There she stood, Aza. Elegantly standing in front of him. She was the most beautiful women he had ever meet. He had taken her from their third date, he knew the moment their first date was over that he was deeply in love with her. She was perfect. She was smart, kind and witty, she had no obnoxious qualities. They really had a connection. They had similar interests, they both liked music and literature, but a lot of their conversations revolved around what's it's like living in a big city. She always said something that changed his view, she articulated perfectly how life, and the systems work in the city in a way he could never.
She was also perfect on the outside. She always wore a half top bun and then let the rest of her gorgeous long curly black hair flow back behind her shoulders. She had a gorgeous smile that radiated joy. Her beautiful brown shinny skin which tone were somewhere between the skin tone of a light skin black girl and the color of milk cholate. He could get lost in her deep green eyes; they had a hit of brown in them. Her body was truly perfect. She was tall, a little be bit under 5,9, a little bit shorter than himself, and had an hourglass figure. Her ass and boobs we're big, but just big enough to where they didn't look ridiculous, her waist was slim, but just to the point where she didn't look ridiculous, her hips were really curvy, but just to the point where it didn't look ridiculous. She looked perfect, but not artificial. Some women look perfect to point where they aren't attractive, they just look they're bodies were made to be as sexually appealing to the most amount of people, they have the slimmest waists, the curviest hips, the biggest ass, the biggest boobs. She looked unreal and dreamlike in a sense; how could she not be, but he couldn't see her as artificial. She also had small imperfections that made her beautiful in his eyes, she had a small scar, on the backside of her legs, near her right foot. If he were to make her up in his head, he wouldn't had put a scar on the back of her leg, but he liked that about her. The fact that she wasn't some object that God gave to him so he could take it on dates and fuck it, but a real human being, with stories, and a life before he met her, it made her feel more special to him. Even the smallest things, like the shape of her naked shoulders, really made her prettier in his eyes.
By the end of their dinner, they knew they were going to fuck, they could see it in each other's eyes. They way she rubbed his leg on the empty subway car. They were almost in each other's heads. They felt a connection to each other unlike any they'd ever experienced.
Now, with the door to his apartment closed and her standing there, elegantly, he leaned in and kissed her. It was the most intimate kiss any of them had experienced up to that point. They were both exploring each other's mouths, their tongues were lightly caressing each other. Aza slowly moved her hand from his face, to stroking his chest, to lightly grabbing his ass. They were slowly moved towards his bedroom, which was already lit. Aza threw her suit jacket on the floor, still in kiss and euphoria. She laid down on the bed and broke the kiss to take her shirt off. As she took her shirt off, he moved down to take off her dress pants. He stood up to admire her for a second. She laid stretched out on his bed, in black lingerie. He looked at her tits, they were big but not huge, certainly big enough to squeeze and fuck, they were the perfect size. She looked at him and gave him her gorgeous smile.
"I wanted to look pretty for you," she said in her deep feminine voice.
"You certainly are," he answered.
It was an awkward answer, but she didn't seem to care. Frankly he didn't really care either, he knew that getting distracted would make the experience worse. As he was about to go down on his knees. She stopped him.
"Wait, I want to see you naked first," Aza said, with a subtle yet strong confidence in her voice.
He had already taken his shirt off subconsciously, but he began to take off his pants, socks and underwear. His cock was already semi-hard, as he began to lean in and kiss Aza. Aza slightly rose her back, which allowed him to slide his hands behind her and take her bra of. He threw it on the floor and began moving down, kissing her on his way. He kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach, until her was down at her pussy. He smoothly began pulling off her thong, she moved her legs to make it easier for him to pull them off. He threw them on the floor and watched Aza gorgeous pussy for a second.
It didn't have hair on it at all, it was completely shaved, matter of fact she didn't have body hair on her at all. Her outer lips were not small, they were full, they didn't hang though, you could describe her pussy as "fat", although it wouldn't be a just comparison with just how beautiful and perfect her pussy was. She was already semi-wet, not dripping, but certainly horny.
He began kissing above her pussy, looking into her eyes, getting briefly lost in the lust in them. He then moved down and started slowly licking outside of her outer lips, teasing her. He liked teasing her, but he didn't want to tease her to the point of irritation. He licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top, in one tongue movement. She responded with a little gasp of pleasure. He then started sucking and kissing her clit. As he continued Aza's breathing became heavier, and she started to occasionally moan out these groan-like moans, he could clearly hear the pleasure within them.
