She had this look, a look of wanting more, needing more. I could see the hunger in her eyes. They pierced through me like a well sharpened knife. Her touch was soft as we sat on her sofa. I knew what it was that she wanted and it would be only a matter of time before she took it from me.
She lusted to be touched like no man had touched her before. All her doubts and insecurities would soon be gone with the soft caresses of my hands, gentle kiss of my lips. She longed to hear her name part from my lips.
Her hands began to tremble as they went up my shirt. My stomach jumped as she dragged her pink chrome nails across my pale skin. I bit my bottom lip and she let out this chuckle. Like a hyena ready to devour itsā pray. She pulled my shirt off over my head, exposing my silk black bra, nipples already standing for her attention. With her thumb and forefinger, began to play with my right nipple, kissing my neck while squeezing it. First it was soft, but as my breathing increased so did the squeezing.
I couldnāt handle it anymore. I wanted her, but she refused to let me touch her. I wanted to feel her skin under my hands. Instead I felt her hands reach around my back, unhooking my bra like a locksmith. I watched as she removed it from my body and threw it across the room. My breasts were now bare, no longer able to hide from the predator that hungered to taste them. She kept eye contact with me as she took my 34bs into her mouth. She began to suck on them and I tried not to moan but I couldnāt. With every moan came a bite. With every wince came a suck. I couldnāt believe that I was her first girl. She knew exactly what she was doing.
She then straddled me. Grabbing my neck she kissed me. First soft but as I gave in more and more, she hungered for more and more. I was waiting for her to take me. Feeling her arms around my neck made me yearn for more. I sighed, feeling her breath on my lips. She was teasing them with her tongue. I began to slowly move my hips. Seeing that she liked it, I picked up the pace. I could feel her wetness on me. I watched her counter my movements, gaining control. I tugged at her shirt but she wouldnāt take it off. In a seductive voice she whispered, āI am here to break you.ā Then I knew. I was her puppet. She was going to make me move in ways I had never moved before, moan louder than I ever thought possible, cum harder and harder over and over till my body spasm or I passed out.
She got up and led me to the bedroom. She looked like a little temptress and I was all hers. On the verge of cuming just by her look. We walked holding hands into her room. Shutting the door she slammed me into the wall. There was a look of fire in her eyes. She knelt down before me, keeping staring into my eyes as she unbuttoned my jeans. They dropped to the floor exposing my barrel of monkeyās underwear. I saw this sly smile come across her face as she pulled them off. I may not act like I was 19 but my underwear sure showed it.