by Dark Angel
"You get what you wanted?" she asks with the hint of a smile. She saunters over to the table, swinging her hips suggestively and places the flowers down. " It's just you and me,” she says with a wicked smile. “Whatever shall we do?"
I think for a moment, and without hesitation say, "Besides doing you, I don't know."
"That's bold," she replies, "but I like a man who knows what he wants."
This spurs me on. I step closer to her and touch her hair, and then her shoulders, one at a time. Her dress hangs just below her shoulders, so I touch the exposed skin. My other hand brushes against her thigh. "You're so beautiful," I say. "I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since our first meeting at your office, I knew I needed you."
"Well, aren't you just the bleeding heart romantic," she says dismissively. "The roses, the accolades—what's next?"
I place my hands on her face and look into her eyes, trying to break through her cold exterior. "I mean it. I've never met a woman like you before."
For some reason, that does it. I finally have her attention. I can see the pulse in her neck flutter and quicken. I lean in, slowly brushing my lips against hers, and then her lips part. She opens her mouth to take me in, our tongues mingling and exploring, and pressing against one another. The warmth of her tongue against mine is intoxicating. She bites my bottom lip and I run my fingers through her hair, breathing in her scent deeply. I grab a fistful of her blonde locks and use it to pull her head back, I expose her throat. I kiss her vulnerable neck, traveling with my mouth upwards until I’m back at her lips. I press my mouth into hers hard. My cock stiffens. I want to hold her breasts in my hands, I want to touch the small of her back and touch her perfect ass. I want to know what she feels like in the secret inner spaces of her thighs.
She pulls back and looks into my eyes. I think her gaze could melt me into a puddle at her feet. She then leans back in with her arms wrapped around my shoulders and whispered, "Would you like to stay here tonight?"
My heart thumps. I touch her hair, and whisper back into her ear, "Do you want me to?" I then run my tongue across the ridges of her ear and she shudders.
"My couch pulls out, but I don't," she says with a sinful, wicked grin.
Julianna
Ethan Blake - now this is a man that hates losing more than anything. On and off the field.
If it were anyone else showing up at my place, I’d be calling security in a heartbeat. But with Ethan… Let’s just say the moment I saw him I had to throw Matt - or Mike or whatever his name was - out. Opening the door and seeing Ethan’s soulful eyes, his strong frame towering over me, I knew I had to have him.
Colt won the scrimmage, yes, but Ethan has just pulled the rug out from under his feet. Having him so close to me, his lips on my skin, his chiseled muscles begging for me to touch them, I know who’s won the first round.
I want him. I want him really bad. And, like everything that I want, I’m going to have him.
Do you doubt me?
Good.
“Come here,” I whisper, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into me. He grins, delight and desire painting his face, and comes willingly. He rests his big hands on my waist and, the moment he leans into me and kisses me once more, I close my eyes and let go.
We’ve just kissed and I already know this is going to be good. For a man as imposing as him, he’s actually more than a good kisser. I tilt my head to the side, pulling him closer and pressing my mouth harder against his. I part my lips and slip my tongue inside his mouth, a whirlwind of lust dancing inside my head.
I exhale sharply as, still grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the door. His fingers dart to my wrists and he lifts my arms up over my head.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw you,” he says, his brown eyes filled with desire. I have no doubt about what he just said - I’m pretty sure he actually thought of this the first time he laid eyes on me. Each word that tumbles out of his mouth makes me want him more, boiling blood traveling through my veins and raising hell between my thighs. My panties are drenched, my juices soaking them in a way that hasn’t happened for a long, long time. Sure, I have my urges and I sate them with a hefty dosage of men and sex whenever I want to, but this is something entirely different. This is raw desire in its purest and most violent form.
“I know,” I whisper, a smile pregnant with anticipation dawning on my lips. He doesn’t know it yet, but after I’m done with him, he won’t be able to look at any other woman the same way.
I throw my head back, baring my neck to him, and he savors my skin with gentle kisses. I pant each time his lips touch me, a gentle fog of pleasure blanketing my mind. I get out of his hold with cat like movements, freeing my hands and taking them to his shirt, my frantic fingers popping button after button. I untuck his shirt then and, almost with a growl, I press the open palm of my hands on his pectorals, feeling the iron and steel of a rare breed of men under my fingertips.
Ethan presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin sending a shiver down my spine, and then grabs a handful of hair on the nape of my neck. Holding my head, he presses his mouth against mine; fireworks go off behind my eyelids as we kiss savagely, our tongues dancing and fighting against each other with abandonment.
