She didn't even hear him enter the room. She was standing, half dressed, staring intently at the clothes hanging in the closet, wondering what to wear out that night. She smelled his cologne a scant second before his arms were around her, one at her waist, the other at her throat. She let out a gasp as he spun her around and pinned her against the wall. She started to cry out but was quickly silenced as his mouth fell hard onto hers. He applied pressure to her chin with his thumb, forcing her to open for him. His tongue swept through and he took complete possession. She was still too shocked to respond in any way, positively or negatively. But when the hand at her waist slid lower to her hips, and then moved toward the center of her body, it was as if a light switched on and she was instantly alert. She tried to move his hand away. He grabbed both her wrists and locked them above her head in one of his hands. He then went back to his original target. She squirmed beneath him as she tried to move away. He only became more determined. He laid the palm of his hand flat against her lower abdomen and lifted his mouth from hers.
"Don't tell me you don't want this," he whispered gruffly.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"You know why. Because I want you."
"You always want me," she replied coyly, raising her eyes to his.
"Then you shouldn't be surprised," he responded, just before lowering his lips to hers again.
He kept her arms trapped above her as he moved his hand lower, between the soft, thin cotton of her panties and the smooth warmth of her skin. His tongue entered her mouth as two of his fingers entered her hot, wet pussy. He began driving her wild with both. He tore his mouth from hers briefly.
"You're already wet for me. I knew you wanted it," he smirked.
"I never said I didn't," she said breathlessly as his fingers moved inside her.
His fingers became more forceful in their movements. Finding it hard to breathe because of the pleasure, she began gasping for air. She felt her knees give out. He felt her go weak and pressed his hard groin against her pelvis, trapping her entire body between himself and the wall.
He dropped his head to her neck and began kissing and biting a path from there, down her chest, to her breasts. They were hidden beneath a sheer lace bra. He ripped it off her and, releasing her wrists, took the one on his right in his hand and began kneading it, the pad of his thumb rubbing against the nipple, pinching it, until it stood erect. Her arms remained above her head, she was so distracted by everything else he was doing she didn't notice he'd released them.
He removed his fingers from her and forced her underwear down as far as he could reach from that angle, to her knees. He then went back to toying with her clit. He kept one hand on her tit, playing with the hard nipple, which he licked as he shifted positions. He knelt down in front of her, pulling her underwear the rest of the way down her shapely legs, and, before she knew what was happening, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. If she hadn't been up against the wall, she would have fallen right then and there. But he kept her standing and began licking and sucking at her clit and lips. Her arms finally dropped down and onto his head which she held onto as she involuntarily pressed herself into his mouth.
He could feel her legs getting weaker and heard her breath getting shorter, so he backed up slightly and let her slide down the wall. When she hit the floor, still dazed, he pulled her away and laid her down on her back. Before she could come out of her stupor his mouth returned to the wet folds waiting between her legs. He spread her lips apart and slid his tongue down and back up as he continued to play with her clit with his fingers. She was so wet now he felt himself getting harder with each lap of his tongue on her hot flesh. He took her clit inside his mouth and sucked, slipping two fingers deep inside her. He moved them in and out slowly, making it impossible for her to think about anything but what he was doing. She could feel every inch of those fingers rubbing the walls within her, the sensation of his hands and his mouth made her feel as if she'd explode soon.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers from her and stopped sucking. He then began trailing his tongue, flat, around the hot, moist area, being careful not to hit any of her trigger spots, teasing her into anticipation. He then licked her clit once more...two times... He placed three fingers at the entrance of her tunnel, applied just enough pressure to make her gasp slightly, then stopped. He enjoyed this moment of sweet torment.
He bent his head again and took her clit back into his mouth and started sucking as he drove all three fingers into her, deep and hard, making her cry out in pleasure and surprise. He put a small amount of pressure on that knot of nerves with his tongue and sucked in and out faster. He also increased his speed and force with his fingers, making her moan and buck her hips. She began crying out to him, shouting his name. He felt her body contracting around his fingers as she hit her orgasm. She became so wild in her hip movements that he had to raise his head to avoid being hit inadvertently. But he persisted with his hands, three fingers inside, and using his thumb on her G-spot. She hit her peak once, but he kept going; twice, but he knew she had more in her; three times, as the tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks, then he stopped. He removed his hands and slowly moved up her body, and, covering it with his own, nuzzled her neck as she regained her strength.
"I knew you'd enjoy it," he smirked.
