by Megan West
The entire dinner she couldn't help but focus on every small detail that made him perfect. His strong fit chest breathing up and down under his shirt. The way his hands delicately handled a wine glass yet forceful with a knife. The motion of his tongue licking his full lips after taking a sip of wine. The sound of his light scruff as he scratched his jaw. The way his piercing blue eyes took her entire body in, suggestively conveying what she desperately wanted. Her panties had been soaked wet all night, her heart tired of constantly jittering. She was surprised she had contained herself that long. Yet she was finally succumbing to her thoughts.
Her skin felt hot. She craved desperately for his hands to explore her every curve. She clutched at her dress, her pussy ached to be filled. Kicking off her sandals, she walked across the plastic and canvas she laid out on the floor.
“You know, your brush strokes really are-”
Jen interrupted him by grabbing his elbow and spinning him around. Flashing her a quick grin he wasted no time as he brought her close for a ravenous kiss. For a moment the scruff from his 5 o'clock shadow prickled her face as she faintly tasted the left over remnants of wine on his tongue. She exhaled from her nose, slowly releasing the breath she had been holding all night from nerves. In one swift moment all the jitters she felt that night were replaced with an insatiable hunger for more of his touch.
She had never felt such waves of desire before. The warmth of his hand resting firmly in her lower back, the tingly sensation she felt down the back of her neck as he lightly caressed her head, her erect nipples rubbing the soft fabric of her dress as they embraced. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck to his wondering mouth. A tornado of tingles shot down her spine as he lightly bit her neck, only to nurse the spot after with a soft kiss; the cold air bringing attention to every kiss before the last. His hand finally made its way further down her backside and over the curve of her perky ass, resting with a firm grip.
She felt completely swallowed up by him. His hands examining every arch and bend of her body. He pressed her closer to his waist with a firm grip on her butt. She could feel his erection through his pants, pressing against her waist, like a steel rod desperately wanting to escape. A sudden flash of wetness filled her pussy. Her body ached to be filled like never before. His firm grip on her ass clasped tighter, she felt her cheeks separate making her feel exposed; vulnerable. She thought about bending over, thrusting her ass and pussy in the air. Offering herself to him so he could satisfy his primal need and fill the ache inside her.
He pushed her away.
“Take it off” His tone was forceful, deep and booming across the wood floor; no longer his usual charming self. She followed his orders without hesitation. In an instant she pulled her dress over her head. Tingles flowed through her chest as her breasts scraped against the fabric leaving her body. She tossed the dress to the side and stood before him for a moment. Only clothed by her soaked pink panties. She felt exposed, unprotected and defenseless from his wondering eyes. The curves of her hips accentuated by the dim lighting of the room, her nipples erect and yearning for his touch, her pussy sopping wet and ready to receive him. She couldn't handle her urges anymore. The wanting, the desire, the lack of warmth from his suddenly absent touch. She wanted him as exposed as her, to release his stiff cock and make it her own; filling her up inside.
Just as he began to move towards her she placed her hand on his strong chest. His breath heaved in and out with lust. She pushed him a few inches back against the book shelf of art supplies. A can of paint fell from a shelf, busting open on the ground. Orange splattered across the blank canvas on the floor.
“Now take yours off.” She said, biting her lip in anticipation. He swiftly began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands traced his firm abs from outside his clothes, admiring his physique down to his stomach, over his belt buckle and resting on his hard dick. His breathing grew heavy, a quick breath escaped his chest as she gripped him through his pants. She could feel him pulsing and twitching with her every move. Her knees bent to the floor as she began to unfasten his belt. Her green eyes looked up at him, watched his chest heave up and down, his forearms strong and defined as he gripped the bookshelf behind him. A new emotion flooded over her. She had this man, the cool and confident man both men and woman swooned over; grasping a bookshelf in anticipation. Agitation even. Being able to dictate this man's feelings, desires, emotions, wants, and needs..she felt powerful.
Despite the powers she felt over him she could not control her own hunger. A primal hunger brewing up inside her. She wanted his cock, she wanted to be filled by him, to have his manhood part her lips and make her his own. Her heart skipped with excitement as the clang of metal rang out through the room from his unsecured belt. She unzipped his pants, ignoring her already aching knees from bearing down on the cold wood floor. In one swift motion she yanked his pants and underwear to his ankles, his hard cock springing towards her. It was large, stiff, perfect just like the rest of him and begging for her attention. The tip glistened in the light from his pre-cum. She looked up at him and gave him a devilish smile. His chest panted, his hips inched forward begging for her to take him. Her breasts grazed his thighs as she leaned in, both hands gripping his ass. The hair on his legs tickled her erect nipples.
She reached her tongue out, longing to taste him. He twitched as her tongue finally found it's resting place on the base of his dick. She exhaled in release, finally ridding herself of the pent up anticipation of his taste. She wanted to ravish him, make him cry out and thrust his hips forward, make his legs quiver and his heart race. Her nails dug into his skin as she traced the underside of his dick with her tongue. Finally reaching his tip she leaned up a little and filled her mouth. Her world began spinning. The taste of his wet cock. The smell of his pre-cum and cologne swirled in her nose. Her heart pounded in her chest as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him and making his legs shake. His hand clasped behind her head. She could feel her scalp tighten a bit as he clenched her hair from behind, losing himself to his pleasures.
