“I’m just going to take a quick shower and change out of these smelly clothes. I’ll be right back. Unless you want to join me?” She asked with a wink over her shoulder.
An image of her, naked and soapy, rose in his mind. His cock swelled and hardened. Wild lust clawed at his belly and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to wait for her to clean herself up. He wanted her. Here. Now. On the floor, against the wall, hell bent over the couch he didn’t care. All that mattered at this moment was getting his dick inside her hot, clenching channel.
He caught up to her at the bedroom door. He spun her around and yanked her into his arms. He used her startled shriek to his advantage by thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth.
She melted against him. Their tongues tangled with each other, each sliding over the other playfully. The taste of her caused his head to swim. She was rich and dark on his tongue, like the most exotic chocolate he’d ever eaten. He wanted to savor her but he knew that this tie, he may not have the patience.
He adjusted his hands until one gripped the back of her head and the other cupped her bottom, settling her securely against his raging hardness. She moaned and wriggled closer, fitting him tightly at the juncture of her thighs.
This time he groaned. He pulled his mouth away. She whimpered and tried to recapture it but he eluded her.
“God, you feel so good. You taste like candy, Vixen. I could get addicted,” he rasped against her throat as he nibbled his way down. Her skin was salty from her workout but was oh so sweet.
Her only response was to moan and allow her head to loll backwards, giving him greater access to the flesh he craved. He took full advantage.
He dipped his head into the space created between her full breasts by the confining spandex of her bra. He lapped at the hollow. He felt goosebumps explode across her skin. She clutched at his hair in an effort to bring him closer.
He didn’t want to but he released her head and brought his hand down to cup her. He kneaded the soft mound that overfilled his palm. She shuddered.
He smiled against her skin.
He loved this. Loved that he had the power to make her shudder, make her moan, and yes, before the day was over, he was going to make her scream.
He used his thumb and forefinger to pluck at the distended nipple that was clearly visible against the fabric covering it.
“Yes,” she hissed, pressing herself deeper into the caress.
“You like that?” he asked with another pinch between his two digits.
She bobbed her head up and down.
“Do you want me to lick you?”
Another tight squeeze.
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you want me to suck you?”
A pinch. A pluck.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
“So responsive,” he said as if to himself.
“Please,” she groaned, her frustration evident in her voice.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Using both his hands he yanked down the offending, letting it rest beneath her breasts so that they were offered up like a feast to his lips.
Before she could do more than gasp, he hand one of the brownish-pinkish nubs sucked deeply into his mouth.
She let out a small shriek. He ignored her and sucked harder. He used his other hand to toy with the opposite nipple.
Her breath came in great shuddering gasps that boomed in his ears.
He pulled his mouth from her nipple so that he could use the flat of his tongue to lap at her. She made incoherent noises that told him that he was driving her out of her mind. He reveled in the power he had over her. Her body belonged to him. It was his to do with as he wanted. He couldn’t be sure but he would bet even money that no man had ever made her feel the way he did.
Not even her precious Jerome.
He caught one swollen bud between his teeth and nipped it.
“Oh, God!”
Her knees weakened and he had to release the captive flesh in order to secure an arm around her waist, lest both of them fall to the ground. He kept a tight hold on the nubbin between his teeth. He bent her back over his forearm so that more of her was available to his ravenous mouth.
When he felt her legs could once again support her weight, he released her. He pushed her breasts together so that he could swing back and for between each tempting morsel more quickly.
His scalp ached from the death grip she had on his hair but he didn’t care.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said.
He shook his head. “Too far. Here. Now.”
He shoved her against the wall and settled himself between her legs. He felt her heated center through the layers of fabric separating them. He rubbed the ridge of his cock against the moist heat of her.
She lifted one leg so that it rested on his hip, opening herself wider to his caress.
“You are so hot. I can’t wait to slide deep inside of you.”
“Please,” she moaned again.
He reached his hand down the front of her shorts until he cupped her center. Her panties were soaked. He pushed them aside. She was slippery with her arousal. His mouth watered as he remember the fresh peach taste of her against his tongue. The first chance he got, he was going to bury his face in her fiery honey again. Right now, he had other plans for her.
His thumb found the small mound of inflamed flesh hidden beneath a hood. He used it to thrum against it.
She let out a small shriek and trembled in his arms.
He smiled against her neck and did it again. This time, he slid his index finger into her. Her heated flesh sucked at the buried digit. He added a second finger and a third until he felt she could take no more. He pulled back to look at her.
If she was sexy when she was sweaty from her workout, then she was downright lethal in her arousal.
Her head thrashed against the wall. The flush that had been in her face was now spread down her neck and over her breasts. Her nipples, still wet from the attention of his mouth, stood out tight and hard.
Awesome!
He wanted more. He wanted to make her come, to have her juices running down her thighs where he could lick it up.
He used the heel of his hand to rub circles around her swollen clitoris even as his fingers pumped in and out of her. She rode his fingers.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her eyes snapped open. They had gone almost black.
“That’s right,” he said, using one hand on her hip as a guide. “Take what you want. It’s all yours, Vixen.”
Her hips pumped against him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to get oxygen into her lungs. He saw the moment her climax overtook her and held his breath. It was one of the most beautiful sights of his life.
She hunched forward on his hand and shuddered through the orgasm bursting inside of her. Her tight tunnel milked his fingers. He couldn’t wait to feel that around his cock.
He waited until the spasms stopped and she was leaning her head against his chest, slowly recovering her breath.
His fingers were slick with her juices. He raised them to his mouth and licked. His eyes fluttered shut. She was as delicious as he remembered.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be buried deep within her. He reached for the front placard of his jeans. Her hands beat him to it and pushed his away.
He cocked his head to the side.
“My turn,” she said.
"As much as he wanted to believe that his semen had superpowers, he knew that such a dramatic transformation wasn’t possible overnight."
