There was little preamble before he firmly placed my hands against my bedroom wall. I held still, my head inclined gently to the side, watching him as he looked me over. I smiled, knowing he was trying to decide where to touch first. I arched my back and gave my ass a slow back and forth swivel. His hands took the bait and reached for my hips. My breath came out in a hiss when his smooth fingers made contact.
He was not rough with me. I failed the test and my hand slid away from the wall, reaching behind me to feel the bulge in his jeans. He said nothing, just firmly, decisively put my hand back in place.
He touched wherever his fingers roamed from the swell of my breast to the curve of my hips. He filled his palms with my breasts, breathing into my ear how much he loved the weight of them in his hands. My reply was a throaty laugh as my ass drew circles against his crotch. I could feel my hunger growing.
He satisfied his need to touch, hands spreading my now-bare ass cheeks tracing the line to my slick entry.
It was time.
He drew me to the bed, lay me down and straddled me, reaching for the massage oil he had requested I set out by the bed. He started smoothing the muscles of my back in long strokes. I sighed as I felt my body relax, strung between the delicious tension of sexual arousal and relaxation. His fingers traced the edge of ass cheek down to my pussy and I gasped when he flicked across my clit.
Instantly the beast was awake. I spread my thighs, raised my hips up hungrily to his touch. He slid his fingers back and forth before stroking over my clit again; using the moisture seeping out of me spreading it like honey from clit to ass. I breathed a sigh that turned to a moan as his fingers traced my ass. “Inside me,” I groaned, raising my hips up and pushing my knees farther apart. “I need you inside me.”
He complied and thrust two long fingers into my hot tunnel. We both groaned then. I reached for his cock, my fingers nearly frantic. He lay down beside me and offered me his cock. I waited a beat, my eyes never leaving his as I licked the salty moisture from his tip and engulfed him in one, smooth motion. His head fell back and his hands gripped my head. I could feel his hips lifting off the bed, thrusting hungrily up into my throat as his hands pressed down. I understood the message. He wanted it deep and I gave it.
I felt his thick cum hit the back of my throat and tried to swallow but he wasn’t done. He thrust his head ever deeper into the back of my throat, gagging me and pouring another surge of semen down my throat. I almost laughed at the quiet brutality of his orgasm. I could feel him shuddering in my mouth.
He sighed contentedly, stroking my hair for a moment before pushing me back down on my tummy, reaching again for my still-soaking and ever hungry pussy. His fingers entered me swiftly, finding my spot with minimal effort and I felt the waves of pleasure flow over me as he began to slide his fingers in and out. His thumb swirled across my clit and my hips arched up. He took advantage of the view and told me how hot it was seeing my ass clenching with pleasure as his fingers disappeared into the wetness below. My body was craving him and I came swiftly. Too swiftly for his taste.
He turned me over, cupping my sex and rubbing it with his palm, lips lapping at my nipples before the nipping of his teeth began. He pulled his hand away from me and brought it down in a sharp motion. I gasped as his palm slapped against my pussy. “Spread yourself.” His low voice intoned. I reached down with my hands, opening my full lips and exposing my tender clit to his touch.
Slap. Jump. Slap. Twitch. Slap. Moan. Slap.
The sounds of my wetness grew and I could see my juice glistening against his palm. My breath was coming short and hard, my back arched up hips meeting his palm with each slap.
“Fuck me, please!” I could stand it no longer. Blindly I grabbed his hand after a final, surprisingly hard slap, and thrust his fingers into me. I refused to relinquish my grip on his hand and I held him tight, shoving his fingers into my pussy and fucking myself with his hand.
He laughed out loud at my hunger, the sounds of his deep laugh lost in the din as my orgasm crested like a killer wave, flooding us both, soaking the duvet in saline. My pussy gripped him tight and I thrust a few more times, making sure every ounce of sensation was drawn from the orgasm before bringing his hand to my mouth. I sucked at his fingers, happy, breathless and utterly thrilled.
Next time, he tells me he will bury his cock inside me.
I can hardly wait.