Taking advantage of her momentary solitude, she heads to the mirror. The reflective glass frames a rising blush on the creamy cheeks at the base of her arching back. Lightly stroking the newly tender skin, her fingers find the just visible outline of his hand as a small smile forms on her lips.
Author: Cheeky Minx
Once she straddles his thighs, he relinquishes all control. Her hand slides down his neck resting at the nape, drawing him in to her heated breath as she begins to tease herself with his thick and almost painfully swollen cock.
Rising up over him, she opens her plump lips to accept his glistening head. And here she pauses. Looking him squarely in the eyes and covering his groaning mouth, she lowers and squeezes her little wet cunt until she has swallowed him up.
He moves up silently behind her, his presence at first a suggestion rather than a certainty.
She closes her eyes and excitedly exhales in anticipation of his touch. One finger languidly traces the strip of her freshly showered skin peeking out from between her girlish pink knickers and lilac tank.
Legs now invitingly parted, she stands eagerly awaiting the next touch.
When she least expects it that same finger hooks and twists itself so tightly into the right side of the waistband her sensitive clit begins to purr.
Standing there, I see him gradually being overtaken by it. I can see it, feel it, crawling through his flesh, rising up to his skin. I can smell it coming off his body.
Suddenly against me, he tries to explain. This is what he has become, he whispers closely, fingertips grazing my neck. This is what he has become against his will, against the reasoning part of his mind. There is nothing but the hunger, the desire, the need.
It is a need, he says gently leaning me into the wall with his overwhelming frame. It is a need and not a want or a wish or a whim that might be pushed down or away. It cannot, will not, be replaced or displaced.
It will not leave him, it will not leave him be. The need transforms, changes, alters beyond all recognition, his mouth murmurs, the tempting weight of his body pressed firmly into mine. As evidentiary proof he places my hand on his rapidly beating chest, carefully guiding it down his stomach to the growing swell below. Pulsing through the fabric prison, he is, at once, hunter and prey, willing victim and rebellious target, give and take.
And how he wants to give and take, he tells me, thumb tracing over my moist and parted lips. Give and take, take and give, now easing my willing legs apart with his own. Take, take, take, his tongue exploring me, consuming me. Give, give, give, grinding his hips slowly, rhythmically.
I need to feel, he breathes hoarsely, my small breasts engulfed by inquisitive hands. Running his generous hardness along my aching sex, he shows me the need to feel the flesh and heat of another.
Softness and wetness urge him on as his hands coil round my creamy thighs to cup a plump and eager mons. My softness, my wetness are his needs. I oblige on both counts as his fingers lightly dance along the sheen and gracefully work their way in.
I need to feel and smell and taste you with everything I am. Breathing hard, our pleasure winding, building, I set him free. Fingers circle his swollen glistening head before my hand works his throbbing length. Urgent teeth rip through foil, his rigid cock swiftly encased in a shiny rubber sheath.
As we stand there against the wall, pressed into each other, needing more, needing it all, I finally break. Now breathing, spoken, embodied, it overpowers me. It reaches out of me, for me. For him. I need you, I need you, I need you inside me, it makes me beg, plead, moan.
Hungrily, I slide my juices along his erect shaft placing him at my slick entry. Greedily, he feeds his thickness into my tight wet cunt as we groan simultaneously.
But before we begin, before we begin moving, thrusting, slapping, fucking, moaning, gasping, grunting, screaming, before we ravenously paw at each other’s flesh forcing in more, more, more, before I demand he fucks me harder, harder, fuck me harder, before we can barely hold ourselves back waiting to hear the sweet cries of come for me, come for me, come all over me, come inside me, before we call out to one another when we finally break, before the voracious beginning and the sated end, we stand perfectly silent and still.
We stand joined together against the wall clutching, throbbing, vibrating, seeing each other, seeing into each other, breathing in one another, breathing as one, skin on skin, skin becoming skin. We stand joined together in a primal, awakening rush.
We stand merged together finally understanding the force of this need. And at this moment it is the only thing that truly matters.
The table has been laid for a different form of dining. One lone setting has been placed at the head of the long table where he sits awaiting her arrival in the room’s warm glow.
She announces her presence with the glide of the door over the plush rug. He breathes in sharply as his gaze roams over her fair form. On this night she is dressed in little else than an ivory lace balconette bra and matching lace topped stockings.
Upon her in a matter of a few strides, eyes bright and hungry, he scoops her up and walks her over to the table, delicately placing her naked bottom onto a red velvet cushion. Weaving one hand through her locks while the other sweeps along her curves to the small of her back, he overwhelms her eager mouth with his passionate kiss.
Taking his place, he lays her out and begins to trace lazy circles inside her thighs. Edging closer to fully receive the sweet scent, his lips lightly brush her plump sex. Unable to resist any longer, he dots the slick excited flesh with a series of soft butterfly kisses as a throaty moan emerges from deep within her slight body.
Smiling wickedly in the knowledge this is the first of many courses, he lowers his greedy mouth and luxuriates in the pure indulgence of her creamy feast.
Time shifts, space bends, sound drains away. Suspended in slow motion, their each step an open possibility.
Shameless lust, unconcealed desire. Fixed, dilated stares, small, flirtatious smiles. Brazenly undressing one another as they brush by.
Horn blares, moment shattered. Lost in an instant, both swallowed up by the city crowd.
Bundled in his arms as the light faded low, he sang to me. Softly, sensuously.
Soon after he sang into me, breathing the lyrics into my skin, humming the tune into my flesh, as his lips trailed down, down, down my fair body.
Grasping her ankles, he pulls her toward him at the foot of the bed. He opens her wide, positioning each leg on the periphery and runs his hands insistently along their length.
Arms wound tightly round her hips and bottom, he plunges himself into her wetness in one deliciously selfish stroke.
As he growls then whispers the lyrics, she marvels how he could so accurately read the life of a woman a world away from his own.
Smiling through her tears she doubts if any other man will ever be able to do the same from up close.
It came as something of a surprise after his tender, sensual kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of my mouth before languidly devouring me. I stood swaying, eyes shut, body tingling, begging for more, as he broke away and momentarily left the room.
Finally opening my eyes I saw him standing before me, blade in hand, a wry smile playing on his lips. Breath quickening, nipples erect, a new surge flooded my already blushing cunt.
Stepping forward he raised a finger to his lips silencing my unspoken words. Running the handle carefully down my cheek, neck and collarbone, he pulled me in to kiss him once more.
Poised at the top of my dress, the light reflected off the cutting edge. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the darkness and the exquisite sounds of destruction.
Stitch by stitch, tear by tear, a destruction that would leave me bare, open and ready to bend to his will.