Sarahxx in topic Against the wall
Hesitantly, I raise my eyes to his. I can see the spark of mischief dancing there. A surge of unexpected courage bursts through me and I reach forward and grab his shirt, bunching up the cotton in my fist. “Please,” I say, pulling him closer. “Please take off my panties.”
His smile matches my own. The thong is ripped from my body and before I fully know what’s going on, I feel the warmth of a kiss there, a kiss delivered to my very core. His mouth tickles and teases. I moan and grasp at the seat beneath me. I feel his finger gently touch me as he continues to lick and taste, first softly, then there’s a firmer pressure, a faster speed. His tongue dances over every nerve ending. I whimper and throw back my head as the orgasm comes hard and fast.
But I have no time to get my bearings. He yanks me to my feet. Tearing the dress off my body. In an instant I’m wearing nothing.
I stand there, wanting, throbbing as he slowly circles me like a wolf planning his attack, like a tiger stalking a mate. . . .
Like a lover, ready to worship.
I don’t reach for him; his eyes hold me as still as any rope ever could. He pulls me to him and I can feel what I’ve done to him. His erection presses against my stomach.
I gasp as I feel fingers push inside of me. First one, then two. He plays with me, stroking and probing as I shiver against him. I try to unbutton his jeans but my hands are shaking. I’m going to come again, right here, standing up, pressed against him.
And then he has me against the wall as he continues to caress. I wrap my arms around his neck and dig my fingernails in as I cry out. I explode and contract around his fingers.
I feel courageous and vulnerable, one more delicious contradiction. I finally manage to unfasten his jeans. And as I strip him of his remaining clothes, it’s my turn to admire his body.
”Fuck me,” I whisper shamelessly.
“Yes,” he breathes. And then I’m being lifted into the air. My legs wrap around his waist, my back still pressed against that hard wall, and again I cry out as he pushes inside of me, again and again.
I feel myself opening up for him. I feel myself getting wetter, a primal reaction to this welcome intrusion. I feel everything.
He’s filling me with a hard, pulsing, and unyielding energy.
We’re on the floor now. My hips never leave his. I’m still embracing him with my legs, pulling him to me. Every inch of him holds its place inside my walls as he lowers me onto my back. The thin carpet beneath me adds a touch of gentleness as I scratch up his skin. His hands are on my breasts, pinching my nipples before moving to the small of my back. Each thrust brings me to a new level of ecstasy.
'I didn’t know it could be like this.'
It’s the last intelligible thought I have before he brings me to the brink again. I feel his shoulders tense under my grasp and then he pins my arms over my head, physically constraining me when my ecstasy can’t be held back at all. I thrash my head from side to side and buck my hips forward, forcing him even deeper inside of me. He groans and pushes faster and harder, as our crescendo moves us closer to a dizzying climax.
I cry out one more time as we come together, right there on the floor.
His smile matches my own. The thong is ripped from my body and before I fully know what’s going on, I feel the warmth of a kiss there, a kiss delivered to my very core. His mouth tickles and teases. I moan and grasp at the seat beneath me. I feel his finger gently touch me as he continues to lick and taste, first softly, then there’s a firmer pressure, a faster speed. His tongue dances over every nerve ending. I whimper and throw back my head as the orgasm comes hard and fast.
But I have no time to get my bearings. He yanks me to my feet. Tearing the dress off my body. In an instant I’m wearing nothing.
I stand there, wanting, throbbing as he slowly circles me like a wolf planning his attack, like a tiger stalking a mate. . . .
Like a lover, ready to worship.
I don’t reach for him; his eyes hold me as still as any rope ever could. He pulls me to him and I can feel what I’ve done to him. His erection presses against my stomach.
I gasp as I feel fingers push inside of me. First one, then two. He plays with me, stroking and probing as I shiver against him. I try to unbutton his jeans but my hands are shaking. I’m going to come again, right here, standing up, pressed against him.
And then he has me against the wall as he continues to caress. I wrap my arms around his neck and dig my fingernails in as I cry out. I explode and contract around his fingers.
I feel courageous and vulnerable, one more delicious contradiction. I finally manage to unfasten his jeans. And as I strip him of his remaining clothes, it’s my turn to admire his body.
”Fuck me,” I whisper shamelessly.
“Yes,” he breathes. And then I’m being lifted into the air. My legs wrap around his waist, my back still pressed against that hard wall, and again I cry out as he pushes inside of me, again and again.
I feel myself opening up for him. I feel myself getting wetter, a primal reaction to this welcome intrusion. I feel everything.
He’s filling me with a hard, pulsing, and unyielding energy.
We’re on the floor now. My hips never leave his. I’m still embracing him with my legs, pulling him to me. Every inch of him holds its place inside my walls as he lowers me onto my back. The thin carpet beneath me adds a touch of gentleness as I scratch up his skin. His hands are on my breasts, pinching my nipples before moving to the small of my back. Each thrust brings me to a new level of ecstasy.
'I didn’t know it could be like this.'
It’s the last intelligible thought I have before he brings me to the brink again. I feel his shoulders tense under my grasp and then he pins my arms over my head, physically constraining me when my ecstasy can’t be held back at all. I thrash my head from side to side and buck my hips forward, forcing him even deeper inside of me. He groans and pushes faster and harder, as our crescendo moves us closer to a dizzying climax.
I cry out one more time as we come together, right there on the floor.
