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 its’ 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t. With every moan came a bite. With every wince came a suck. I couldn’t believe that I was her first girl. She knew exactly what she was doing.