by Alexis Angel
“You’re safe now,” he whispers with a nod, and I realize he’s about to bolt on me. I don’t even think, I just react: I reach for his arm and grab him, turning my hand into a claw and digging my fingers into his rock-hard bicep.
“Wait, uh,” I stammer, trying to think of something that won’t make me look like a desperate fool. Something that makes him get inside the apartment. Yup, I’m doing this. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how… All I know is that I’m doing it. My body demands it. “Could you… uhh… Check the apartment, maybe? I’m still a bit frightened. I’d feel safer if you checked it out, please.”
His body responds to the word safer, straightening up as if he’s standing at parade attention, and he just looks at me and nods. He takes one slow but sure step inside my apartment, slowly turning his neck as he scans my living room, and then he starts ambling down the hallway cautiously.
You’re crazy, girl, that rational side of me tells me, and it continues to speak before I can shut it up. You barely know him and, besides, your bedroom is a mess. You left your dirty underwear on the bed, remember?
But I don’t listen to brain. Instead I look at this ex-SEAL’s ass. Brain can think whatever it wants.
I stand in the middle of the living room as he checks room after room, taking much longer than I expected. He really took it to heart when I said I needed him to check my apartment so that I could feel safer.
Hot and protective, what are you waiting for, babe? I hear that devious whisper inside my mind and, reacting unconsciously, I take both my hands to my shoulders and peel off the straps of my dress, the fabric drooping over my breasts and revealing the outer edge of my bra. Swaying my hips from side to side, I hook my thumbs on the dress and push it down, bunching it around my waist; one harsher tug and the fabric slides down my legs easily, pooling around my feet.
Well, I guess that’s a clear cut victory for my wild side.
Standing only in high heels and lingerie, I wait for him to come out of my bedroom, my heart feeling like a hand grenade inside my chest. I’m excited, anxious, afraid, and God knows what else - there’s a cocktail of emotions raging inside of me, and it’s making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“What are you doing?” He asks me as he steps out from the bedroom, his eyes widening as they land on my half-naked body. I notice a hard (and very, very long) shape tenting up his jeans, and I become so wet that I feel my fluids starting to drip down my inner thighs.
“Preparing your reward,” I whisper, taking one sure step toward him. He takes one step back, hitting the wall, and I keep moving toward him defiantly.
“I don’t think --” he starts, but I hush him by placing my index finger over his lips.
“That’s right, don’t think. Just come and take your reward,” I whisper, one mischievous grin dancing on my lips.
I have no idea what I’m doing but, hell, it feels good.
35
Stacy
Standing in front of Sanders with just my bra and thong, I don't care how it sounds, I know I look damn good. I work out enough, I should look this good.
The look in Sanders's eyes? That confirms everything I thought and then some. He's no doubt a powerful man who could have his way with me. I've dangled the prospect of a reward in front of him, and he looks very enthused to take it.
Still, I see a war in his eyes. It can't be about me. Those sensual eyes are combing over every exposed inch of my skin and they like what they see. No, this is something else.
"I really do want to thank you," I say, my voice so light I wonder if he can even hear me.
He cocks his head. Sanders heard me.
"I really do want you," I say, my voice a little louder now.
"I want you, too," Sanders says. The conflict in his eyes travels to his voice, but he closes the distance between us.
Capturing my wrists behind my back, he uses one hand to still me. Slowly, sensually, he drops down to his knees as he releases my hands.
I grip his shoulders with my palms and step out of my shoes.
This, of course, in his world is the opportunity for him to sweep me up over his shoulder and carry me toward the bedroom. It doesn't matter that I have only just invited him up and he doesn't know the place. He has no trouble figuring out where my bed is since you know, he just checked every room and all. Sitting me down on it, his eyes capture mine.
Where there was conflict, there is now only lust...and need. There's something behind his eyes that I don't quite understand. But there's a gentle, yet insistent way that his hands entangle my hair and clasp to the back of my head when he pulls me in for a kiss.
