How is it even possible to crave someone so much?
His hands go up my body, settling on my shoulders as he hooks his fingers on the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, the front of the dress drooping over my breasts and baring my bra.
He looks at me, licking his lips unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls me back into him once more. My naked skin brushes against his, and I can feel it prickling, goose bumps all over me. Trapped in his embrace, I feel his fingers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I still have on. I let it slide down my arms, my hard nipples sending a ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the room laps at them.
I sit still, letting Lance take a good hard look at me. He isn’t smiling or grinning; he just sits there, by my side, looking at my body as if I’m the last woman on earth.
“You can’t imagine how much I want you. How much I need to feel my cock inside of you,” he says as I grab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm of my hands down his arms. I smile at him, and without taking my eyes off of his, I let my fingers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs, and then down to his belt. Hooking my fingers around it, I pull Lance into me, our foreheads resting against each other. I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lips.
“I can imagine it,” I say, “I need it as much as you.”
His hands go down over the curve of my backside and he grabs me there, our bodies pressing against each other. With my naked breasts against his chest, I swear I can almost feel his heart drumming away.
I unbuckle his pants and then I pull the belt out from its loops. My heart’s louder now, almost racing. As softly as I can, I brush the tip of my fingers over his crotch, feeling the shape of his erection straining against his pants. To feel his desire for me is almost magical.
Taking my time, I unbutton his pants, his length pressing against the back of my hands as I do it. My body is already aching to have him in me; but why rush? I want to take my time. I deserve this.
His pants unbuttoned, I brush my fingertip from the base of his cock to his tip, over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s pulsing with desire, but he has no other choice but to let me take the lead, allowing me to drive him insane before he finally snaps.
I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down in an endless loop. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes. He’s under my spell... as much as I’m under his.
I grab the hem of his boxers, and careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.
Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees on the limo’s carpeted floor. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation.#p#分页标题#e#
He kicks off his shoes hurriedly, and then I pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him. I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body so close to me, I’m teasing myself as well.
My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. It’s almost impossible to resist.
My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow anxious. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.
I open one hand, and with my open palm, I caress his balls, feeling their weight. They’re full with his seed, and I can barely wait to have him panting, his cock shooting his load deep inside me... Just by touching him there, his cock starts pulsing, thickening even more than what I thought would be possible. I let go of his balls and let one single finger brush over his cock all the way from his root to his tip; I then take it off and go back down to the base, repeating the process over and over again. I’m actually surprised by the way he’s resisting his own wild urges. I know I wouldn’t be able to.
I tilt my head sideways, and leaning down, I plant my lips on his shaft. My kiss is soft, my mouth barely touching him, but even so I can feel the warm blood that runs through his cock furiously.