"Lia, please. It's been almost a month. You're not the only one that needs this." Her moist breath trickled over my neck and ears and goosebumps formed all the way down my back, increasing its sensitivity to the agonizing contact her body was making with mine. Her hands squeezed my hips, "Amelia,". I froze at her use of my full name, the supplication in her tone completely disarming me. "Amelia, please. I need you. I can't take it anymore, please. I need you so badly, you've made me need you and I fucking hate you for that but I can't help it." I was still frozen as the sincerity and barefaced yearning of her voice flowed through me. Then her hands were under my shirt, my mind wracked with anticipation. "Please Amelia. Please!" she whispered breathlessly as her taunting fingernails razed a path down the length of my back. My own fingernails scraped against the paint of the flimsy wooden door and my core quaked with desire, obliterating any command I had left over the lust-driven demon that exploded into my skin.
I whipped around in her arms and bent my knees enough for me to wrap my arms around her legs and hoist her up. Her legs folded around my hips and she held onto my shirt which was bunched in her fists on my shoulders. Doing a three feet semi circle I turned and slammed her body into the mirror of my dresser, the collision caused whatever bottles were standing to tumble and roll from the surface to give us our space. My left hand swept across the dresser and the air around us suddenly littered with sheets of paper, my right hand was on her thigh holding her up. Our eyes were locked and the dazed look in her eyes fuelled the animal inhabiting my flesh.
Releasing my grip on her she fell onto the dresser with a grunt, her fists still clung to my shirt. I pulled away from her and grabbed at the top of her hot pants, hardly giving her any time to lift herself enough for the blue cotton so slide smoothly from her glorious legs. I flung the underwear away and my left hand seized a handful of her blonde tresses and yanked firmly, angling her head to the left and exposing the tender flesh of her neck. My right hand proceeded to violate her depths without preparing the decadent folds for invasion, only to find a smouldering, wet welcome. When my index and middle fingers plunged into her, she screamed and pulled on my T-shirt. My body was sent flying towards her and she took hold of me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other clawing into my back. My lips fell upon her neck and devoured the salty skin in a flourish of lip, tongue and teeth caresses.
"Oh god, yes Lia. Oh god yes!" She whimpered as my fingers thrust deeply and hard into her velvet pussy, my fingers crooked to rub against her g-spot. Her nails sunk deeper into my skin with each increase in tempo. The hand in my hair tugged painfully at it when my lips sucked intensely on her pulse point. She was panting in my ear, her hips began to thrust to meet my fingers and with every stroke the dresser banged against the wall. My sex was throbbing by the time her pussy began to tighten around my fingers. Too soon. It was happening too soon. I slowed my hand and pulled back slightly.
"Oh god, don't you fucking dare. Fuck me Lia!" Her right hand abandoned my hair and reached between us and, grasping my wrist, began to thrust my fingers into her. My head spun at the eroticism of her lustful action. I lost myself watching her fuck her swollen pussy with my fingers. The animal reared itself again and my aggression was drawn from its vault. My left hand pulled the thin straps of her shirt until they snapped and pulled her shirt below her breasts. The perfect globes bounced at their release from captivity. They were magnificent, firm and full with the most superb light brown nipples and areolas that could not have extended more than a quarter of an inch in radius from the tantalizing peaks. Before she could protest I lowered my lips to greedily feast on the delight I had never been permitted to taste. I pushed my face into her left breast, taking the nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. When my lips closed around and nipple and I sucked firmly, both of her hands grasped my hair and pulled my head further into the supple tissue of her breast.
"Oh god Lia, please. Please make me come." She begged, her voice drenched with desperation as though she were about to cry. My mind responded with 'Fuck patience!' and fuelled my hand like nitrous oxide to the engine of a performance car. My Fingers bent further and I pounded them into the front wall of her vagina, lifting her from the varnished wood surface.