Still kissing me, he takes his hand and lets it slide down my side, then makes it climb up my inner thigh. I shudder as I feel his long fingers on my skin, my hips unconsciously bucking against him. He brushes one finger over my thong, long flames of pleasure darting through my body as he does it; I rock my hips against him, trying to have him press his hand against my pussy. He doesn’t relent, though, taking his time and slowly brushing his finger over the fabric of my thong and my aching pussy.
Clearly, he has no idea about who’s actually in charge.
I pull back from him and, grabbing the hem of my skirt, I hike it up to my waist. I curl my fingers around his wrist and make him press his hand against my pussy. He relents, submitting to my own pace. With a growl, he takes his fingers to my thighs and pushes on my thong, sending it down my legs. I bite my lower lip as I feel it sliding down, and I step out of it eagerly, kicking it with my heels to a faraway corner.
I exhale sharply, his fingertips caressing my labia with a maddening gentleness. Still grabbing his wrist, I allow him to keep his soft rhythm and slowly drive me to the edge with his touch. And damn, I love it. Why rush into things?
He traces the contour of my pussy with one single finger, carefully avoiding my clit. I sway my hips, but he takes his other hand and holds me in place by the hips. Slowly parting my labia, he takes his finger all the way up my crevice, and only then does he brush his fingertip against my clitoris. And, God, the moment he does it… It’s almost too perfect. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, surrendering to the sparks of electricity that fly inside my body as he gently rubs my clit.
Then, before I can even moan, he opens his hand and presses it hard between my thighs. I snap my legs shut by instinct, trapping his hand there as he flicks one finger against my labia. I open my mouth and sigh in frenzied delight as I feel his finger sliding inside of me; he takes it all the way, curling it upwards and pressing his fingertip against my G-spot. He rubs me there, drowning my brain into pleasure. When he slides one more finger inside of me, I can’t stop myself from moaning - I open my mouth and let a high-pitched cry of pleasure fall from my lips, my skin prickling as I do it.
With two fingers pressed deep inside of me, softly rubbing against my inner sanctum, he presses his thumb right above my clit. I don’t know how he does it, but his touch simply takes hold of my mind and sends all my thoughts spiraling down into an avalanche of pleasure. I moan between my gritted teeth, my pussy tightening around his fingers as I come.
I’m still shaking from the orgasm when he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, with both hands, grabs my blouse and pulls it over my head. I lift my arms up as he undresses me, the fabric caressing my s
kin on the way out. I turn around then, and he pins me against the wall, his chest pressed against my back. He starts unclasping my bra, his fingers pulling the straps down my shoulders and, in an instant, I’m grabbing it and throwing it to the floor.
I jut my ass back at him, pressing it against his body, and I have to close my eyes as I feel the hardness he hides in his crotch. Swaying my hips from side to side, I grab my skirt, keeping it up on my waist, and grind against his cock as hard as I can. He pulls back before I can complain, though, his hand darting to my skirt and tugging on it with hurried movements; I press my legs together as he pulls it down my legs. His fingers slide down my calves and go over to the straps in my heels.
“No. They stay on,” I tell him. Looking over my shoulder at him, I see him get up, a grin on his face.
“Heels on it is,” he whispers in my ear.
With his chest on my back, the outline of his perfectly carved muscles pressed against my skin, I start rocking my ass against him once again. I dart my hands back and, even though I can’t see what I’m doing, I let desire be my guide: I unbuckle his belt and pull it out, my fingers unbuttoning his pants with an eagerness I hadn’t felt in a long time. Zipping down his fly, I let the bulging inside his boxer briefs push against my ass, its thickness resting against my crack in a way that makes me grow even wetter.
I allow my unconscious mind to take charge and I turn to Ethan, his eyes falling on my breasts. He grabs them eagerly, his fingers cupping the softness of my flesh as he leans into me, his parted lips engulfing one hard tip as his tongue softly flicks against it.
My hands fall down the side of his body and I push on his pants, sending them down his legs; taking the hint, he kicks off his shoes and removes his trousers as I pull his open shirt down his arms. I put both my hands on his chest and push him back hard, just enough so that I can take in the sight of the perfect man right in front of me. God certainly went above and beyond duty the moment he decided to sculpt Ethan into existence.
He pushes against my hands, but I hold him in place, a smirk on my lips. I want to take my time.
