She wanted to hear him moan, but not just soft sighs of pleasure, she wanted to hear him groan until the pleasure turned into a deep torturous pain. And when that happened, hell would break loose, releasing the demon within. Fingers fumbling for the button in the front of his pants, she whipped down his zipper. Her hands slipped underneath his underwear and shoved everything else down. Quickly obliging to her greedy demands, he stepped out of them and leaned his knees against the bed. She settled eyes on his raging hardness, daring to touch his erection ever so softly. Goodness, he was so sexy.
He winced from her smooth deliberate stroke as the length of him throbbed. There he stood, bare and powerless in her hands. Diligently she groped him fully, pleasure possessing his face as he grunted. His body oozed those spicy male pheromones, hypnotically drugging her as she breathed in the air. His breathing pattern was shifting, forming shallow gasps while her fingers trailed up and down his petal soft skin. But when she lowered her head, brushing her lips onto his sweet spot, his knees almost collapsed. The tease blew his mind into a greedy haze of wantonness.
Slowly her tongue found its mark, rubbing until he was putty in her hands. “God,” he cried, thrills flashing inside her from his response. He tilted his head back, a sign of complete submission. With each stroke his moans became more audible until his fingers returned to her hair. She liked the taste of him, the feel of his firmness in her mouth as she teased him to the point of desperation.
“Amber,” He muttered through gritted teeth, pushing her head away from him. He laid eyes on her dark face, beautiful and sensual. Her eyes were big and filled with determination. They mirrored his lustful aspirations.
Before he let her reply, the raw male within him came roaring to the surface. He crashed his mouth into hers, throwing them both back far upon the bed. With one hand he pinned her wrists above her head, and with the other he freely groped her breasts. First over the bra, he touched the bronze skin that was left exposed, sinking his tongue deep into her open mouth. In unison they breathed, the fever taking hold so deep there would be no return. She gasped when his fingers found the edge of her bra, prying it up to stroke her hardened dark nipples. Twinging sensations wracked her body as she cried out softly, his kiss cutting off the sounds she emitted.
Fighting with the bra for a few more seconds, his patience waned. “Take it off.” He growled, hoisting her up. Her fingers reached delicately to the strap in the back. When it was unhooked, he tossed it to the other side of the room, glad to be free of it.
He stared down at her two beautiful breasts, their skin like the softness of rose petals. They were round and sensual, her nipples hard and ready. Her mind raced with the prospects of what would come next, but she wasn’t prepared fully for him. His tongue found its aim, slowly circling around her nipple without quite touching it. She felt her own wetness increase in the secret of her femininity. She still had her pants on. How long before he tossed those across the room? Soon, she begged, unable to handle the searing need growing within.
His tongue lingered on her breasts, slow and smoothly purposeful. She felt her legs slowly opening, begging for attention all the way to her small toes. She wanted his hands to caress her. Sweat beaded his forehead amongst ragged breathing. He smelled a mixture of cologne and hormones, making the scent of his body sweet and irresistible, and mixing with hers.
“You smell so good.” Her eyes zealously conveyed the undying urge building inside.
His response was purely brazen, sucking on her breasts heatedly. She cried now, her head rolling back and her mouth opening, letting her sighs of painful pleasure pierce the air. She was roiling now, her heart pounding, as she felt the slickness of her female nature utterly soak through tiny silk pink panties. It was as if a line directly connected down below, sending the sharp torturous twinges beneath her delicate thong. Lying beside her, he unbuttoned her pants, ripping them off to reveal the tiny undergarment she wore. Her head filled with gratitude to be rid of the barrier between them, having soaked through from her dampness.
He pressed himself against her leg while spreading them open. Tracing his fingers down the middle of her stomach, she felt him stop short at the silky seams. They were cute, which was the reason she had bought them, but right now she wished the fire within her would just burn them off. Delicately his fingers rolled until they hit the place of rapture, causing her to jerk with sickly sweet spasms. At first, just the soft placement of his fingers made her pulse, rubbing up and down over the thin material. He shifted his hips, letting his firmness push up against her, betraying the wicked nature plaguing his body. He teased her until she could handle it no more, taking care to only softly touch her swelling exterior.