He had me against the wall. My hands were spread, giving me support. My cheek leaned against the tapestry hanging in front of me. His hands moved down my sides, over my hips, to my thighs. Leaning in close to my ear, he whispered, “I need to fuck you.” I closed my eyes on a moan. I love it when he takes complete control of me, not giving me any options. My blood was pounding, my pussy was wet.
Leaning against me, he pushed me harder against the wall. I could feel his groin press against my ass. He was hard and throbbing in his jeans. His hands moved slowly up under my dress, skimming my skin with a feather-touch. It was just enough to drive me crazy. I moaned and begged for him to touch me. He just chuckled in my ear.
His fingers moved up my thighs to cup my ass cheeks. With two fingers, he pulled the back of my panties together and up, forcing the material to tug up against my pussy. I moaned and pushed back against him. Sliding my panties up and down, he fucked me with the material. My clit was swollen by the time he slid his finger over me, briefly touching me. I moaned and closed my eyes.
His hands moved, letting go of my panties. His fingers grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading roughly. He asked me if I wanted to be fucked, if I needed to have his cock buried inside me. “Yes! Fuck me!” I screamed. I threw my head back begging him. His hands pushed my dress up over my hips. His fingers wrapped themselves around my panties and and pulled, tearing the material from me. I grunted, relishing the freedom and the roughness.
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he pulled me back against him. With his other hand, he tore the front of my dress open, buttons popping everywhere. I smiled and moaned as his hand savagely cupped my breast. He pushed his groin against my ass again, pressing and grinding against me. My pussy was dripping, throbbing between my legs.
“Fuck me! For God’s sake, fuck me! Give me your fucking cock!” I was wild, begging him to be inside me. He laughed and tore my bra down releasing my breasts. When his thumb and forefinger pinched my hard nipple I felt as if I would cum just from that. His arm gripped me tighter around the waist, his hand splayed across my stomach.
“You want my cock, don’t you? You want me to bury my cock in your pussy and fuck you. Fuck you hard in your tight little cunt. Don’t you?” His fingers pulled on my nipple, twisting slightly as he pulled it away from my body.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” I was tossing my head around, grinding my ass back against him, begging him to fuck me. His hand moved down my stomach and slipped over my pussy. He cupped me without touching me. I could feel the heat from his hand. I wanted him to touch me, to stroke me, to push inside me. I tried to lower my pussy onto his hand but he held me firm.
His hands moved up my body again. He slipped the rest of my dress off me, then my bra. He pushed my naked body against the wall, pressing his still fully clothed body against my back. “You’re not getting my cock until I’m ready to give it to you.” He drilled his groin against me again. Sliding a hand between my legs, he spread my legs wide. “Stand still. Don’t move.”
I felt him walk away from me. I didn’t move. I knew if I did I wouldn’t get what I wanted. I heard him come back. Sliding a hand around my waist again, he pulled my ass out away from the wall. “Don’t move.” Suddenly I felt something cold run down my bare back. Wine. I could smell the sweetness of it. It rolled down my back, sliding between my ass cheeks, dipping down between my legs and over my pussy. It was cold and wet and it made me throb.
He leaned down and slowly licked the wine from my back. His tongue worked slowly across my skin. His hands held my hips, holding me in place. Down my back, his tongue slid easily over my skin. When his tongue reached just above my ass, I held my breath. Then I felt more wine poured over me. His tongue followed it again, licking every last drop. I felt him kneel behind me. He poured more wine. This time, he slipped between my legs and swallowed the wine as it rolled over and dripped from my pussy. His mouth, his tongue were close enough to me so I could feel them but he never actually touched me with them. His hands held my ass, his finger digging into me. The wine flowed over me, coating my pussy. I was begging again, begging to be fucked hard.