I had decided on a black fit and flare strapless dress with my bright red chunky heels. My toes were painted with french tips, and sparkled when the light hit just right. Sitting on my decolletage was a skinny gold pendant. I spritzed myself in that perfume that I know he loves, and made my way to the door. Like clockwork his knock rang on the loud through my small apartment. My cat jumped down from his little perch, and rubbed his face on my ankle as I opened the door.
Standing in the doorway was him. Every. Beautiful. Inch. I locked eyes with him, trying my damndest not to look down at his lips. His lips that I know will feel warm against mine.
I watch as his eyes glaze over my body in appreciation. He looks back over to me now grabbing my hand. His scent surrounds me, making me feel weak in my knees. It smelled like fresh linen, and mahogany. A smell only he could make work. He lifted my hand up nodding to get me to spin. Mid spin he stopped me, back facing him, and grabbed my hips. My hand fell leisurely back, brushing across his hair. Then his ear, and resting finally on his neck.
I could hear his breathing in my ear, and suddenly became aware the door was wide open. Anyone could walk by and catch us in this simple, yet sensual state. He pushed me forward slightly, noticing my brief pause. He could always read me so well. I heard the door close, and felt the warmth of his body leave mine. My arms fell limp to my side, and I could hear the thump of my heart in my ears.
“Baby..” His drawl was slow and deliberate, sending shivers down my spine. “You look so…” His voice trails off and I’m still, anticipating his every move. “…fucking hot.” He groans under his breath and I know all too well what the sound means.
We’re not leaving. I should be upset that I took the time to get ready, but the feeling stirring in my stomach isn’t. He presses himself against me again and I can feel his dick press into my back through his slacks. A soft moan escapes my lips as his hand creeps around to palm at one of my breasts. I feel his other creep around my waist, lifting my dress. His finger slides up my hip, and I already feel like I can’t take it anymore. My eyes flutter closed, losing myself in his touch. I lean my head back on his shoulder and before I know it his hands are gone.
I whimper quietly, frustration setting in early. He chuckles grabbing my hand, and pulling me towards my bedroom door. Instead of opening it, he turns me around at break neck pace. Before I can think, my back is pressed against the cool wood. His hands grip my waist firmly as his mouth covers mine. His lips are so hot that they almost burn. HIs tongue slips into my mouth, immediatley dominating my own. His lips tear away from mine, leaving mine feeling bruised and alone. He starts a slow attack on my neck, down to my cleavage. He’s nipping and licking surely leaving marks behind. I don’t mind though. I’d pay him back later.
The door opens behind me, but before I fall he pulls me into his body. I lift my knee brushing against his manhood hoping to get something out of him. His groan is so low that I almost didnt hear it. He pushes me back until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sit softly eying him up and down. Drinking in the sight of him. He kneels before me and his hands flex out grabbing my right foot. His touch is light, and gentle as he slides off my shoe. He kisses the top of my foot softly. Then my ankle, and up my calf. He stops just below my dress, and I’m sure he can smell my arousal.
He repeats this on the other foot, and I’m practically putty. He could always make me feel things I never thought possible. A kiss to your foot shouldn’t feel so good. I’m pulled from my thought at the sound of a loosened belt. My eyes dart forward face to face with his veiny arms, as they help him out of his pants. I lick my bottom lip, and reach my foot out to brush against his leg.
“Don’t…” His voice is guttaral, and commanding. “Just watch.” He slides his pants the rest of the way down, stepping over them gingerly. I lick my bottom lip, and reached my foot out to brush against his leg.
“Don’t….” His voice is guttural, and commanding. “Just watch.” He slides his pants the rest of the way down, stepping over them gingerly.
I gulp seeing the small wet stain on his gray boxer briefs. My hand reaches out to grab the waist band when I feel a swat to my hand. His eyes say I told you. And I immediately bow my head in shame. He pulls his shirt over his head and I can’t help but look up to follow the sharp lines of his tattoo. It stood dark and pronounced against his beautiful chocolate like skin. He towers over me, a hand lightly gripping my neck and tilting my chin upwards. He takes my lips in the most aggressive, pleasurable kiss that I’ve had. He pulls back, biting my lip harshly. His other hand goes behind me finding the zipper of my dress.
I feel it pool at my feet as he tells me to roll over. I already know what’s coming. His hand presses me firmly down on the mattress, my nose being forced to breath in slow shallow breaths. He palms my cheek gently before a rough slap sounds throughout the room. “Count for me, baby.”
“One.” Slap. “Two.” Slap.
I make it to 10 and my eyes are watering from the pain. I hear him rummaging through the drawer next to my bed and I wait still. Not sure if moving will earn me another hit. His fingers brush lightly across the small of my back before I feel my panties slide down. I lift my hops making it easier for him. In doing so a breeze hits my pussy and I moan softly into the sheets.
“I love when you make those sounds for me, kitten. Let me hear it again.” As he says this his finger brushed between my lips. I hold in my moan though. I know what this will get me. He slides his finger inside me slowly. “Are you really going to play this game?” His finger slides out. And in. And out. He rolls me over putting my boobs on full display. His fingers are glistening in the low light and I watch as they inch closer to my face.
I open my mouth already savoring the taste of myself. My lips wrap around his fingers sensually, taking my time as my tongue swirls one way and then the other. He removes them once he’s satisfied and bends down to take one of my nipples in his mouth. His teeth slide over it, creating a peak for him to suck harder on. I moan, thrusting my hips up to him, wanting to feel him inside of me.
“So impatient. ” He whispers against my skin. He kisses down to my navel. And then along my public bone, and inside of my thighs. Just missing the area that I need him most. I push myself lower, feeling his breath against my warmth. That feeling alone is enough to make me clench my thighs.