I watch his eyes close for a moment. I sigh a little in wonder of what is going on in his mind. Plenty of guys would have jumped me right away, as much of an opening as I gave him. This is a clear cut invitation to fuck me. And he doesn't seem to have other plans. But I wish I knew what was on Sanders's mine, nonetheless.
Closing my eyes, I feel his lips close over mine.
His lips press together and kiss mine, and this is not a gentle kiss. It is passionate, needy, and I’m overwhelmed with how much need Sanders can bring to what could have been a simple peck. The need in him is stoking the fires of need within me.
Sanders runs his tongue over the seam of my lips.
I part my mouth to allow his tongue entry.
The velvet warmth slides into my mouth and caresses my own tongue.
Our kiss deepens. I forget everything and my whole body is about this kiss.
Then, he trails one hand down my spine until he undoes my bra with what seems like a quick touch. Sanders may not have jumped into bed with me right away but he knows exactly what he's doing. Sanders kisses me like I'm the only thing in the world, as if kissing me is all he wants to do and has ever wanted.
It is literally breathtaking. I'm inhaling him. He's so masculine, a spiced, woodsy scent to him that makes me curious what other parts of him are going to taste like. After the way he's kissing me, I know that I want to take my chance to show him every little trick in my repertoire.
And, god.
If the man kisses like this? Imagine what his mouth is like anywhere else.
As if Sanders can read my mind, he lays me back against the bed and looks into my eyes.
My mouth will be bruised from the intensity of the kiss. My lips sting in the absence of his, and my hand unconsciously goes up to touch them. No one has ever kissed me like that before. A tiny voice in my head is wondering if anyone else ever will kiss me like that again.
And this was supposed to be his reward!
Sanders closes a hand over my bra and yanks it off, tossing it off in the other direction, behind him, without a care.
The air on my skin gives me a chill. I lick my lips in anticipation of what else Sanders might be about to do to my body. I would have been down for a quick fuck is nothing compared to this. Not the way he makes my body feel.
Sanders growls (yes, growls) as his mouth comes to my jawline. His hands close over my breasts, cupping them.
My hands reach out and grasp the sheets.
Sanders kisses a line of kisses down my jaw, down my neck, and to the valley between my breasts. He licks me with that warm, wet velvet tongue, arousing my skin further.
Every little hair on my body stands on edge. My nipples pebble up in his hands and runs his palms over them, then squeezes them lightly. I arch my back and gasp at the sensation. It is like the intensity of his every touch is more intense than anything I have ever felt.
A low, thrumming need vibrates through my pulse. I didn't realize my eyes were squeezed shut until I release them and when I look at him, I see him bringing his mouth to one of my breasts. The now free hand trails down to my belly and strokes my skin there almost like he doesn't realize that he's still touching me with that hand, drawing lazy circles and needless patterns over my tummy that's taut with need. Pressure building inside me, heat pooling within me. When his warm mouth closes
over my breast, I feel a flood of moisture in my panties. His tongue slowly swirls around my nipple and I gasp. I'm so aroused in this moment. I have never felt so needy during foreplay, not like this.
The deliberate and slow way that he touches me makes me feel...okay this is dumb but I seriously feel like he treats me like a princess. Who knew that there were real life guys like this? I've been slumming it with horn dogs and perv bags. Or at the very least, men who's tongues don't feel like they're altering the pull of gravity and plummeting heaven down to earth.
Seriously, his tongue works over my nipple and I am moaning. Like, real moaning in a loud and needy way.
Sanders releases that nipple and moves to the other, and his other hand starts stroking over the wet vee of my panties.
"Stacy, you need me, don't you, on that wet pussy of yours?" Sanders growls against my skin, the purr bringing a vibration to my nipple. He captures it in his teeth and I let out a long, insistent moan.
"Yes, oh, god, you said on," I say, grinning stupidly.
