“What are you doing?” he asked, and I realized he was smiling while doing so. He wasn’t angry that I’d done something bold, something that switched the power dynamic between us.
“Dirtying you,” I said.
The smile never left his lips or his eyes as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. As I slid them down, his cock sprang free to point straight at the ceiling.
With a smile, I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue across his cock. “Yum.”
“Fuck, Clara,” he moaned as his head fell back in sheer ecstasy.
I smiled as I continued to tug his pants down his legs, taking a moment to remove his shoes and socks before pulling them completely off and tossing them aside.
“Now, where was I?” I teased, my fingertips lightly walking their way up his legs. His cock jerked, and I watched his grip tighten on the bedspread beneath him. There was an intense tremble within him, one that meant he was completely under my control, and that sent a swirling passion through my veins.
I took my time, giving his skin the lightest of scratches as I continued my journey up his body, enjoying the way he squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure. Then, to let him really see where I was going with my seduction, I ran light kisses all over his cock, covering every square inch. The mere feeling of my breath and my mouth upon him, seemed to drive him wild, so by the time I wrapped my lips around him and took him back in my throat, while flicking my tongue all over him, I could sense he was about to lose control. Precum coated my tongue, and I purred against his hardened dick, enjoying the musky scent and taste of this man.
He tugged on my arms, and, when I mewled, he ignored it and tugged harder. With a sigh, I let his delicious length pop from my lips and allowed him to grab me and pull me onto his lap where we could start kissing once more. His mouth was all over mine, and his cock was teasing my entrance, causing me to grow hotter by the second.
I needed him. I needed him right now, and from the guttural groan that burst from his chest, it seemed he needed me just as much.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out.
He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and those wonderful, magical fingers found my core again.
“Alek!” I squealed, bowing up as they slapped against my wet pussy.
“Naughty girls get their pussy spanked,” he said, each word punctuated with its own swat against very sensitive, very needy flesh.
Then he began to truly drive me wild by nibbling along my inner thighs, giving a gentle kiss and a smack at the same time. It was a combination of pain and pleasure I was sure would drive me insane. He didn’t ask me to beg… he didn’t have to. All on my own, I began to plead.
“Please… please… please,” I chanted my new mantra, my head thrashing, the muscles in my belly quivering, my core swelling and growing wetter with every moment he refused my heartfelt plea. “You’re killing me!” I cried.
I’d never heard of a woman expiring in the middle of the most mind-blowing scene she’d ever experienced, but I could very well be the first.
Grabbing his hair, I said, “I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to self-fucking-combust!”
“We can’t have that now, can we?”
Finally, after what felt like forever while he found protection, and after handing the condom to me to do the honors, he made his move. He thrust hard into me, causing me to wrap my arms even tighter around his neck, clinging on for dear life.
As Alek moved inside me, hitting all of the right spots, I felt like I was floating to cloud nine. My body trembled, flooding with desire, and I could already feel those intense waves starting to crash over me, sending me straight into the abyss of sheer joy.
“I’m going to come!”
With that, Alek picked me up and threw me back farther onto the bed where he could thrust more powerfully within me. I grabbed onto him. His hands ran everywhere all over me, and it wasn’t long until I was fully shuddering, bucking, screaming out as I released.
Almost at the same instant, Alek lost himself to the sensations as well. At that moment, as his face contorted with pleasure, I felt a rush of even more intense feelings emerge for this man.
As we lay next to one another on the bed, panting happily, our limbs intertwined, I was tempted to ask him where his head was at when it came to me. But I didn’t ask him because I was afraid. I had no fear he didn’t agree the sexual chemistry between us was off the charts. I was scared to hear that maybe he thought I was a great lay but too damaged to really consider girlfriend material.