“You better be careful,” he said softly.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” I asked.
“You keep doing this to me and you’re going to be in for a world of fun,” he said.
“Good, because I like fun,” I said.
He went in to kiss me once again, but I denied him, pulling back just a little, as if to tease him. That must’ve set him off, the fire growing in his eyes, before he leaned in more and caught me off guard. I smiled while he kissed me. There was something about a take-charge man that always turned me on.
“Do you want to take this upstairs?” he whispered.
“Depends on what’s going to happen when we get up there,” I whispered back.
He leaned in closer, his mouth to my ear, before he told me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said softly, drawing out the word “fuck.”
Biting my lower lip on its side, I nodded and grabbed his hand before we rushed upstairs to his bedroom. I giggled as he slapped my butt, the vibrations coursing through my body. All I felt was lust in that moment. Without even getting on the bed, he grabbed me, turning me around, and kissed me more passionately than he ever had before. I reciprocated, loving the taste of his lips as my hands went up and down his strong chest and abs.
I unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to just rip it off, as I began to fumble under the pressure. I finally got the last button undone, and I pushed the shirt off his body and felt his chiseled physique. God, was he hot.
He nudged my head to the side as he began to kiss my neck, his tongue traipsing against it. It wasn’t the only thing on me getting wet.
“No hickeys,” I said as I grabbed his biceps.
“That’s no fun,” he said, slapping my ass. “I’ll just leave my mark on there, instead.”
“Please do. Make me yours,” I said as he gripped my ass and squeezed it.
His hands moved to my hips before he began to slowly move my shirt up, exposing my skin. He went slowly, methodically, as if he were a cat toying with its dinner. I just wanted him to rip it off already, to rip off all my clothes and have his way with me. Foreplay was good, but sometimes you just want the main attraction.
He pulled my shirt up over my head before putting his hands behind me and unclasping my bra. I looked him in the eyes as he did it, my breathing shallow, before it fell down to the ground and I kicked it away. I pushed my body against his, my bare breasts pushed up against his pecs, before he kissed me once again, this time his tongue making its way into my mouth. I welcomed it, my own tongue coming out to play as the two of us danced together on center stage.
I moaned, causing his hands to grip my sides, before he pulled away, gasping for air, and pushed me back onto the bed. I giggled and he came up to me quickly, grabbing my jeans and pulling them off. Using my forearms for balance, I propped myself up and looked down at him as he tossed them to the side and grabbed the waist of my red thong.
He looked at me, locking eyes, before pulling it down and tossing it off. I spread my legs open a little, as he did the rest of the work and opened them fully. Still in his pants, he knelt down, his eyes staying with me, and I felt the warm embrace of his tongue against my clit.
“Fuck,” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
My abs tensed up before I lay back down, my head against his mattress, as I gripped the comforter and began to white-knuckle it. I wasn’t sure how much practice he had doing this, or if he’d watched a tutorial video, but I was damn glad that he knew what he was doing. His tongue flickered against my clit and I felt the rush come over me, like I was going to come.
Using his fingers, he slowly inserted two into me, the pads of his fingers facing upwards, before he flickered them up and down, pressing against my G-spot. I wasn’t prepared for that.
I let out a loud moan, my abs tensing, as I gripped the comforter and got louder as he refused to let up.
“I’m going to,” I moaned, unable to say much more.
He didn’t reply, his tongue too busy to speak, before his lips wrapped around my clit and began to suck in. That was it. That was all I could handle. I held my breath, the surge coming over me, as I felt the warmth inside me. I didn’t squirt, never having done that, but I was damn sure that I came all right. There were few things in the world I was surer of.
“Oh, God, I came,” I said, as I got my breath back.
His fingers slowly slid out of me, and I looked down and saw them covered in my juices. He put them in his mouth, locking eyes with me the entire time, as he sucked them off himself. Something about that set me off even further, and I sat up, a little lightheaded from all the fun, and got down on my knees.
