With one swift motion he lifts me and stands up, turns around and places me back down on the couch. Still standing, he takes one leg of my jeans at a time and pulls them from my body. Before him I sit in nothing but my pink and white candy striped thong. He stands there just looking at me and I find myself getting a little self conscious.
Removing all doubt he says to me, "You are so sexy..." I then lean up and begin to unbuckle his belt. He puts his hands over mine to stop me and says "Not yet." Oh, how disappointed I am; I want so badly to see and touch what is bulging in his pants before me. I make a little pouting sound and he says "Don't pout baby, just trust me..." with that he gets to his knees and I have an idea of what he has in mind. He wants to taste me.
He turns to the coffee table behind him and pushes it out a few feet to give himself some room to move around in front of me. Next, he runs his hands up my thighs slowly while he says to me, "You know, for such a long time now I've wondered what you taste like..." I only half-grin and bite my lip in response, while I open my legs wider to accommodate him as he pushes against me. With his ribs between my knees, he has pressed his body against mine and begins to explore me. He starts at my ears.
My eyes flutter closed and my hands run up his well-muscled back from his waist to his neck, one hand rests on the back of his head, the other runs over his bicep. He takes one of his hands and snakes it between us, and begins to stroke my inner thighs as he moves his mouth to my neck. My hips begin to move on their own, tilting upward against him, my hot center seeking his fingertips that are so close. He doesn't give in to my body's obvious need for his touch, but instead places his palm on my abdomen, pressing my hips back down against the couch.
His lips have traveled to my chest now, and he trails his tongue between my breasts, then underneath and around each one in a circle, ending at my nipples. I open my eyes and look down at him, and watching his lips close around my breast makes my tummy flip with excitement. He suckles gently at first, then harder as he opens his eyes to meet mine. I know the desire is heavy in my eyes, and I can see a reflection of it in his eyes too.
I feel his hand travel from the back of my calf, up my knee, around to the inside of my thigh and directly to my center where he pulls aside my panties and slips two fingers inside of me. Our eyes still locked as he does this, my mouth falls open and I inhale sharply at the unexpected swiftness of his action. He smiles with my nipple still in his mouth. My head falls back onto the couch and my body is under his control as his fingers move in a 'come here' gesture inside of me. He slips in a third finger and bites my nipple. I let out a gasp of both pain and pleasure. I feel his mouth move further south, across my ribs and down to my belly button. He then kisses each of my hip bones and I flinch a little and giggle saying, "that tickles.." He takes his fingers out of me and puts his hands underneath me, pulling me towards the end of the couch.
He bows his head down and I feel his breath tickle my thighs. I have never felt before the way I do at this moment, my desire so out of control that I am unbelievably impatient. All I want to do is grab his head and push his mouth to me, to feel his tongue flick against my clit, to come all over his face. He kisses my inner thigh, moving excruciatingly slow towards my honey pot.
"Please..." I whisper to him.
"Please what?" he whispers back.
"Please hurry," I murmur. "Please touch me, please taste me... please... I need it.."
He takes advantage of my vulnerability and tortures me even more. "Are you going crazy my sweet?" he taunts me.