"Oh fuck yes, just like that. Ah fuck yes Lia!" She sputtered in breathless tones. Her eyes watched me as I pulled an erect nipple between my teeth and rolled it between them while my other hand imitated the ministration to the neglected counterpart. Her nails scoured my shoulders as she drew her nails into fists, clutching my shirt and pulling on it so hard that the seams cut into my underarms. "Oh god Lia, just like that. Look at me. Please look at me." She begged, her voice rising higher in tone. My eyes glued themselves to her glazed-over pools of yearning. The moment our eyes connected her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened wide, allowing small grunts to escape. Her body went rigid and her legs shook at my sides. I sucked sharply on the nipple between my teeth and fucked her so hard that the legs of the dresser began to creak and moan with the strain being inflicted on it. Her orgasm hit with a deafening scream shot in my direction and her pussy forcefully pushed my fingers from its sanctified embrace and covered my lower stomach with its life saving nectar. It wasn't until my fingers began to flash across her inflamed clit that her eyes left mine. Her fingers released my shirt only to replace their vice-grip on the skin of my back and used it to pull my body upwards until my face was nestled in her neck as her hips jutted up and down against my fingers, spraying what remained of her juices in every direction.
When her brutalized pearl could take no more, she wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed so tightly that my hand was locked in place. She panted heavily as she held me, her body twitching as though being touched repeatedly by a shock-ring used by practical jokers. My head rested on her heaving shoulder as I summoned every trace of patience, as though from the objects around me, to allow her a moment to recover.
To my astonishment, she apparently didn't need a moment. Her right hand found its way to my neck and her fingers closed around my throat, applying enough pressure to the sides to reduce the amount of oxygen flowing to my brain. My eyes burned once more as she used this hold to push me backwards enough for her to lower herself off the dresser and it trembled at her departure. Her gaze fixed on me, she manoeuvred my powerless carcass backwards until my legs hit the foot of the bed. Once I was where she wanted me to be she released my throat and both hands shoved my shoulders, propelling me onto the mattress. No sooner than I had landed, she pounced onto the bed and straddled my hips again. She grabbed my wrists and paused, looking into my eyes and making me question what I thought she was about to do. A questioning she reinforced when she pinned my arms to the bed but this time positioning them directly above my shoulders so that my elbows were pointing to opposite sides of the bed.
She firmly trapped my hands and flashed a disconcertingly smug smile at the powerless shape below her. Her knees then pressed into the mattress as she shifted her weight onto them, lifting her off my pelvis. She began to slowly shuffle up my body until her shins replaced her hands, jamming my hands to the soft sheets. Her knees spread wide across the mattress and she lowered her cum-covered pussy onto my face. Oh god, that smell. My mind was reeling. She managed to slide herself gently over my lips, spreading her ambrosia over the willing victims.
My tongue slid between my heaven-coated lips in search of more of the forbidden flavour. As I made contact with her slick folds, the expanse of her chest rose with a sharp intake of air. My tongue moved back and forth and covered itself in the tangy sweetness only given to the worshippers of this alter. I paused to pull her full labia between my lips and sucked firmly on them which caused the lust-consumed blonde to moan deeply in her throat. My tongue resumed its dalliance with the silken inner folds of her pussy, relishing the unique smoothness only found between the clit and the opening to her alluring depths. I toyed at her opening, tricking her into relaxing the post-orgasmic tension the muscles held and allowing me entrance. My tongue slid as far into her as it could, farther than usual thanks to the position, and caressed her most sacred walls. Her hands landed on her thighs and gripped them harshly as I swirled my tongue in circles and darted in and out of her. Her hips began to roll in time with my tongue, her breathing getting louder and quicker.
I opened my mouth wider, my top lip grazing her sensitive pearl before my tongue followed it and delivered a strong lick over it. I pointed my tongue and placed a few rapid flicks against the nub. Her back arched as her neck bent backwards. The curve of her body was a sun-kissed path which melded into a valley running between two heavenly peaks, begging to be explored. I wished she hadn't immobilised my hands and wondered if it was some sort of strategy on her part. Was it meant to deprive me of filling all of my senses with her or was it a form of protection from my now unhinged lust? The thought tempered me. I stopped everything, breathing included apparently, as I looked up wanting her to look at me and expecting her to be scared and hurt. Oh god, does she really need to be protected from me? Look at me! The pressure building in my oxygen-deprived lungs was now accompanied by the pressure building in my tear ducts. It seemed to take forever for her to look at me.
Her dark eyes fell to meet mine. For the first time in my life I doubted my ability to read the look in someone's eyes. Was it fear? Was it need? Was there anything? Her expression changed to a blank one.
