfastened the button on his pants and stuck her hand down, reaching around for his cock and finding it immediately. Her touch was feathery, running the length of his erection and the width of his dick. She applied as little pressure as she could and knew it was driving him crazy because he kept pressing his fingers into her deeper and harder, insinuating a pressure change from her.
He hated when she just teased him but wouldn't give it up for the world. He could feel his stiffness quiver a bit when he got to this point, where he knew how badly he wanted her and could feel how badly she wanted him, yet she played these games. He put his mouth to her tit through her shirt, breathing hot air against her hard nipples, licking and sucking them through the fabric, biting into her soft tit harder than usual for he had compensation for his roughness.
She removed her hand from his pants for a moment and lifted his shirt up, getting him to help her so that she could get back to him faster. She was hungry for his skin, her hands massaging around his chest and nipples, gently pulling on his rings and watching his stomach muscles tense as she did. She pressed herself against his hand harder as he sucked her titty, not wanting him to stop but not wanting to cum either. She finally put both hands on his chest and wriggled against his legs until he lowered them, burying her face in his crotch. She licked through the fabric and took in the head as well, the damp cloth tasting funny to her. She toyed with her teeth and rubbed with her hand. She could feel just how hard he was for her. She was hoping that tonight he would finally do as she asked him to and tell her what to do.
