I feel you before I see you, your presence turns my head as I watch you enter the room and stride toward me. My heartbeat quickens at the sight of you, and I smile invitingly as you draw near. You stop short and your eyes caress the length of me, savoring me as if it's the first time you're seeing me. I ache for you, for your touch. I've missed you so much. I lick my lips slowly, and watch you swallow. I will you to touch me. I need your touch. I feel lost without it. You’re my anchor in this storm surrounding us, pulling us apart.
You step closer, and I raise my eyes to meet yours. My heart stops as I swim in your deep, ocean blue orbs. Your arm wraps around my waist and you pull me against you. My hands slide up your firm biceps to your shoulders, caressing you, remembering and re-memorizing the feel of you. Your muscles flex beneath my hands. You’re strong and confident, and each time I touch you, I fall a little more under your spell.
I can see a hint of a smile on your sexy lips as you lower your head and kiss me, softly at first, then harder and more urgent as our passion ignites. Your other hand cups the back of my head, your fingers in my hair as you hold me close against you and devour my mouth. I surrender to you, molding my soft body against your hard form, running my hands into your dark hair and tugging. I can feel your erection growing against my leg, and my ***** instantly responds, weeping for you.
You reach up, grab my hands and pull them behind my back, holding them in one hand as the fingers of your other hand trace me from collarbone to navel. You tug my blouse free of my skirt and unbutton one button at a time as you kiss and lick my neck, my jaw, my collarbone and the hollow where my neck meets my chest. Your tongue trails rivers of fire across my sensitized flesh, and I moan as my breath quickens.
You slide my blouse off my shoulders, but with my hands behind my back, it doesn’t fall. You lean over and suck one breast into your mouth over the silk and lace of my bra cup as your hand caresses the other. You flick your tongue across my nipple as you roll and tug the other between your fingers. They tighten, and I arch into you.
Leaving my breasts, you glide your fingers down one leg over my skirt, then dip under the hemline, teasing me by tracing circles over my stockings. You feel where the lace of my stocking gives way to bare flesh, and my breath hitches as you run your finger up my skin along the garter strap. Your finger moves slowly across my mound, not going where I need you most but to my other thigh. I moan again and whisper your name. “Please,” I say. You look at me with a wicked gleam in your eyes, and I know you’re going to draw this out, make me beg. I don’t know how you have so much control since it’s been so long since we’ve been alone together. Your finger moves down the garter strap on my other leg, teasing me at the line where flesh meets silk. I can see your impressive erection straining against your pants’ leg and move my body to rub my aching **** against you, but you swat my *** and shake your head.
You turn me around and bend me over the table as you pull my skirt up. I’m not wearing panties, as I know you like, and you run your finger down the line between my cheeks. I rise up on my toes, my stilettoed heels leaving the floor as I wiggle my *** and raise up, hoping you’ll find my sweet spot that’s so wet for you. Again, you slap my ***, harder this time as you lean over me. I feel the wall of your chest on my back and your breath at my ear as you whisper for me to be a good girl. I lay my forehead on the table, my dark hair fanning out around me as I sigh in surrender. I hear rustling sounds behind me as you take off your suit jacket, tie and unbutton your shirt. I hear your cufflinks clatter on the table beside me and the sound of your shirt sliding off your arms. You toe off your shoes and socks, and I hear you undo your belt and your zipper, then hear your pants as they hit the floor.
You pull the blouse off my arms, unzip my skirt and tug it down. I step out of it, never leaving my position. You caress my *** then run your tongue up my spine, and I shiver. You unhook and remove my bra; I’m left in just my heels and stockings. The table is hard and cold and presses against my full breasts. My nipples are erect against the wood.
Your finger trails down my neck, back, *** and finally, you rub your finger around my **** and I jolt with pleasure. You ease me back down with your other arm. I turn my hot cheek to the cool table, and you wrap one hand in my hair as you rub my **** between the fore and middle fingers of your other hand. I’m dying - I want you so bad I don’t think I can take any more. The anticipation has been building since before I saw you, and I’m restless and needy. “Please,” I say again. “What do you want?” you ask me. “You,” is my breathy reply. You insert one finger, then two into me, feeling my cream on your hand as you thrust in and out. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. “Baby,” I breathe. “I need you inside me.”
You withdraw your fingers and line your rock hard **** up against my ***** lips, rubbing the head against my **** and coating yourself with my juices. You pull my hips back and slam into me in one thrust. I cry out in ecstasy as you fill me, stretch me, complete me. With one hand holding firm in my hair, your forearm on my back and your other hand on my hip, you drive into me over and over, my tight nipples scraping across the wooden table with each thrust of your powerful hips.
This is what I need, what I crave, what I can’t get enough of. “Yes,” I scream as you power into me over and over. I can feel the heat radiating throughout my body, and I know I’m close. You can feel my core tightening around you, and I *** hard, my walls contracting, pulsing and quivering against your steel rod. You thrust in and out a few more times before groaning your release as you shoot copious amounts of ***** into me, filling me and dripping down your ****, out of me and between my legs. You collapse over me, still inside me, your warm, hard chest against my back as you caress and kiss me, loving me. I sigh with contentment, knowing this is just the beginning of our weekend away.
livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 15 Responses 10 Nov 26, 2012