You reach up and undo the belt on your coat. You slip the tail out of the clasp and open it ever so slightly. You bring up your arms and begin to open the coat fully, letting it slip from your shoulders and down onto the hardwood floor. It makes a dull thud, and hits the floor almost as quickly as my jaw.
I always knew you were beautiful. Stunning. But this is a sensory overload.
Here you are, standing before me, wearing nothing but a set of matching black lace underwear.
As I drink in your form with now fully awake and alert eyes, I take in each curve, stretch of skin and supple delicacy that is your body. Your breasts, full and straining against the black bra, your nipples almost visible thanks to the low cut. Your bare stomach, tight and enticing. Your collar bones, clearly defined, your skin beginning to blemish with goosebumps at the cold night air as it washes over you. I move my gaze down and take in your underwear, covering your most secret of treasures. It hugs your skin nicely, and makes me think of what lies beneath the soft silk.
Your perfume fills my nostrils and I can smell a hint of arousal from you too. It's an intoxicating mix and I almost lose my mind with the reveal of your body before me.
"What are you doing?" I ask, not sure what to make of all this.
"Giving you something to fantasize about. Inspiring you to write with passion."
You extend your arm and offer me your hand - that soft, gentle hand - and as I take it you pull me up to stand with you. You place my hand on your right breast, and then take your own hand and start to caress my chest. You lean in toward me and your lips press against mine, and I can feel your tongue work it's way along my lips, and into my mouth. You break the passionate embrace and hold my head in your hands. You look deep into my eyes and in a commanding, yet gentle tone, you speak.
"I am yours. Tonight - and for tonight only - I am yours to do with as you please. Nothing needs to be said. Nothing needs to become of this. Just know that I am willing, able and ready to fulfill any of your desires, wants and needs. Any sensual thought you've ever had can be realized tonight. Again, I am yours."
You're right. Nothing else needed to be said.
I took the initiative and returned your kiss. My hand on your breast moved in slow circles, gently massaging you, feeling your nipple stiffen under my touch. Our tongues fight against one another, warring for control. My free hand reaches down and cups your ass, and I feel you step against me, grinding against my body. Your writing under my touch has me at full mast and I feel one of your hands start to rub my cock through my pants. I moan in appreciation at your boldness and place my hands on the small of your back, moving them up over your frame, to the clasp of your bra.
I unsnap your bra and you slip your arms out of it, releasing you're the soft flesh of your breasts for me. I take a long look at your tits, out on display just for me, and hungrily lower my head to your chest, making sure to spend equal time devouring your hard nipples, suckling at them, feeling them grow even harder under the caress of my warm, wet tongue.
I feel you reach inside my pants, and hear you audibly gasp when you encircle my erection. I wasn't wearing anything underneath my pants, and you meet no resistance as you begin to stroke my throbbing cock. I moan into your breasts as you stroke me, and I decide to up the ante by moving a hand down in-between your legs, massaging what I can feel are some very aroused pussy lips. I begin to remove your panties and slowly you shift out of them, naked, stunning and glorious.
You shift your weight and drag my pants the rest of the way down, and without letting go of my swollen dick, lead me into the kitchen. It's here, with the dim light on from the street light outside, I watch with pure lust as you slowly kneel before me, press my cock up against my stomach and gently lower your face to my hanging testicles, running your hot tongue along them, closing your lips around them one at a time and gently sucking on them as you continue to stroke my length.
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
As if reading my thoughts, you stop. You release my balls from your mouth and my cock from your hands, and you stand. You back away from me, taking step after step backward until your bare butt hits the kitchen bench. You use your arms and lift yourself up onto the bench, and very sensually, you raise your gaze to lock eyes with me. You place your hands on your knees and in an excruciatingly slow movement, you spread your legs apart.
The sight before me is amazing. I've never seen anything more exquisite.
You take a finger and gently begin to rub yourself. I can see how aroused you are and I go to take a step forward. You quickly bring a palm up to stop me, and I do as I'm told. You return your hand to your engorged pussy and begin to finger yourself, masturbating for me as I watch. I didn't think it was possible to turn me on any more than you already have, but I stand corrected. My cock hardens even more as I watch, and I subconsciously grab for my dick and begin to jack off in the kitchen watching you pleasure yourself.
I can't stand this. I need you. I want you. Now.
Which is exactly how you want me to want you. That's why you've drawn out the foreplay. I realize that now. And now I intend to make you pay for it.
You beckon me over with a glistening wet finger pulled freshly from your pussy, and I do as I'm told. I suck the finger offered to me into my mouth and taste you for the first time this evening. You taste sensational. I want more.
Without asking, or waiting for permission, I dive between your thighs and start to feast. I lick, nibble and suck on anything within reach and I can feel your fingertips still tickling your clit as my tongue finds it's way into your slippery hole. I reach up and add first one, then a second finger into your sopping cunt and between the both of us we have you panting heavily very quickly. The heat emanating from your pussy is red hot as I devour you, you yourself stopping from your own ministrations to hold on to the bench as I continue to tongue fuck you. I feel you begin to tighten up and I can sense you're close, so I move my lips up and focus solely on your clit while my two fingers move in and out of you and curl up to tickle your g-spot. I suck hard on your clit and feel your whole body tense up as you come, flooding my face with your love juice. I continue to lap up your mess and make sure you're still moist - for I am not done yet, and you know it.
I lift you off the bench and you lean your head down to kiss me, your tongue tasting your own cum on my lips, and I break the kiss, and turn you round to face the bench. I place a hand on your shoulder and force you to bend over, grasping the bench for support as I move my hands down your body, cupping your breasts and massaging your nipples as I move behind you.
I take a moment to admire the gorgeous sight before me, your pussy open and ready, my quivering cockhead just a few centimeters away from glory.
You flick your hair back over your shoulder as you shoot a look at me.
