Anticipation builds from deep with in. Every nerve firing. One hand gently cups your breast pouring fuel on an already burning fire. Lightly rolling your nipple sends waves of pleasure to your very core. You long to be taken. You can no longer say no, you have to follow this road where ever it may lead. You surrender and embrace the moment.
You feel exposed in the middle of the room window shades open. It is still light outside. Anyone on the sidewalk could easily see us. You fear being seen and yet, there is something about the boldness of it that turns you on. You love the way I challenge you. You are on fire. The feeling of my hand slowly moving down the soft skin of your belly, your juices flowing in anticipation of my touch.
My fingers take in every texture every curve and line. Wanting to remember and never forget the delicate rose that you are. Slowly breathing you in, your sent intoxicating. My mouth against your neck just below your ear. Whispering, I want you... The heat of your body stirs a deep desire within me. I have longed for this moment. My heart rate increases, my breathing too. I feel my cock stir, becoming hard. Standing erect between the cheeks of your fabulous ass. Pulsing, you feel it and grind back against me. You need to feel me inside of you. You wonder what kind of lover will he be? Will I gently slow fuck you or ravage you with an insatiable desire? A strong insatiable craving for more of you, burns with in me. Your touch, your taste, your eyes, your skin I want all of you.
My hand on your pubic mound. You are completely shaved except for a thin landing strip just above your intimate folds. My fingers stretch for your sex. My mind races with desire wanting, no needing to explore every inch of you. One finger touches the wetness of your outer lips. A fire storm envelopes you. The heat the raw passion. Your outer lips open, hungry for satisfaction. I see you watching me In the mirror. Your hips rise involuntarily. Causing my finger to glide along the length or your outer lips. My finger gently brushes your swollen clit, pleasure courses through you. Your hips give away your wonton carnal craving for more. I tease you and pull back a bit. But you want more. You answer with a whimper. In a voice filled with sexual desire, please... rolls ever so slowly off your lips. So deeply hungry, almost pleading.
Your hand moves off my neck and long my jaw line turning my face towards yours. Our lips meet. The sensation of your lips on mine causes my cock to pulse against your ass to a stronger tempo. The heat, the softness, the taste of your lips. I can not get enough of you. My cock throbs. My hunger building. My fingers continue to explore the soaked lips of your sex. My finger alternately tracing circles on your swollen clit and teasing your opening. Finger me please you mutter in barely audible tones as you grab my hand guiding it exactly where you want it. You don't mind showing me how you desire to be touched.
I place my palm against your clit. First one finger then two slowly stroking in and out of your sex. The sounds the smell of sex fills the room. A little faster you whisper. My palm tapping your clit with every up stroke. Sending shockwaves of pleasure through your deepest most intimate places. My hand on your breast pinches your nipple in unison to every upstroke as my fingers fill you sending intense pleasure through you. Your body is on full alert every nerve in sync, overwhelming pleasure builds. With every stroke you feel your orgasm near. Like a tidal wave building deep and strong demanding release.
Faster a bit harder you demand! I am so close. My fingers target your g-spot. You moan so deeply. I can feel your legs getting weak as your desire demands satisfaction. Your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm overtakes you. I can feel your sex contracting against my fingers holding them gripping them not wanting to let them go.
"Look at yourself!" I demand. I move your head to look into the mirror. My hand is flooded as you cum. Your juices overflowing. As your orgasm subsides I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste your sweet nectar. "I love the taste of you," I say as I pick you up and carry you to the bed.