my bra. It falls to my waist, along with the top part of the dress. He growls as he sucks, taking big, greedy mouthfuls of my breasts.
My nerves tingle with anticipation, causing my heart to dance out of my ribcage. It falls somewhere between my legs, the thumping and throbbing like a drumbeat signalling a mating call.
I cry out in surprise when he stands up with me hanging onto him like a limp doll, my legs hooked around his waist. But he sets me down, then turns me around, so that my back presses into his hardness. Before I can catch a breath, he pulls my dress down, over my hips. I barely register that the soft fabric is around my ankles when his lips trail around my lower back. His fingers make light work of my panties which also end up around my ankles.
I shiver with excitement, my knees in danger of buckling, as wanton heat courses through me. He lifts my leg, planting my foot onto the couch, his hand falling between my legs, and his fingers teasing, playing, stroking. Pleasure pumps through me as he licks the skin between my shoulder blades. His tattoo fetish makes my lips curl, and then he steps away. It’s only when his hard as steel erection pokes me from behind, that I realize he's completely naked. He slides, and slips and teases his cock around my back, as his fingers grab my breasts and pinch my nipples. My heart bottoms out when he tells me he loves my body, and that he loves my tattoos, and then he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me. How hard he wants to fuck me.
“Then do it.” It’s a voice I don’t recognize as mine. I am possessed by a need so feral, a desire so base that I can barely control my mouth.
He pokes his hot, hard member between my cheeks, making me instinctively push back, needing him inside me, but he moves it away each time I try.
We are a tangle of roaming hands, soaked desire, greedy lust. Searching, prodding, stroking; all the things we so desperately wanted to do before but never had the privacy or permission to fully do. Desperate, I reach back and grasp him, eliciting an involuntary gasp of shock as his length and girth shock me.
“Fuck,” he groans as I stroke him softly, then he turns me around and guides me onto the couch.
I lie, legs akimbo, watching him fiddle with a condom. I study his wide shoulders, all the more for me to hold onto, then I stare like a two-bit hussy at his engorged cock, all the more to pleasure me with.
“Here?” I express surprise, because I want a whole bed to romp around with him on. I want to fall into bed with him and never leave. His gaze travels south, rests on the wet space between my legs. He bites his lower lip, lust pooling in his eyes as his gaze soaks in every inch of my heated skin. I lift a leg, carelessly, shamelessly resting it against the backrest, opening for him.
“Fuck,” he pants.
I can wait no longer, frustration wars with desperation as our greedy eyes lock and hold.
My insides knot up in a tangled ball of frenzy, the longer he stands there, licking his lower lip, eyeing me as if he's unsure, the more I burn for him.
And then a thought, as random as a stray bullet slices through me. Doesn’t he want me? Anxiety slays my chest and, open and vulnerable like this, naked and ready, I start to doubt. But then he leans forward, a smile spreading on his lips, and I close my eyes, waiting, waiting, waiting. Instead he heaves me up by the wrists, lifting me easily. I’m feather light as he carries me, up the stairs. I nestle my face in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent.
He pushes a door open, then uses my body to shut it. I slide down him and over his shoulder see the biggest bed I have ever set my eyes on. He sucks my lower lip, before his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, the promise inherent in the way he claims me. We kiss as if this is the first and last time. I press against him, my hands clawing at his buttocks. I'm wild with need, hungry for him, and irritated by his dogged refusal to do the deed.
He has an effect on me.