He slides his tongue over the whole length of my pussy, electricity pooling in my muscles as he goes. Moving back and forth in a rhythmic motion, he suddenly keeps going, his tongue sliding from my drenched lips to between my ass cheeks. I tremble as I feel him go, and I clench my ass as an instinctive reaction. He doesn't care for my embarrassment; he simply grabs my ass harder, forcing me to spread my cheeks as he moves his tongue up my crack. There's not much that I can do but yield. I relax my body, my chin quivering in delight as his tongue goes over my anus. He presses it there, and then starts circling that sensitive spot with entrancing movements.
As he licks my ass he moves one hand to between my thighs, placing two fingers over my clitoris. He starts to rub me there at once, all the electricity in my body turning into a raging storm. With his fingers on my clit and his tongue on my ass, I come undone; I grit my teeth and shout through them, thrusting back against his face as my whole body starts to tremble. I'm grabbing the edge of the couch so fiercely my knuckles have turned white.
Slowly, he pulls back from me. I don't even move; I just remain bent over the couch, hanging limply by the waist. I'm breathing hard, my eyes still closed as I try to reel from all the ecstasy still burning in my body.
Arsen goes up to his feet and, leaning into me, whispers against my ear. "That was just a taste of what's to come," he tells me, his hands still resting on my buttocks. He moves them to the side and hooks his fingers on my hips, making me jut my ass back at him. I press my cheeks against his crotch, feeling his bulging shape between my cheeks. Swaying my body from side to side, I start grinding against him, the urge to feel him inside of me growing and growing. God, I want him so damn much!
Suddenly, I stand up straight and turn on my heels, facing him with a grin on my lips. Before he even has the time to stop me, I reach for his crotch and grab his thick cock. Right now, it's my turn to take the lead.
One hand wrapped tight around his cock, I place the other one against his chest and push him back, my eyes never leaving his. He's grinning now, allowing me to lead him and anxious to see what's on my mind.
The moment his back hits the wall I let go of his cock and place both my hands on his shirt. With a savage grin, I pull on it as harshly as I can, ripping the fabric and making all the buttons pop out and scatter around the floor. Flattening my hands against his chest, I close my eyes and run my fingers over his hard muscles, feeling every turn and curve of his pectorals and abdominals. It doesn't matter how many times I touch and see them, they always have the same affect on me. And his tattoos … They add that edge of unruliness that I just can't help but love.
I let my hands go further down and then, when I meet the contour of his pants, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out of its loops. My fingers trembling with the anxiety of anticipation, I unbutton his pants, a shiver going through me as his cock tents his boxer briefs and presses hard against my knuckles.
All strength leaves my body and I go down on my knees. As I go, I hook my fingers on his underwear and pull them down, his cock springing free right in front of my face. More than anything, I want to grab it, to open my mouth wide and let him slide it in all the way … But first I want to take a good look at his naked body: I tug on his pants and underwear as he kicks off his shoes, and then I pull them out as he lifts his feet. I look up, my heart beating wildly as I take a mental picture of the naked man in front of me.
His body screams sex, all of it. He's muscled, but not in a fit or trendy way-more than a cover model, he looks like a warrior, ready to rip apart anyone that dares stand in his way. And, of course, when he puts all these muscles to work … My pussy clenches just at the thought. Really, have I ever been this wet?
My eyes wander over every inch of him, but they inevitably stop on his cock. Long, thick and pulsing with desire. I don't even think about it, I just lean forward and open my mouth, rolling my lips down his shaft and taking him all in.
My eyelids droop as I feel his cock going over my tongue, his glans pressed against the back of my throat. I hold there for a long second and then I go back, sucking hard on his tip as I allow his cock out of my mouth. Running my tongue in slow soft circles around his glans, I start to caress his balls, moving them gently over my fingers.
Arsen lays both of his hands on my head, and hooking his fingers on my hair, he pulls me into him. I open my mouth as wide as I can immediately, letting him guide me toward his cock; the moment my lips are on him again, I start to bob my head back and forth, sucking on him as hard as I can. I wrap my fingers around the root of his member and I start moving my hand at the same time as my head, stroking and sucking in a coming and going motion. I start slow, but it doesn't take long for him to urge me to go faster, the slight pressure of his fingers on my head the only directions I need.
Moving as fast as I can, I have to stop for a few seconds, just enough to catch my breath. I look up at him, my heart fluttering inside of my chest as I see him with his eyes closed, enjoying my mouth on him. Stroking him fast, I tilt my head sideways and lick the whole length of his shaft, going down toward his balls; there, I open my mouth wide and suck one ball in, rolling it over my tongue, and then I do the same with the other one. They're heavy and warm, filled with a seed that I can't wait to feel all over my body.
I've never been one to go full-blown kinky, but with Arsen somehow that seems to be the standard. And I just love it-the dirtier and naughtier, the better. He just makes me feel unlike anything I have ever experienced … I never even knew sex could be this good. And let me tell you, I've always garnered the attention of experienced, hot men. Sure, my asshole ex wasn't anything to write home about, but I never really had a reason to complain until I met Arsen. In a sense, he ruined me for other men. And that's just lovely.
Placing my lips on his shaft, I run them back up to his tip, and then I take his cock inside of me once again. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, I don't stop until I hear his hard breathing, his fingers like claws in my hair. I would have gone all the way and let him fill my mouth with his cum, but he has other plans. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and with that devious grin on his lips, goes down to his knees right in front of me.
He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to the floor, climbing on top of me. I open my legs by instinct and grabbing his cock, he starts to rub its tip against my labia. I thrust at him, eager to have him inside of me, but he takes his time. He just keeps rubbing his glans back and forth over my labia, each time he does it pressing forward just an inch.
"Please, Arsen … " I found myself saying, my hands going to his shoulders and trying to pull him in. This time, he doesn't fight back against my pleas. He responds by thrusting, his cock piercing me in a heartbeat and drawing a loud scream out of my lips. Before I can even process what's happening, he starts to thrust viciously, his cock coming and going out of me like a piston.
I cross my legs behind his back, locking him in place as he thrusts. My hands are now on his chest, my fingernails digging in his pectorals as his body sways.
"Harder," I tell him, not even sure if I can take it. But harder he goes, his hips moving so fast that a wild numbness spreads from my pussy toward all of my limbs. I lay back as he fucks me, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Breathing hard as if I'm about to suffocate, I arch my back as my body tenses up. "Don't … stop!" I shout, fireworks exploding inside my head as I come. He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, my fingers clawing at his chest as sweet release takes control of me.
I'm screaming like a madwoman, my limbs flailing as if I were having a seizure. Even so, he doesn't ease up; somehow, he starts going even faster, not allowing my orgasm to crawl back to wherever it came from. Instead, he keeps it alive inside my muscles, fucking me until I have to scream again, another explosion taking place inside of my head. I come for the second time in a row, the first time that has ever happened in my life. Two orgasms in the space of a few heartbeats? I thought that was something that only happened in books!
"Oh God," I mutter as Arsen slows down, gently pulling his cock out of me. I'm almost reluctant to let it go, but I know there's still more to come. Way more.
I don't even know where I find the strength to do it, but supporting myself on my elbows, I sit up. Moving with cat-like movements, I push Arsen down on the floor and climb on top of him, straddling him. I grab his cock, pointing it at my pussy as my eyes lock into his-there's hunger there, one that I just know will consume me. And that's exactly what I want to happen. To be consumed by Arsen Hawke.