His face showed that he wasn’t expecting her like this, and if he was trying to keep his surprise and his pleasure hidden, his body betrayed him. She stood in the doorway, clad only in a tiny pair of panties and his white button-down dress shirt. He was prepared for his normal nightly routine; her stance said she clearly had an agenda.
The shirt fell away, exposing her right breast as she stood with her hand on one hip. Her dark nipples were hard, and stood out against her pale flesh, casting shadows on her skin in the dim light of the lamp. She moved cat-like, meeting him halfway, and he moved to kiss her. She smiled a wicked, knowing smile, and said “I need”. Not “I need you,” or “I need this” – just “I need.”
He hesitated, coming to a slow realization that she was very different tonight, and rather than kissing her lips, which were already parted with anticipation, he snaked a hand up in the back of her hair, tugging downward. Her head snapped back, exposing her neck, and he bent and kissed it quickly, letting his teeth graze her skin. She shuddered, and arched toward him, her breasts jutting out from the crisp white fabric, brushing his chest. He bit her shoulder in response and she groaned, pressing into him again. So this is how it would be.
He pulled her to the bed and she stretched out, snaking a leg out and underneath his, letting the shirt fall completely away from her torso and off her shoulders. He reached down and peeled her panties off, leaving her in just the shirt, noticing she’d shaved herself, leaving only a thin strip of hair at the juncture of her legs, exposing how swollen she already was. He slid back up, nipping at her collarbone, feeling her squirm beneath him, working his way down to her breasts. She arched her back again, feeding him the soft flesh and the hard nipple, groaning and writhing as he sucked hard. He tugged her hair back, again, kissing her neck hard and she hissed “fuck” in response. He knew he owned her now.
He worked his way down again, covering her breasts again, kissing her stomach, biting the flesh over her hip bones, breathing between her legs but not tasting yet. He watched her, as she waited, and he pushed her legs farther apart. Admiring how pink and slick she looked, the smell heady and tinged with some pent up frustration and desire that she intended to work out here and now. He couldn’t resist biting the inside of her thigh and she moved her hips toward his mouth.
He finally acceded, capturing her swollen clit between his lips, and rolling it around, sucking gently on it, then more firmly. She was vocal; she slid one leg over his back, urging him on, and thrashed her upper body as the feeling mounted. He could feel and taste her getting more aroused, the flesh a silky wetness that he knew would welcome his cock after he took her to that edge a time or two. “Yes,” she hissed again, her teeth clenched, jaw muscles flexing. “Suck on it, sweetie . . . that’s it . . . oh my god, right there.”
Her hand was on the back of his head, pressing him closer and closer, and she’d raised her hips off the bed as she neared her first climax, wanting to keep maximum contact. His jaw ached but he sucked as hard as he could and was rewarded with her primal cry, telling him he’d hit the sweet spot. She murmured incomprehensibly, twisting her head from side to side. It caught her again and again, and each time he thought he’d pause, she was whimpering and moaning and thrashing again, urging him on.
He felt her legs go slack moments later, knowing that she’d gotten some resolution, and he lay back, his mouth exhausted. He smiled up at her, noticing her face looked anything but resolved. She sat up, pushing him flat on his back, her eyes glazed with a far away look. His shirt still hung askew on her as she swung a leg over him, straddling him briefly, until she slammed herself down on his cock. He was hard and ready, but her hip bones jarred his when she hit, and they both grunted; he at the force, she as the tip of his cock hit her inside. She arched back, closing her eyes and ground her clit against his pubic bone, and he reached up to squeeze her breasts, tugging at a nipple. She folded over on top of him, eyes squeezed shut, and put her forehead in the crook of his neck, biting his collarbone as she did.
He didn’t ask where she was in her mind when she did that; he was content that she was physically here. She stayed like that, her face tucked in his shoulder, writhing against him, shuddering when her orgasm would hit, crying out incoherently, and he grabbed her ass, helping her rock against him. Finally, he could feel her tense more, and she rose up, still with her eyes closed, jaw clenched, hissing between her teeth, her pace quickening. He could feel her muscles under his hand twitch and she paused for a second, then began to ride him hard. Her eyes flew open at the last moment, registering him for that brief second before she cried out, and he felt the muscles inside of her flex and squeeze his cock, and he reached up to feel her heartbeat thud against her chest as the red flush spread out against her skin.
She smiled down at him, with a sly look, and gave him a nod that was a signal. He slid out from underneath him, and she crouched on all fours, her head on the pillow, her chest pressed to the bed, her ass raised in the air. He knelt behind her, tracing his hand over her swollen lips, placing his cock at her opening and watching it part the soft flesh. He put both hands on her hips, and she motioned him forward with her hands. He slammed her hard, and her hands clenched the sheets, and she managed to groan “fuck” into the pillow again. Now he rode her, so close to his own release. He murmured “god, I love when you act like whore, so hot, so dirty” and she bucked against him, another orgasm underway.
He couldn’t hold back any more. He pushed the tail of his shirt up over her back, looking at the way her waist tapered and her hips flared and his hands made faint indentations in the soft curves of her ass, vibrating beneath his hands as he pounded her repeatedly. He groaned and thrust one last time, feeling himself flood her, the hot liquid seeping out of her as he stroked to his finish.
He pulled back, still slick with their combined juices, and she rolled to her side, to stare at him. He lay down beside her, and she smiled, and he knew she was back with him, content. But just for good measure, he reached up, pulled her hair back hard, and bit her neck. She closed her eyes briefly and shuddered again.
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