My eyes wander down from his face to his chest, the ridges between his abdominals almost making me salivate, and then settle into the long shape that tents his underwear. I take my hand there, curling my fingers around it as my heart keeps racing faster. With his pulsing cock in my hand, I’m hit by the sudden desire to show Ethan the kind of pleasure a real woman can give to a man. I don’t even have to think twice about it: I’m on my knees before my brain even has the time to second guess itself...
I look up at Ethan, a devious grin of anticipation on his lips. Just the way I like it. I lean forwards, tilting my head to the side and laying my lips over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I feel his thick shape becoming even harder, straining against the fabric that holds it, and I start sucking on it over the boxer briefs. I close my eyes then, Ethan’s hands resting on the top of my head. Cupping his balls with one hand, I start sucking harder as I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers, slightly pulling them down, just enough for a faint tan line to reveal itself.
I know he can barely wait - he wants me to pull his boxers down, for me to take his cock in my mouth with eagerness and anxiety of an inexperienced virgin. But, lucky for him, that’s not me. I tease him hard, wanting to prolong his razor thin edge of anticipation. Inch by slow inch, I pull his boxer briefs down, Ethan grabbing my hair harder with each teasing movement of my fingers.
I keep teasing him to no end, my fingers softly brushing against his shape. Then, when he least expects it, I push his boxer briefs down with a jerking motion, his cock springing free with a brutish eagerness.
It’s simply massive. I’ve felt it with my hand and with my mouth, but seeing it now, so dangerously close to my lips, it becomes real. A shiver goes up and down my spine as I imagine me guiding his menacingly thick cock between my thighs, his fat head pushing my labia aside as he rams it inside me.
God, I want to devour him.
Grabbing his cock harshly, I lean into him and wrap my lips around his glans, sucking and savoring the saltiness of his member. He tastes like a man should: raw and brimming with testosterone. I open my mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide deep inside of my mouth as I lean forwards. I go as deep as I can, realizing that I had never felt a cock as big as his rolling over my tongue. How is it even possible for him to be so perfect? Was his DNA carefully engineered in some laboratory hell bent on the creation of the perfect man? No, a man like this can’t be engineered... Because he isn’t a man: he’s a miracle, a God among man.
Hitting my breaking point, I pull back out. Then, firmly grabbing his cock by the root, I start bobbing my head, his length going in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. He tries to guide me with his hands, but I keep my own rhythm - soon, he realizes that I need no guidance, the rhythm of my mouth on his shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury.
Pulling back out again, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; I start stroking him then, my eyes never leaving his. There’s a fire raging inside of me, and I’m going to let it consume Ethan...
I grab his hand and stand up; I do it fast, my hand leaving his cock and resting on his chest. With the Devil’s smile on my lips, I take one step forward as I push him back. I keep walking, guiding him across the living room until the back of his knees meet the edge of my leather couch; one final push and he falls back, sitting down. I climb on top of him but, instead of guiding his cock inside of me here and now, I decide I still want more first.
I roll to the side, moving fast as a wild predator, and lay down as I push him towards me. He grins, taking the hint; he places both his hands on my knees and parts my legs, positioning himself between my thighs.
“Now I want to see what you can do…” I tell him, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, he does love a challenge.
Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue, then sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.
Oh, I want this bad. Laying down on the couch, right between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. After my teasing remark, I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... and hell, that sounds just right.
I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.
With the gentleness of a man that knows his way around a woman’s body, he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my labia in a downwards line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.
Oh, this is a nice start. I want more.
I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. The man is made of muscles, each one of them brimming with power. I might be a strong woman, but I’m no match for his imposing body. In fact, I doubt anyone but Colt could match him. The two of them are simply one step above all other mortals.
But I do I care about that? No. So I take my other hand and hook all of my fingers on his hair like briar thorns, all while I thrust my hips upward. A grin dawns on my lips as I feel his lips on me - I always get what I want.
He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue; then he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with such an intensity that I arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untameable pleasure that permeates me to run free.
Relentless, Ethan eats me out as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the whole universe. Although the man he’s as obsessed about football as anyone could get, I can say with certainty that the game is the last thing on his mind this very minute.
I sway my hips up down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the cadence of my body. H
e keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind completely obliterated by the ferocity of his kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.
I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, my moaning turning into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.
It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.
I’m not one to get tired easily, but if we keep going like this I’ll end up sore and exhausted. Does it seem like I’m complaining? Because I’m not - I’ve been dying to have a man making me feel sore and exhausted. Well, I finally got exactly what I wanted. And, to be completely honest, I don’t think Ethan’s going to be sore-free tomorrow either.
