She was giddy with anticipation; he'd said he was 40 miles away. That left her enough time to get her shower in and have the red outfit on, surprising him in the process. He was really coming this time, she thought. The last time she had seen him, he'd had her panting in less than 5 minutes. He seemed to know just how to pull her hair to make her go from completely normal to a sex crazed lunatic in an instant. Well, this time, he'd be able to finish what he'd started.
She stepped out of the shower and looked at her phone for the thousandth time. No missed calls or texts. Hmmm. I wonder if he's lost. She wrapped the towel around her and went into the living room, intending to have a seat and call him and see what was keeping him.
As she passed thru her bedroom door to the living room, there was a knock at the door. Oh lord, who could that be? Not him. She didn't tell him how to get to her building. She went to look thru the peephole and saw the flesh of a finger. Her heart skipped a beat. Was that him? Oh please please let it be him. She felt herself get wet at the thought.
She cracked the door and there he was. Her mouth started to water he looked so good. They made a little small talk as she closed the door, still wrapped in the towel. "I just got out of the shower," she explained, "I'm still dripping, see?" She reached up and put her hand behind his head and stretched up on her tippy toes to bring their lips together.
This was no chaste kiss. Tongues intertwined, teased, lips were bitten, alternatively sucked on, brought to the edge of excitement but not letting the full force of it out.
She felt herself starting to be pushed back slowly. She stepped back with his urging and found herself against the wall. Wow, she thought, I've always wanted this. And it feels as good as I thought it would. He ran his hands down her arms and held her hands.
Suddenly, he pulled them up above her head, pinning her to the wall. The towel fell away from her body, leaving her completely naked to him. She could imagine what he saw: her arms above her head, head against the wall, her breasts thrust forward and heaving with excitement.
She leaned forward to continue kissing him but he wouldn't allow her to, drawing his head back just far enough that she missed every time. Instead of getting frustrated like always, she was getting more excited. Someone was finally taking charge. And she loved that.
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, wanting him to not stop, loving the feel of his tongue on her hard nipple, his teeth nipping at it. He switched back and forth, making both nipples tight and hard as rocks. He kissed his way back up her neck, taking her mouth in his, releasing her hands in that moment.
She took advantage and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, moving faster and faster over his lips, pressing her body more into his. She wanted that full body contact, craved it. And he obliged, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him.
He pulled her away from the wall, still kissing her, and slowly pushed her in the direction of the kitchen. She knew what he wanted but desired to hear the words come from him. Something cold pressed into the small of her back, announcing their arrival to the kitchen counter.
"I think you need to get on the counter," he said. Glancing back, she saw it was still cleared of any debris. She turned back to him and went back to kissing him, running her hands along his arms, shoulders, back of his neck, thru his short hair. He went to pick her up and she pulled herself on the counter before he had the chance.
They continued to kiss with her locking her legs around his waist, dragging him closer to her so she could feel him pressing into her. Her hands wandered under his shirt and up his back, lightly scratching his back. How fair is it that I am the only one undressed? she whispered in his ear, tugging his shirts up. Off they went, falling to the floor.
Her heart tripped a beat as she ran her hands and fingers over his chest. That was exciting her more, imagining the feel of it on her bare breasts. She pull her legs toward her, pulling him close again, feeling the hair on his chest brushing her now sensitive nipples. A low moan escaped her as she rubbed against him, kissing his ear, jaw, and once more, his lips. She loved the feel of his skin on hers.
His mouth left hers and started down her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access but he wanted more. She felt his fingers creep up the back of her neck and into her wet hair. She tingled at what was to come, knowing that he KNEW what to do to make her that much more excited.
His hand closed around a handful of hair and pulled her head back, sending shivers of delight down her spine, making her nipples hard as rocks and flooding her pussy with what he was craving. His lips, tongue, and teeth traveled down her chest toward her extremely wet pussy.
She felt him tugging her head back farther. At first she was confused. He had already passed her neck, why would he need to pull her head down farther? Then it came to her: he wanted her to lay flat on her back so he could reach her pussy, so he could lick and suck her to orgasm.
Her head went further than expected: it hung just over the edge of the counter. But she was not complaining in the least. He had lowered his mouth onto her clit. That tongue! She'd wanted it on her for weeks, wanted to feel it lapping at her pussy, tickling her clit, bringing her to orgasm.
He quickly worked her to a fevered pitch, her hips bucking as he sucked and licked. She was gasping and moaning, telling him she loved it. One hand reached up and played with her nipple, pinching and pulling, almost throwing her into an orgasm. She wanted to cum but she wanted to feel his cock in her when she did. She touched his arms, trying to get his attention. He was lost between her legs, oblivious to all but her pussy. She grabbed his arms and tugged.
