Paris Nights

Paris Nights (continued)

He slips his thumb into the band of my panties and slides them down, but I'm straddling him so they don't go far. I raise myself off his lap so he can finish the job. He slowly glides the pink lace down over my thighs to my ankles. He lets them fall into his hand. I can tell this arouses him. I leisurely slide the bit of lace over his hand and out of it; his face flushes with stimulation.

Good. I want to seduce him.

I drape the pink lace over his face. He chuckles softly, but I sense the thrill of it zing through his body and tighten his dick more. I wonder if it's painful for him, but he seems to be enjoying it. So I use my panties to trace his face. I go over his jaw, his forehead, his nose. He likes to play, so I figured I'd play. When I finally trace over his lips it's obvious this excites him the most.

With a casual tease I let the panties drop from my hand to rest on his face. He reaches a long, masculine hand up and peels the wet lace down off his face, letting them fall to the floor. He reaches up and kisses me, there's only the slightest hint of my sent on him from our little panty game. I run my hands up his neck and grip his hair as an anchor as I revel in his lips on my mouth. His warmth, the taste of him--earthy, oceany, with a spicy cardamom and soft musk. As his kiss deepens I feel it all the way to my core.

I run my hands up his chest, pressing my palms into his upper chest. I start unbuttoning his shirt--he kisses me deeper, hotter. I pull at the shirt, tugging it down off his shoulders and down his arms. The soft blue shirt lands on the sofa cushion behind him. His excitement heightens and, as I see the soft tangle of hair on his chest, so does mine.

He grasps the back of my neck and pulls me in for another deep kiss, but when my hands rake up his chest and over his nipples, he breaks the kiss with a sound of suction as he throws his head back. He wasn't ready for that.

He recuperates from the surprise of my touch, leaning over and running his tongue up my neck. After trailing his tongue up, then down my neck, he sucks on it. He takes his finger and tugs at my bottom lip, licking it with his hot tongue.

"Give me nasty kisses, babes. I love those nasty kisses." his voice is deepened and lusty, soaked with sex--it goes straight to my mound and makes it throb. I gasp and moan as he licks my tongue.

He smiles with the male satisfaction of pleasing a woman, "Want more, baby?" his husky purr vibrates in my mouth. He lowers his mouth to my breast and takes my nipple into it. As he begins to suckle, I moan in pleasure. The only thing in my mind right now is this. This moment. The suction of his mouth on my nipple and areola delight me; I shove my fingers into his hair, then drag them down the back of his neck. I dig my nails in harder as I run them down into his shoulder blades. He grunts deeply in delight at the feeling of my nails scratching his flesh. He sucks me harder.

Despite his talented sucking, I pull my breast from his mouth, my body wonders why I'm doing this. So does he. I tip his face to look at me. His mouth is moist from sucking, his eyes glassy with desire. I kiss his plump, wet lips.

I want to please him.

I slide down his body, and his eyes follow me with question, anticipation. I kiss the middle of his chest and I feel his heartbeat quicken. When I lick his chest hair he sucks in a deep breath. I smile inwardly.

I'm going to get him. Thank him for this trip to Paris.

I kiss down his chest to his lower torso. I kiss him there, dwelling around his navel. I unbutton his jeans and land soft kisses on the flesh between his stomach and pelvis. His ab muscles quiver and his hips shift.

I sit back and look up into his face. His look is waiting, hungry. I want to satisfy it.

I whisper up to him, "Take your dick out."

The smile spreading over his face is so sexy, I want to take his dick out myself and eat him right that moment. But I wait for him.

Slowly, he unzips his fly and slides his long fingers to the bulge at his groin. He slips his fingers in the opening of his dark grey, low-slung underwear. He pulls his shaft out into the open, letting it be bare in the air. For me.

He's very hard and half erect, I know it won't take much to get him full on. It's gorgeous; he's gorgeous. Velvety smooth and already glistening with a sheen of pre-cum. I smile. He gets wet with arousal so easy, yet he can control it so well.

I admire his dick for a few moments, staring at his girth and length. I gently take him into my hand, so heavy and engorged. He sucks in a breath as I touch him, giving him what he has been waiting for. I tenderly wrap my fingers around his length, then apply firm pressure. He moans and I know I'm doing what he likes.

I pet him until he's so erect he's shifting his hips around on the sofa in pleasure and slight discomfort. His grunts are low, guttural, almost animalist. I'm bringing out the animal in him, and I like that. He's usually such a laid-back, easy-going sort. People would be surprised what an animal he can turn into with just a stroke of my fingers. I run my hand down and up from tip to root, over, and over. I watch him grip the arm of the sofa.

I almost feel like a sadistic sex goddess as I torment him slowly and watch the tips of his fingers dig in the damask of the sofa arm. I begin making small circles with my thumb on his penis' sensitive tip and watch it flush a plum hue. His nails dig deeper into the sofa, his stomach ripples with a gasp. He groans deep in his belly with a guttural pleasure, his head tipping back in tormented ecstasy.

"It's beautiful." I say, my tone soft but resolute. And I mean it. His dick is gorgeous.

The words seem to oscillate through his body, causing his arms and legs to quake. A small ripplet of noise--a groan, a growl, I'm not certain--seethes at the back of his throat. He's eyes follow a lazy line down to mine, they burn with lust and need.

Despite everyone of his muscles being tense with sexual frustration, he shows softness as he reaches his index finger out to brush my cheek, "You handle it so well, love."

I can't help but give my lover a impish grin as I lower my mouth to his groin, taking the tip of his dick in my mouth.