Want You Back - River Laurent Page 0,3

interested in her surroundings. As soon as she shut the front door, I took her hand and gently tugged her towards me. She was petite and I was hard for her.

The women I usually gravitated towards were a different breed from Charlotte. They were tougher, less sweet. They understood that it was going to be sex and nothing else. With Charlotte I would have to be gentle.

She came in a small but voluptuous package. The moment she removed her coat in the cocktail bar, a dark hunger for her had consumed me. For the period we’d been in the bar, all I had thought about was what it would feel like to cup her full breasts and flick my tongue over her nipples and hear her moan and beg for more.

She walked into my arms as naturally as though she had been doing it for years. She placed her delicate looking hands on my chest and parted her lips.

With a groan, I swooped down and crashed her lips with mine, forgetting the promise to myself to be gentle. There was no hesitation and no teasing around. The kiss deepened from the moment our lips touched. Our tongues swirled together creating beautiful music.

My erection pushed against her belly, and for the first time in my life I worried about the size of my cock. I was a big guy and my cock was, well, big. She was so small, what if she was not able to take it all. But already my body was bursting with need. A need to see her naked and kiss every bit of her skin came over me.

“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

Both our breaths came out fast and rugged, as if we had been running for hours. In answer, she took my hand and led me down a small hallway and through a door. The window was curtainless, flooding the room with moonlight.

She made as though to turn on the light.

“Leave it,” I ordered, I wanted to see her in the moonlight. Like some kind of goddess. “Take off your clothes.”

Wordlessly, she did as I asked. Never taking my eyes off her, I quickly removed my clothes, except for my boxers. Then I grabbed a condom from my wallet and lay on the bed watching her. My cock jutted out of my boxers in an almost obscene way and I hoped she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

She reached behind her back and snapped off the clasp of her bra and it popped off, revealing the most gorgeous tits I had even seen. A growl escaped my mouth. I wanted, no, needed to taste every part of her body, skin, memorizing every curve and contour.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered huskily. “Come here.”

Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the bulge in front of my boxers. Instead of being turned off, she seemed to be fascinated by the size of my cock.

“Are you hiding a twelve inch subway sandwich in your pants?” she teased, as she got on the bed and straddled me, her wet pussy rubbing against my belly.

My breath caught in my throat as I looked at her. She was the most perfect woman I had ever seen. I caressed her bare shoulders as I stared greedily at her beautiful body. I moved my hands to cup her breasts and she trembled. “So perfect,” I muttered as they filled my big hands.

I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs and was rewarded with a soft moan. She placed her hands on my chest and caressed me. Rolling her nipples between my fingers, I sat up to take one hard bud into my mouth. I sucked them both, one after the other, until she was writhing and rocking over my cock, her soaked lacy panties rubbing on my stomach.

I raised my head and captured her mouth in mine. The taste of her cocktail had faded and she tasted of something sweet, like sun-ripened fruit. She moaned into my mouth, driving me crazy. There was nothing that could beat a woman who responded without inhibitions.

I wanted more. “I want to taste your pussy.”

“You don’t believe in being subtle,” she gasped.

“Not when it comes to the important stuff,” I said and gently turned us over so she was lying with her back on the bed. I took a moment to admire her naked body again before ducking between her legs. I slid her panties down over her shapely thighs and legs, dropped them