Aza looked down at him and whispered out loud; "you're so beautiful."
Not only did it make him hornier, but it also made feel him happier and loved. It not only strengthened the lust he felt for her, but the genuine love he felt for her.
The orgasms began to get more intense; the moans became louder and more frequent, she started to arch her back. Then, she would begin to climax, starting with a loud moan. A moan that if they weren't alone, everyone in the apartment would have heard. She continued to moan loudly as she was in an orgasmic high and he continued to eat her out, as to make her orgasms feel even more powerful. Her body even started to shake a little bit. As he slowed down, she began to slowly come down her high.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed.
She smiled towards him and started to laugh a little bit. Seeing her in such joy made him smile too. Their eyes locked, they didn't say a word, but said so much by just looking at each other. He was rock hard, and she was dripping wet. Through that one look they had to told each other that she was going to lay on her back, and they were going to fuck as passionately as they humanly could.
Aza moved to the center of the bed and separated her legs so he could enter. He pointed his cock towards her pussy and pushed it inside. As he looked up, he saw Aza give the horniest look yet, the most lustful eyes with an open mouth, she was complete consumed by her desire please and to be pleased. As he entered, she moaned a bit, not breaking eye contact. Her pussy was pretty tight too, having a strong grip on his cock. He leaned down and started to kiss her. While in kiss he started slowly thrusting, not hard, not fast, slowly. Between their kisses, moans would escape their lips, not as loud as Aza's previous orgasmic high, but high enough for the nonexistent people in his apartment to hear. She began moaning louder but eventually he began moaning louder than her. He started to pick up speed, depth and force. Eventually he rose up and watched her whole body as he fucked her. The feeling then changed; it didn't feel as intimate as romantic. He started to feel more dominant, and Aza started to feel more submissive, more sluty. It wasn't BDSM, I wasn't even porn fucking really, even though that thrust speed was getting there. But the sex got dirtier and rougher, still very passionate, and there was still a lot of love, but it wasn't as lovely. The pleasure didn't stop though.
"Ah yes, fuck me baby!" She commanded, with sexual desperation in her voice.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked, with clear feelings of dominance coming through in his tone.
"I fucking love it!" she answered in a slutty voice.
"I know you could never resist me though," she continued, her voice shaking in pleasure.
Aza was right. Even though he could hold her down, choke her and slap her face, she was still in control. He only fucked her this good because she wanted to get fucked this good. If she said stop, he would stop immediately. He may find the dominance empowering but he was still guided by love. His goal, whether he realized it or not, was to pleasure her.
Her big yet perky tits bounced as he continued to fuck her. He reached his hands down and started squeezing and massaging her boobs. They were beautiful, they were the perfect size for her chest. They were soft, but not saggy, they stood perky. They weren't fake, he hadn't cared before if boobs were fake or not, but Aza's being real made her sexier in his eyes. She was completely sucked in by pleasure. She was moaning and gasping loudly, her mind was drunk on sex. She started to squeeze her own boobs, massaging them like he did, looking straight into his eyes. Aza knew exactly what she was doing, she knew it turned him on, he had lost control of himself, fucking her hard, his only concern being her. Aza was in his head. She moved one of her hands down and started to rub her clit and using her other hand to pinch her nipple. She was enjoying herself; this was easily the best sex she had ever experienced. The sensation of being filled, pounded hard, with his balls slapping her ass, was wonderful. The visual of her man being above her, made her feel submissive, but his desperation, his moans, his orgasms, the love in his eyes made her feel dominant, she was still conscious, despite her hornines. He lacked consciousness, fucking her animalistically, but still had focus on her, and her enjoyment. She fucking loved it, even if she came again, she was confident she could fuck him all night. He was now thrusting at the speed of a pornstar and Aza was driving him crazy, and he knew he was about to cum at any moment. He didn't want to cum just yet, he wanted to fuck her in another position, one in which he could watch or touch her beautiful ass. He started to slow down, still with his cock inside. As he slowed down, Aza looked at him, biting her lip.
"You were about to cum, weren't you?" she asked, breathing heavily.