His hands covered her breasts from behind, stroking gently, tugging on her hard nipples. She moaned and leaned back against him, grinding her ass back against his jean-covered groin. He was hard. Hard and molded against her. His hands moved over her round curves, kneading. His fingers firmed around her breasts, cupping her. She reached her hands back grabbing hold of his hips, holding on for dear life. He whispered in her ear, gruff and with a voice filled with arousal, "I want you. I want you writhing naked under me as I fill you with my cock." She moaned, closing her eyes and feeling her wetness dripping between her legs.
Her eyes were blindfolded. Her senses on fire as his hands stroked her body, never leaving her. How had she ended up here? She'd been seduced by his smile, and his wicked eyes. They'd met in a bar, a small club. She'd been with friends and he'd been alone. They'd danced and he'd bought her a drink. She never went home with a man on the first date and this wasn't even an official date. She knew his name was Scott. He'd been sitting across the bar, relaxing and watching her. His eyes were blue, almost the same blue as his silk shirt. His black jeans had covered his ass, hugging it tight and firm. As he had walked to her, asked her to dance, she couldn't help but look at his ass and feel herself getting wet and excited. She'd never felt this immediate attraction before. As the club was closing, he asked if he could take her home. She'd said yes.
When they'd gotten to her apartment, she'd turned to ask him in. He was close behind her, waiting, staring at her eyes. Without thinking, she'd reached up, cupped her hand around his neck and pulled his lips down to her mouth. He'd pushed her up against the door, leaning against her. His mouth was strong and took possession of hers. She moaned as his tongue slipped across her bottom lip and then pried her lips open. Attacking his mouth, she'd stuck her tongue in his mouth, tasting. She groaned in surprise when his mouth closed around her tongue, sucking hard. It was like having a grenade go off inside her. The explosion of feeling and warmth was amazing.
She broke away, fumbling with her keys to open the door. As they slipped inside, he closed and locked the door. Pushing her up against the other side of the door, he drew her collar open. His lips touched her neck, kissing, nibbling. He pulled away, looked in her eyes. They were both panting. Suddenly, his hands gripped tighter on her shirt and with a contained violence, tore it open, ripping it. Buttons flew everywhere, bouncing on the floor. His eyes moved down. She felt her skin heat as his eyes flamed across her black satin covered breasts. She looked down, watched her chest heaving. With a sly smile, he tucked his finger in the top of her bra, just in between her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he pulled down. The strength in that one finger was enough to bring her bra down, pulling her breasts with it. He looked at her and told her to turn around.
With quick breaths, she turned, facing the door. She heard him whisper in her ear, "Trust me. I won't do anything you don't want me to. Tell me if you want me to stop." With that said, she felt a soft material cover her eyes. It was the belt from her cashmere sweater which had been hanging by the door. She took a deep breath and decided to trust him. He tied it gently but firmly behind her head. She couldn't see a thing. She felt his fingers slide over her skin, over her neck and shoulders. She shivered. His hands moved down her back. His lips found her neck and kissed her gently. His fingers moved down under the hook of her bra. His fingers moved with feather touches as he slowly slid the hook free, letting her bra slide away from her heated breasts. She moaned as cool air hit her naked breasts, her nipples were already hard and wrinkled.
