He loves the feel of her skin beneath his hands as it was more than he had images. Still impeccably dressed for a day in the office, his cock had stiffened at the sight of her, tenting his silk boxers and trousers as it sought a way out. Yes, away out and into her, that beautiful mouth, the lips lush and plump. Her deep red made him imagine how they would look with her lips wrapped around his cock as he fucks her face. Being so lost in his imagination, he was shocked when the present smacked him in the face. A large breast with a nipple the color of milk chocolate hit his face. Jumping in response, he moves to tighten his grip on the warm, soft beauty before sucking the nipple of the attacking breast into his mouth. The scent of her skin enhanced its warm and sweet taste. Sucking at the responsive flesh sent his hands grabbing at any warm flesh they came in contact with, teasing and seeking a claim. Among massaging, pinching, and squeezing the soft, scented flesh was the desire feeding the moans, whispers, and chanting of his name from sexy lips. Suddenly the nipple was removed from his mouth with a pop as the body it belonged to stepped away.
"It's time," she said, her voice like her body soft and sexy.
"Damn," he said in frustration.
"No, it's time, and I must redress," she said with a warm smile that added more precum wetness to his boxers.
He watched as she picked up her clothes and walked toward the bathroom with a sex sway of her bare plump ass, noticing her thighs glistened with what they had started. Looking at the slit between the cheeks had him wish for more time to explore that slit and the others. No matter, there would be later, and they both would be naked.
It was late in the evening when he could be with the woman who had danced naked through his thoughts all day. While his mind fought hard to keep his mind on work, his body gave him a hard-on that only went down when he took time during lunch to jerk off. He came spraying the toilet seat but getting most of his release in the toilet. It wasn't enough, but it allowed him to finish the day with some control. Now the day was over, and he drove like a maniac to his house, where he knew she would be waiting. Having gotten off work earlier, she had texted him, asking what he would like for dinner. He had to side her. LOL was the response, followed by the statement from her... (they) were for dessert. He then told her to surprise him and that he was almost there. He was fighting the desire to strip off his clothes and take her where he found her as he walked into his house. It was so horny and lust-filled that he hadn't noticed the wonderful scent of food and the caressing sounds of music that greeted him.
"Oh, you here? Come to the table dinner is ready.", she said as if nothing was wrong or odd about anything.
He had walked into the kitchen to find her wearing only a frilly apron that barely covered her breasts but was long and short enough to hint that what was underneath was bare. It was when she turned around and showed him her naked ass that he lost what control he had left and was on her seconds later. With her in his arms, his mouth sought to consume hers.
"I'm hungry, but it's not for food. You've been on my mind all day, causing my body to seek relief when and where it could. Now I want to feed the desires you have created in me. I want fuck your body while my words do the same to your mind," he whispered shakenly in deep desire against her lips and then set off to rain kisses on the right side of her face and neck.
She was shivering against him in response to his words acknowledging that that dinner would be later, if at all. His need to feed his need for her body was all he wanted for food. He wanted to fuck her into the bed, having her scream his name between praising and moaning. The final act is to surrender to his needs and desire when, where and how he wants. She was so down for all of that!
Turning off the stove and quickly covering the food, he carried her to his bed. He uses the straps attached to his bed frame to secure her to the bed. He stood there for a few moments admiring the vision that spread eagle on her back. The cream sheets of his bed accented the dark and light of her. He could smell the scent of her sex, and it made his mouth water and his cock demand to do something more than look. Heading for the shower to wash off the day's activities, he quickly dried his shoulder-length black hair before drying off his body as he walked back into the bed and her. He stood there looking down at the woman who seemed asleep, but he knew she wasn't. Knowing her, the woman was meditating, looking down at her breast's nipples taunt, and further down, her lightly hair-covered pussy was swollen and moistened. Bending down, he could smell the scent of her sex, heated by her desire. He patted and stroked her pussy mound like a live kitten. The thought made him laugh and smile as he slid one finger between the wet folds in search of her nub. He was greeted with a damp, fragrant, and inviting heat, but her reaction to his intrusion turned him on even more. She shivered and moaned before spreading her legs wide, the gesture asking him to explore with more than just a finger.
"Please...please," she said, begging between moans, her brown skin glistening with sweat and heat radiating a need that only he could sate, but not yet. He wanted to explore a bit more and did so, spreading kisses and nips down her thighs. Before placing the most intimate of kisses on her nub and sealing it with a lick. She screams his name as her body shakes, then stiffens and the area around her pussy becomes drenched with her release. Learning to taste, he stopped knowing it would be impossible to stop once he started. Besides, he wanted to punish her for taking over his thoughts when he should have focused on other things. She had reduced him to a horny dick-control teenager shoving the much in control of his world man that he was, and this was something he couldn't allow. She must pay for that as he got his fill and more.
Skin to skin, he slid up her body, claiming the mouth that had been screaming but was now chanting his name. Her eyes open wide and wild, her breasts rising and falling as if she had just run a race.
"PLEASE," she begs with her swollen lips and desirous eyes. The scent of sexual need drifted off her like the most excellent perfume in the world, pulling him in to give her what she desired, but not yet. Captured her mouth kissing, not knowing that the kiss would be the connection that would send them both over the edge into more. It was too late when he realized it, and he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to, as he was lost in her. Deep in her pussy, fighting for the last shred of his control not to fall further, he started to slow his plugging into her tight wet pussy. As well as tuning out her pleas for more and the feel of her soft hot damp body underneath him. But then her pussy started squeezing his cock so hard that he felt his eyes crossed for a second. After feeling something in him give, he started pounding into her tight wet, throbbing hole with new vigor. Hi, actions were animalistic, with no other thought than to make them one. Moving her legs up onto his shoulders, he drove home his need with the heat, sweat, and lust fueling the fire.
Not to be outdone or maybe to hold on, she put her mouth on the base of his neck and bit down. With her hands alternating from gripping my arms, her nails weren't raking my back and ass cheeks, and she rose to meet my every thrust. As our bodies came together in a brutal, sensual meeting, we ended up off the bed and on the floor, still fucking as if our lives depended upon it. There would be bruises, among other things, when we finished, but we were just getting started.
She came first, screaming, biting, and raking her nails across my flesh—all the while crying my name with tears running down her face to mix with our sweat. He knew his body was still pounding hers as if he were trying to consume her. Then she opened her eyes and looked into his; for a moment, time froze. There will never be words to explain the feelings of that moment that ended with them coming until there was nothing more to give.
It has been a month, and there isn't a day that I don't think of her. My need for her is almost more than I can handle, but I do. I want her and damn her almost all in the same breath, knowing that she was a gift, a treasure one may find in a lifetime but cannot keep. At that moment, I had her, and she was mine.