Sanders lets out a hearty chuckle that rumbles through his body, and on my own. "Yeah." His hand dips into my panties. "I wanna taste you, Stacy," he says, hot breath over my wet nipple making me tingle. "I want you coming all over my face before I even slide a finger inside that pussy." His fingers tease through my folds, long, wide fingers working through the moisture that's made my pussy slick with need.
I have no doubt that just that tongue could kill me with a thousand orgasms, and just the thought is making my clit twitch. His palm against my clit makes me grind my hips, humping up against his hand with lust and need. I'm aching for him to touch my pussy more. Not this teasing! How am I supposed to take any more of this and not scream?
Sanders swirls his tongue over my hard nipple and groans against my skin, then releases my nipple. His mouth nibbles down until he reaches my panties. He hooks both thumbs in and pulls them down. I wiggle out of them for him, helping him get me naked as soon as possible.
His eyes look up into mine as he lowers his face there. Sanders grasps my hands, interlocking our fingers and holding me tight.
When his mouth hits my pussy, I'll be the one doing the squeezing.
Without breaking our eye contact, Sanders brings out his tongue and takes the flat, wide length of it out, hovering over my pussy. Dropping the underside to rest on my folds for just a second, Sanders draws his tongue down and then rolls it back up.
My eyes close in ecstasy. I'm squeezing his hands all right, and wriggling beneath him.
His tongue is sliding over me, taking in every drop of moisture my arousal created on my pussy, and creating even more with the way he's touching me. He shakes his face over my pussy and gets right at my clit, his tongue delving in with a gentle, but insistent, point.
I bite my lip. A scream builds in my throat, needing to shout out in reaction to this intense pleasure that he's giving me.
His tongue glides over my clit, touching it just enough to make me whimper with a begging need.
Sanders wiggles his face over my pussy, his tongue and lips touching every inch of me and then returning to kiss around my clit so softly I'm trembling for him.
I shake my own hips under him, desperate to do something to aid the budding pressure within me. Agony and ecstasy contort my face and tense every muscle in my body.
Sanders closes his mouth over my clit.
The suction on my clit draws every nerve in my body to be extensions of that sensation. A burbling wave of pleasure boils through me in every vein, all through my body. Heat floods my core and makes me shudder. Rolling waves course through me, each wave set off by his tongue as it pleases me.
Whimpering, groaning, crying out, I feel that all building within me to the point of orgasm. I rock against his face, ready to let go and feel what's happening. My hands squeeze his with a death grip.
Sanders squeezes back and suckles on my clit like nothing I have ever felt before. The raging intensity of pleasure in my body crests with every touch. The rise and fall of my breath heightens each sensation. Coming harder than I ever have in my life, my legs spasm like I'm having some sort of seizure. My senses collide into a kaleidoscope of sensation. I taste the summer in my mouth, hear the sounds of my moaning, scent the sex in the air, feel his face pressed so intimately into my body's pleasure center. My nipples ache, my stomach burns with molten heat. My throat is raw from the screams that are tearing out in whimpers and groans. The air is filled with the scent, and the slick sound of his face on my pussy brings me back to life as he goes back to licking the folds of my pussy to square off the intense pleasure he's created. My clit is so sensitive right now, I'm grateful. But the lust crazed part of me wants to bring our joined hands down and press him back on my pussy.
If his mouth can do this, what will his cock do to me?
Reality crashes back around me, settling me in the tides I'd been following in my relentless pursuit of my orgasm. Sanders is not even naked. I haven't seen what he's packing, but I'm certain it is serious heat. He must be more than ready for fucking, and I need to show him just how good he made my pussy feel. I'm in the mood for showing just how much commitment I have to this night being his reward. I want to suck his cock until his eyes roll back in his head and he's coming in my face. More accurately, down my throat. I'll take a creamy throat pop now for my own exertions. No one said a princess had to be totally selfless.
Releasing my firm grasp on Sanders, I pull my hands away and press them to his chest. I run my fingers across the cotton of his shirt.
