We walk into your room, the events of the day unfolded in dramatic fashion and we both need an outlet. Without warning I pin you to the wall, my hand caressing your throat. " so delicate", I whisper, my mouth inches from your ear, the sweet sound making your temperature sore and your cheeks flush. I kiss along your neck and along your jawline and you moan like I've just sunk my fingers into you " fuck me sweetheart, keep that up and you'll drive me crazy". You chuckle lightly at that, knowing the hold you and your body have over me, knowing I'd do anything to please you...
I begin stripping off your clothes, kissing every part of you I touch like an addict would touch a drug: possessive, demanding.
I rip your leggings of and kneel in front of you, " your wearing the panties I bought you" I croak, barely able to choke out the words as I take in the art in front of me. MINE. ALL FUCKING MINE. I push you onto the bed and strip off myself, rushing to get everything off and get to you.
I collapse onto the bed and crawl on top of you, kissing you, tasting you as I make my way down your body, savouring every last bit. I get to your panties and look back up at you; cheeks flushed and breathing unsteady, I slide your panties off and sink down between your legs, inhaling the sweet scent emanating from your pussy, I let out a slight sigh before plunging my tongue into you, making you arch in pleasure. Your thighs crash together, denying me access to what I want, what I need. " don't do that again darlin", I warned, my voice heavy with lust, eyes darkening " do it again and I'll edge you to the brink of blacking out, I'll stop when I'm fucking good and ready to". My head sinks back down and I nip at your clit, the ravaging restarting, consumed by lust and the need to please my girl.
You gasp as I thrust my fingers into you, the onslaught proving too much as you thrust your hands into my hair and yank. A growl rumbles out from below, the vibration sending your pussy into overdrive. The yank on my hair turns into a grasp as you rock your hips into my face, grinding against my tongue. " that's it my little butterfly, fucking use me, in this moment I am nothing more than an object, merely existing to bring you pleasure".
You're growing tired but you're close; knees trembling, hips slowing down but the moans just get louder and louder, on the brink of coming undone all over my fucking face. Your hips speed up and your pussy crashes over my tongue like waves against a cliff face: furious, raging, merciless. Suddenly you explode, a cacophony of sensations all combined into one monumental orgasm. Your hips become erratic, jerky as waves of pleasure crash down on you. You fall back into the chair, exhausted and overwhelmed, I stand and chuckle darkly, " oh you think that was it, well I gotta tell you sweetheart, i ain't done with you, not for a long while yet.
