We get home, after the car incident. We walk into the house, my house, and we don't even have enough time to take off our shoes. The car incident still fresh in our minds, as soon as the door closes we kiss, that kind of kiss that you have when all there is is passion, I push you against the door. My kisses to your lips break, as they start on your neck, and shoulders.
My hands are quickly moving, to pull you out of your beautiful dress, that kind of dress that stops traffic. But you've already got me, and I don't want the dress on you right now. I want to feel your skin. I drop down to my knees and look up to you, with a gleam in my eye. You think you know what it means and I reinforce it.
"I want to taste you", I say, as I slide my hands down your legs to pull your underwear from you, now standing at the door completely naked, and yet I'm still clothed, but you don't notice. Your hands are holding on to the door frame for support, my kisses are planting themselves from your kneecaps all the way up along your thighs. I can sense your wetness. I can feel that you want me, but I purposely dodge it, moving to your other leg instead, on the way by I blow a bit of air across, just to give you the chills.
You beg for it in your moans, when my kisses turn to bites, and to appease the beautiful girl pressed against my door, I slide one finger, slowly inside of your waiting pussy. I can feel you shudder, and try desperately to forget the fact that my jeans have found themselves getting very crowded. As you grab my head, you speak in loud words to me.
"Fuck me with your tongue", you say. "Taste me, lick me. I want you". How one could ignore that is impossible and I push your legs apart, sliding my tongue first along the line of your wet, to give you an idea of what's to come.
Instead of using fingers, as I would normally do right at this moment, my hands are massaging the inside of your thighs. My lips kiss your pussy lightly, and your legs shake a bit for every movement to it. I lick your clit once, and start to suck on it, softly at first, still massaging your inner thighs with my hands. A moan escapes my lips as I pleasure you, because I love this feeling. As I slide two greedy fingers inside of you, I tell you this. You know that I love the feel of your body, and you know that I love how you taste, but you know you need to hear it.
I continue to lick and suck at your wet for a while, until I can feel it. I feel it stirring in you and I want it. You grip my hair and pull at it a bit harder as I snake a hand up to grab and pinch your nipple, just at that moment, you let it out, as I try to catch every little drip of your wet with my mouth. Your moans aren't even moans anymore. The people next door would know what was going on, but we don't care.