He knew what was coming, as he spread his legs a little apart before I grabbed his belt and began to kiss his abs. He looked down at me while I did so, even wrapping my hair around his hands to keep it from getting in the way. I started at his buckle, undoing it slowly, mostly to make him wait and make him even hornier. His pants came down, and I took them off and he kicked them to the side.
His dick sat fully enlarged in his briefs, almost poking out of the bottom, as I teased him and grabbed it from outside the fabric. I rubbed it a little, looking up at him, as he looked back down at me. Without making him go too crazy, I finally grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled it down, his cock ready and waiting to greet me.
I grabbed onto it, stroking it, as I looked at it from the side and compared it to my forearm, which must’ve set him off, as he grabbed it and told me to open my mouth to see if it would fit, which we both knew it would.
I happily obliged, my hands in my lap, as I opened my mouth as wide as I could and looked him in the eyes. With his hand around his shaft, he guided himself into me, my tongue sliding against the bottom of his shaft as my spit coated the entirety of what could fit in my mouth, which was definitely not the entire thing.
When he removed his hand I grabbed it myself, using both hands, as I sucked on his head and stroked him. Not being one to leave anyone or anything out, my mouth left his head, still stroking him, and I sucked one of his balls into my mouth as his toes curled up below. I knew what my man liked, that was for sure.
I loved sucking his cock, almost worshipping it, as I did anything he asked me to. There was something about having a giant one in front of me that made me go a bit crazy.
“If you keep doing this I’m going to cum,” he said.
“Then we better stop with the foreplay and get straight to it,” I said, standing up.
He kissed me a little, his cock pushed up against me, as I reached down and grabbed it, slowly stroking it. Having a man so secure in himself that he would kiss me after I sucked his dick was definitely a turn-on, and it showed me that he was definitely the right person for me.
We shuffled over to the bed, me lying back, before he reached in his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I watched him tear it open and roll it down onto his cock before he put his hand in front of me to spit in. I did, and he used it as lube as I saw my spit glisten all over his latex-wrapped dick.
With both of his hands holding my ankles, I reached down, grabbing onto him, and guiding him into me. He still had to go slow, my pussy never quite ready for him, as I let out a deep breath and tried to make room. He never pushed it too far, instead slowly thrusting in and out, as I think he knew it would get a lot more fun once I was used to him again.
That time didn’t take all too long to arrive, as I put my arms above my head and his thrusts began to jiggle my tits up and down. He reached forward, me keeping my leg in the air, as he grabbed them, squeezing them, twisting my nipples a little. He reached forward a little more, putting his finger in my mouth, and I sucked it, wrapping my tongue around it, before he took it out and used his now wet finger to rub my clit a little.
After five minutes we were bored of this position, and he slowly pulled himself out and I felt a void inside me. He hopped onto the bed, his head against a pillow, as his cock stood straight up like the Eiffel Tower. I crawled up to him, climbing on top of him, as I put my hands on his chest and arched my back while pushing out my ass. He reached down, guiding himself in, before he started to thrust while I stayed still.
I felt his mouth around my nipples as my hair shook all around with every push. I gripped a little harder, my fingers turning white as his chest turned red, which either made him mad or fired him up, before he went a little faster, which I didn’t think was possible.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“You like it when I fuck you like that?” he asked.
“I love it,” I said.
“You love what?” he asked.
“I love it when you fuck me like this, baby,” I moaned.
He began to slap my ass, a loud smacking sound, as I bounced up and down on top of him and never planned on stopping. After a few minutes, I reached back, grabbing his ankles, as I put my feet out to either side of him. I felt his dick in a new way as I leaned back a little and looked down to see him watching himself slide in and out of me. You could fuck in a few different positions and feel an entirely different experience every time. I didn’t know how people only did missionary. They were missing out.
He put one hand behind his head and used the other to help me out, as his wet thumb rubbed in a circular motion around my clit, and I felt myself close to coming once again.
“I think I’m going to again,” I moaned, my nipples hardening.