He looks up at me, and he looks almost more like a weapon than a man, so focused on his goal. I know what that goal is before I look down. But that trouser monster there, his huge cock tenting up his pants? I know what he wants.
"Let me show you how much I appreciate those gold star oral skills," I say with a grin.
"I wanna fuck that sweet pussy," Sanders says in a low voice.
I'm not the type to take no for an answer.
"Thanks, and you will...but first, I want to taste what you're packing," I tell him, licking my lips. I reach out for his belt but he moves my hands away
Stepping back, he pulls off his belt with a snap. Sanders drops it on the ground. He steps out of his shoes, removes his socks. Sanders pulls off his shirt with one hand at the nape of his neck. His pants are off. I get exactly two seconds to take in every chiseled, alpha male inch of him before my eyes zero in on my target.
A throbbing, purple-headed, healthily veined, massive offering of man meat locked and loaded and getting pressed through his fist in slow pumps. Christ, I am going to destroy my throat to take every inch of that cock, and I'm going to love every minute of it.
I get up on my knees and I start toward him, stalking forward like a dirty little kitty. I can't wait to lick up his cream.
"Fuck, I do wanna feel my cock inside that hot little mouth," Sanders says. He tucks back a strand of my hair, then gathers my hair up into a makeshift blowjob ponytail, or as I like to think of it, the handle.
I gather up spit in my mouth and swish it around until I'm ready to foam at the mouth, and I take the head in, getting it really wet, and then suck up more and more inches of that cock. I gag a little as we go deeper, but when his cock slides deep enough it is bulging in my throat, I focus on swallowing and sucking and I've got this. I will not be conquered by a massive cock, hell no! It gets to come, but I'm here to service him as damn well best as I can. I suck him deep, pressing my nose to his stomach. I bring my hands to his balls and stroke them. I plan to give them their own licks, too, but I want to be able to suck him really deep first. I have to admit, I was pretty damn proud when I felt his cock go down my throat. Even more proud when my nose pressed against his stomach.
Now? Sanders is moaning low and deep, a rumble building in him in response to my touch. That's what satisfies more than just about anything I've done in my life. Sorry, fantastic career, but you've never made me feel quite as good as this footlong does. And this is jus
t the beginning. Well, a very long beginning.
I bob my head up and down and start pulling him out and sucking him back in with long strokes.
Sanders lets out a long string of expletives as I do this with increasing speed. I mean, that means a girl needs to keep it up and go even faster, right? I do my damnedest to suck up every inch of that magically delicious meat pole, sucking him tight in my mouth. Swallowing him deep in my throat. And doing the elegant, dick-sucking lady's version of slobbering all over the full length. Holy hell, taking him in my mouth and deep into my throat feels so damn good. My pussy is practically crying, downright sobbing, at the idea of him sinking into me. I can't wait to feel this cock bottom out in me, balls slapping against me and cock pumping into me. Because Sanders has a cock that is almost too good to be true.
I mean, I have to say almost because it is so far down my throat it could be tickling my pussy from there.
"Fuck, if you don't stop, I'm going to blow right down that tight throat of yours," Sanders says.
I pop his cock out of my mouth with a wet sound, stroking it with two hands so I can respond without missing a beat. A stroke. A pump. you know what I mean. "As long as you can go again, and fuck my pussy after that, I don't see that as a problem. More of a perk," I say with a giggle. What can I say, Sanders brings out the cock-loving princess in me. I'm downright giddy with this cunting trophy in my hand. Ahem, well, it will be buried deep in my lady parts soon enough, but any pussy would be so grateful to have this gargantuan offering filling it up.
His hands jerk up my head, as he's still gripping my hair, and he has me looking him in the eye. "Yeah, you swallow me up and I'll fire plenty more rounds for you, Stacy," Sanders says, and the way he says my name is downright filthy. Sure, he told me that he was going to come down my throat and then come even more...but Sanders made my name sound like the filthiest thing in the world in all the right ways.
