“Now… I want it now,” I say.
A wicked smile dances across his lips and I get the feeling he knows what I’m going to ask for.
“Very well then, you may have it now Giselle. What would you like?”
“You,” I answer and he smoothes his hand back up to cup my chin. “I want you.”
“Be careful, Giselle St. John. Your eyes give you away. Be careful of what you ask for. A good girl like you shouldn’t want a devil like me,” he chuckles deep and low, but I see something flash in the depths of his eyes that holds my attention. It’s… longing. Something more than the lust, desire, need and want.
I see longing like he might want me to want him too, but his warning has thrown me.
“What if I want you the same way you want me?”
“In what ways do you want me, Giselle?”
“I want to taste you, to own you too… I want you to be mine completely too, tonight.”
The look in his eyes intensifies noticeably, and he leans closer to me. “Yes. You have me… ladies first.” He releases me and takes a step back.
Me first… oh my.
He’s passed me the ball and I get to decide what happens next. It feels like we’re actually on a playing ground. Or in the playroom.
I step forward, closing the space between us, allowing my body and inner desires to guide me.
Tonight is about greed and lust. That means my body has to do the talking for me. The gorgeous man in front of me is what I want, and he just gave himself to me to live out the start of a fantasy that’s been brewing since I first laid my eyes on him.
First, I pull his shirt from the waistband of his pants and start undoing the buttons, one after the other from top to bottom, until the soft cotton lays open on either side. Smiling to myself, I back it off down his wide powerful shoulders and push it down, watching it float over his elbows and drift down to the stone floor.
He stands there and allows me to take charge, his eyes now drinking me in with raw desire. His stare make my nipples pebble
and I can’t wait to feel his mouth on me.
I make my way down to his belt buckle and undo the belt, then the zipper on his fly. A ripple runs through me when his pants slink down his long, athletic legs revealing the enormous bulge of his cock pressing against his Calvin Kline boxers.
He helps me out by stepping out of his shoes and socks, but stops at that, leaving his boxers on and I’m glad because he looks like a walking advert for the brand. Like he could have easily stepped off the billboard. I want to savor the look of him like this for a few seconds and seal it to my memory.
I want to remember this picture of him. Him with his cock bulging against the cotton of his boxers, erect for me.
Time for part two of this vision. A cocky grin forms on his face accentuating the perfect angles of his jaw when I tug on the waistband of his boxers and push it down allowing the thick length of his cock to spring free. He steps out of his boxers, and now he’s naked before me.
I could see this man a million times and still my mouth would water at the sight of him. I admit he does look better and better, but I think it’s more the case of that I can’t get enough of him.
He’s standing here naked before me and the vision is now complete. My eyes roam over his body, exploring him. From the top of his head, the masterpiece his face is, the perfection of his V-shaped torso inked with those tats and the dark happy trail that runs from his navel down to his cock. My eyes shift to his legs, lean with rippling muscles the way you imagine on a Greek god or a Viking.
I absolutely take pleasure in the moment of walking around him too, the same way he does me, looking over his sexy as fuck ass and the tattoo of a red dragon that covers his whole back.
On to the last part of my fantasy. It’s not the first time I’ve done this but it’s the only thing I can do to him that makes me feel like I own him, like he really is mine and belongs to me.
When I get back to the front of him and face him I drop to my knees and take his cock into my hands.
His eyes rake boldly over me as I do so, roving over me with that dark desire, then molten heat as I lick over the tip of the fat head like I’m licking a lollipop.
“Are you sure that’s not more for my benefit than yours?” he asks.
“No, you just get to come along for the ride.” I hear myself say.
If I was by myself I’d be jumping up and down because I definitely just scored points for being the confident, sexy, and daring woman I want to be.