I watched his eyes fall to where my chest heaved up and down. Then, he looked to my pussy, still panty-covered, yet with my dress raised.
“Damn. I want to bite into those curvy thighs of yours. Then I want to eat you, lick your folds, discover that innermost spot until you quiver under my mouth and scream out in pleasure.”
He was a smooth-talker, but not in an unbelievable way. I sucked up every word he said. In fact, I could see myself tomorrow, trying to recall every word, writing each down for a possible story later—a fantasy I’d have been too ignorant to devise on my one, but now had felt come true.
“May I escort you to your bedroom,” he proposed.
“Please,” I sighed.
Before I could stand, he scooped me up. I’d never felt so light. I marveled that he had the strength to lift me with such ease. He stared into my face as he walked, with only quick glances to see where he was going. My tiny apartment made it easy. Outside of the kitchen and living room were only a bathroom and bedroom. He pushed completely open my bedroom door with his back and then twisted until he had me safely in the room.
At the bed, he eased me down. I let my arms fall outstretched to my sides as I let my bent knees fall open. My dress had risen to my waist by then, circling me only a few inches since he’d pushed down the top already. He reached and eased the material down over my legs. Once he dropped it on the floor, he went for my panties.
Left completely naked, sprawled on the bed, I didn’t even feel the need to suck in my stomach. His eyes told me how much he appreciated everything that I truly was. As he continued to stare, he pulled off his own shirt, revealed those six-pack abs of his along with a granite hard chest and bulging arms. He could’ve been a model for Men’s Fitness magazine. He obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. Obviously, he didn’t require his women to do the same or he wouldn’t be with me right now, looking at me like I was some scrumptious sweet he was about to devour.
He toed off his shoes as he undid his jeans, creating some hot dance move. The enticing movement continued as he slid the denim over his massive, muscle-bound thighs. I pursed my lips to contain the unnatural squeak that almost escaped my throat. The guy couldn’t be purely human. He had an animal nature about him, fierce and predatory, especially as he crawled onto the bed on all fours over me. I accepted my role as prey.
He moved his face just inches above my body, not touching, just looking, investigating, maybe deciding where to start. Yet, I swore a few times I heard him sniff me, which seemed to create a low grumble in his chest. When he got to my thighs, he did as promised. After running his hands over them, squeezing at times, he bit. Not hard, but he moved his mouth over my thigh with tiny bites as he went, his teeth grazing over my flesh in between.
My thighs fell open completely then, until I felt the air against my wetness. His nose nudged at the crease of my thigh before he ran his face, nose and mouth, over my folds. The gentle touch, almost undetectable, had me moving my hips up, trying to get closer to him. He made a noise, one indescribable, something akin to a growl and a grunt. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he teased me with light touches and his hot breath.
My fingers tightened, gripped the sheets on the bed to hold back, to not throw myself against him, force him to lick me, to taste me. As if he sensed my wonderful misery, his tongue forced its way between my folds. As it brushed over my opening, a scream released. This seemed to please him. He went at me with more vigor then, licking and kissing, even nibbling at my clit. It was when he sucked on my engorged nub, though, that I simple fell apart. I let the pulses happen, holding nothing back. My stomach contracted and released with each moment of my orgasm.
He didn’t let up even when I cried out. Soon, my legs trembled as my body fell slack against the mattress. He laid his face on the pouch of my stomach, letting his fingers trail lazily over my body as I recovered, as I dealt with the tiny pulses still firing through me.
Soon, he encircled my waist with his arms and pressed a hard kiss to my bellybutton. This sent a shot of fire right to my core, taking me back to wanting and needy in seconds.
“Can I touch you?” I asked with a shaky voice.
“Please,” he grumbled.
With a little laugh, I pushed my body up, making him slid off to the side. As I sat up, he raised up beside me. On his knees, his cock now at eye length, I did the same to him. I could only stare at the perfection of his body. The tight reddish skin, the bulging veins, the rounded head added to the sheer majesty of the length and width of his cock. It mesmerized me. I gave as good as I’d gotten, having read somewhere that, often as not, what a lover does to you is what they like.