“Because you’re mine.”
Your breath, so hot against my ear, sends chills. Your whispered words echo in my head. Yes, I am yours. Your lips trail fiery kisses down my neck and along my collarbone as your hands slowly move up my arms. You press my shoulders closer to the wall that your body already has me pinned against. A haze of lust fogs my thoughts. I cannot recall removing my clothing, but it is piled on the ground at my feet, with yours. I can feel my panties still around one of my ankles. The sensation of your skin against my own makes my heart race. I feel you, hard against me.
You bring one hand up to my face, gently playing with my lips, as your other hand begins a lazy exploration of my breasts. You press two of your fingers into my mouth, at the same time lightly pinching one of my nipples. You begin to pinch harder, pulling slightly, causing me to moan against your hand. I feel your erection throb against me in reaction to my moans.
You remove your fingers from my mouth and bring them down to my other set of lips, finding me wet and wanting. Your thumb finds my clit, as with two fingers you begin to tease my opening, barely entering me only to pull out again. The feeling is maddening, and I grind against your hand. Your other hand leaves my breast and tangles itself into my hair, pulling my head back and up against the wall, as you look into my eyes. Your look says it all, you will do whatever you want with me, in your own time, at your pace, not mine.
Staring into my eyes, you continue your teasing, as I fight the urge to press against you again. The teasing and the look both serve to heighten my arousal. As my breathing turns into panting, my moans become pleas. I need you. I need to feel you in me. Your thumb still working my clit, your fingers move farther and farther into me, driving me wild.
Without warning you stop and pull away from me, leaving me reeling and trying to stand on my own. You back up until you reach the couch across the room, and you sit, leaning back in a comfortable position. You smile, beckoning me toward you. Of course I go, stepping out of the last bit of my clothing. I want you so badly it has become an ache, I need to feel you inside of me.
As I reach you, you take my hands in yours and pull my down onto your lap, facing you, my knees to the sides of your hips. You grab my face in your hands and bring my lips to yours, kissing me roughly. Not only can I taste your desire, I can feel you pressing against my wet pussy. Your hands travel from my face to my breasts again, as you return to pinching and pulling at me. Your lips soon follow them, and you run your tongue across one hard nipple, and then the other. Drawing one into your mouth and delivering a nibbling bite. You run your hands down my body until you are gripping my hips, and I raise myself into position for you. As I begin to lower myself onto you, you stop nipping at my breasts and just watch my face, taking in my expression as I take you into myself.
I take you in slowly, enjoying the feel of each inch as it enters, filling me. Yes, this is exactly what I needed, but of course you knew that. You always know what I need. Your fingers dig into my hips, guiding me as I begin to ride you, setting our pace.
You start us off slowly, having me take you in all the way, and then rising up until you you are almost out of me, only to bring me back down onto you again. This slow thrusting drives me crazy again. As your mouth returns to my chest, I know I cannot hold back much longer. Through my moans I beg you to let me cum for you. You increase our pace, and I take that as my permission. As I let go, I lose myself to the feeling of you entering me.
I feel myself begin tightening around you, and you start increasing our pace until you are pounding into me. I’ve lost track of all time and thought, all that exists is you, inside of me. I reach one peak only to begin climbing again, the sensations becoming almost to much for me to handle. As I come back to myself, I notice that you are watching me again. By the look in your eyes, I can tell that you are starting to get close, but I know that you are not done with me yet.
As you slow our pace again, I know what comes next, and try to prepare myself. When you pull out of my pussy, I am still not ready, I never really am. You position yourself again, and with one thrust you enter my asshole. I cry out from the initial pressure, and because I know this is what you want. You rest inside of me for a few moments, allowing me to get used to you before you move again, but not for long. You’ve given me what I needed, this is for you.
Your fingers still digging into my hips, guiding me up and down, you watch me riding you. Now I can hear your labored breathing, and I know it will not be much longer. You continue to pick up the pace, now frantically pounding into my ass. As you ram into me one last time, I feel you releasing deep inside of me.
