Hunger
I have a hunger and you are the menu.
I push you back on to the table, no time for the bed, I need to feel you beneath me now.
I push your hands over your head and tell you to hold them there. No matter what, you are to hold them there. I know you will keep them in place, no matter how much you want to move.
I push your skirt up, first over your knees and then all the way up to expose your thighs. I can see how wet you are, your knickers are already soaked, thighs coated with a sheen of lust.
I take hold of those delicate, expensive, black lace knickers and I rip them from you.
Your body tenses beneath me, I can almost hear your mind churn, cursing me under your breath. I’m sure they were very expensive. They tore like expensive lingerie. Cheap ones never feel the same as they rip and shred.
But you stay quiet and still, your hands remain clasped above your head. Although I notice, with a wry grin, how tightly intertwined your fingers are now, flesh squeezed white, as you restrain your desire to strike out.
I pause for a moment, watching you and I’m satisfied with the effect. Your chest is rising and falling more quickly now. Your senses elevated. Your cunt, glistening brightly in the half light of the dinning room. I watch as you let your thighs slowly slide open a little more. The fine fleshy petals of your cunt peel open in front of me, tempting me, calling me.
I run my hands slowly along your thighs, fingernails catching the fine nylon of your stockings. A tiny hiss from you, my reward as I finally find the flesh set just above the stocking tops.
And then a satisfying yelp as I grasp your thighs tight and pull you to the edge of the table, spreading your legs wider still as I do.
A fast deep bite and I take you inside my mouth, the wet flesh sharp and beautifully soft. I hold there for a moment and push harder against you. My tongue drives inside those soft folds as my fingers dig in to the soft flesh of your thighs.
I bite again and you react with a satisfying groan as I suck you further inside my mouth. I close my eyes and let your taste flow over me. I run my tongue across the soft flesh, savouring the feel of each fold, each twist and turn the runs beneath my tongue.
As I run along those folds, I reach the hard button hidden away and I roll the tip of my tongue around and over it. You buck in reaction and I press down harder still, my hands pushing against your rising hips.
As my fingers tighten, clamping you in place, I let my tongue rove across the wet flesh unhindered. Long slow laps with the flat of my tongue, mixed with short sharp darts of the tip. Relentless now, the pressure builds, pushing down more and more across the whole of your cunt. You push back, hips shifting beneath me, fighting me, writhing as I continue to twist around the tight button of your clit.
I sense you getting close and I slide a hand down, running nails across your skin, signalling my intention. I don’t wait. There is no sensitivity on my part. I want to you to feel this, to take full note of the change in pace and tempo. I push two fingers fast and hard inside you, curling as they enter and push up hard against the inside of your cunt. I run my finger hard up against the spot I know I’m looking for and you reward me with a shudder that shatters across your body.
With that quake across your body, I push down hard and fast. Mouth and fingers working together now, my hand pumping back and for their, rolling the tips of the fingers to stroke inside your cunt, while my mouth mimics the twists inside you.
Everything builds to this point, your hips rise, your voice cries out as you clamp down around my fingers. And finally, with that first shot of orgasam through your body, your hands finally move and you clamp down against my head. Your fingers entwine around my hair and force me down further. I am a hungry man and I lift your hips towards me, taking everything you can offer, my fingers buried deep inside pressing harshly against your yielding flesh.
I don’t relent, even as the aftershocks rock across you, I keep a slow steady beat of fingers and tongue against you. Each movement forcing an additional shudder, another groan from you. I play for a moment, teasing out a whimper for each lick and suck against the tender wet folds. Finally I relent, letting my fingers slowly slip from you.
I leave you with a final kiss, deep inside you, my final taste before I pull away. Your hands slide from my hair, caress my cheek for a moment and then drop away.
I turn and smile at your friend in the corner of the room. She slowly uncoils from her vantage point, her hands slipping away from her thighs. I walk across to her, take her hand and lift her to her feet. I slip a finger inside my mouth, tasting her need. The scent is subtly different from you. Sliding my hand behind her head I pull her to me, kissing her, my tongue exploring her mouth for a moment as it had your cunt.
I left her taste you on me, our slow kiss mingling all the aromas within the room, the smokey lust wafting between us. I take a moment, enjoying the new textures and tastes, letting the differences engulf my senses for a moment. And then I tighten my grip, pull tighter against her hair and pull her away, a final kiss before I let her go.
“Your turn” I whisper “Show me” and I take her hand and lead her across the room.
You shift on the table, you know what is coming. Your legs slide open once more.
Words by The Dirty Romantic