She felt up and down his legs. They were firm, strong, yet shook uncontrollably with every flick of her tongue. The sound of her sucking his cock, his heavy breathing escaping his chest, and the creaking of the bookshelf were all exaggerated by the quiet room. A prickly feeling attacked her head as his grip on her hair tightened and pulled her head back; the sound of his dick escaping her mouth echoed in the room. Looking up at him with her seductive green eyes, she wiped her mouth dry with the back of her hand. Her mouth quickly felt empty, the taste of his juices still lingered on her tongue. She suddenly became aware of her pussy, wet and desperately waiting to be full of him.
“Lay back” His voice was soft. Her knees ached a bit as she leaned off the floor and began to lay back, the plastic crinkling on the floor underneath her. The wood was hard under her back, her hips slowly pulsating forward anticipating his touch. She opened her legs, the crisp air made her soaked underwear feel like a cold touch on her pussy. She quickly found him on top of her. His hard cock lightly brushing against the outside of her panties as he took a moment to admire her with his eyes. A light moan escaped her mouth as she thrust her hips forward, his dick briefly separating her lips underneath her underwear. Kisses made their way towards her chest. Tingles plagued her skin wherever they traveled. His lips tickled her skin like a feather as he slowly hovered above. The soft touch with the prickles of his light beard drove her wild with lust. She wanted to grind her hips against him, to grab his stiff cock and force it inside her. His hand gripped the arch in her lower back forcing her tummy closer to his mouth, the other felt as smooth as lotion as it explored the inside of her thigh.
As his crusade of kisses finally came to an end he leaned up and gripped either side of her panties forcing them down her thighs. She felt them stick to her wet pussy for just a moment, reminding her of the urges swelling up inside her. She wiggled her hips and legs, helping him remove her last bit of clothing. He looked up at her, while distracting
her with a quick grin his hand made its way up her thigh. Lightly touching the inside of her lips before finally parting, and entering her with two fingers.
The silence cracked as she yelped out with pleasure. She ground her hips against his hand, her thighs felt cold, drenched in wetness. She finally had him inside her, finally getting some relief as waves of delight flowed up and down her legs. He wasted no time as he leaned down to taste her.
Her toes clenched tight as his fingers curled up inside her. The prickles from his hair on her soft pussy were soon forgotten when his tongue feathered across her clit. The coil of pent up anticipation and frustration finally began to unravel throughout her body. A hurricane of sensations shot up her spine with each motion of his tongue. She felt his nails dig into her skin as he gripped her legs and forced her closer to his mouth.
Her hips had a mind of their own as they pulsated, thrusting and grinding back and forth with pleasure. The room filled with her moans only to be replaced with the rough sound of his whiskers scraping against her legs with each motion of her body. The swirling sensations began to build. Like she was speeding towards a proverbial cliff of pleasure, desperately ready to dive off, to have her pussy explode with sensations and flow with wetness. Her hands cradled his head as her finger tips felt the motion of his jaw and lips pleasure her. Just as she began to feel herself approach the edge he stopped. Suddenly leaning up with his stern voice
“Turn around and bend over”
She didn't dare defy him. She began to move, feeling completely drunk. Her head was spinning in a sea of pleasure, her pussy radiated tingles all throughout her abdomen. Her legs and arms felt weak and wobbly as she propped herself off the wood floor and began to turn around. Glancing up at him she saw him grab a condom from somewhere in his pants. Feeling the familiar ache in her knees as she bent over waiting for him, she moved a few feet onto the canvas laid out in an attempt to add padding between her aching knees and the hard wood. The splattered orange paint was just a few inches in front of her. Leaning on her forearms she stuck her pussy in the air. Waiting for him. Feeling completely exposed to the open air, her thighs wet and cold from her juices.
Her tingles began to give way to that familiar ache between her legs. That familiar longing for his cock to ravage her. The warmth between her legs began to build up as she presented herself to him. She thrust her ass farther in the air as if she were offering herself to him in some animalistic nature, so he would know she was all his.
Finally she felt his touch, a firm grip on the curve of her hip as he pulled her closer. His cock lightly grazing her lips. A gasp escaped her as she forced her hips back, his staff rubbing up and down the inside of her folds. Her juices flowed, she was more than ready to receive him. Finally, just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he penetrated her inch by inch. The still air shattered by her moans. She pushed back so she could take him all, feeling her pussy lips separate, taking in his entire girth. Pure ecstasy flooded through her as he began thrusting back and forth, claiming her with his lust.
His hand rubbed up and down the curves of her back, the other feeling the ripples of her ass as he pounded her relentlessly. Her breasts swayed back and forth in perfect rhythm with her hips. Emotions she had never felt before flowed through her. Like she had been under water her whole life and finally surfaced, feeling the air hit her face and giving her clarity like never before. She felt free, free from any inhibitions and insecurities in her life.
She could hear him pant as his pounding became more rapid. The sound of their skin smacking echoed throughout the room. With one forceful thrust of his cock her hands slid forward on the canvas, mixing with the orange paint. She didn't care, she felt dirty already, taken from behind by her strong man. Her scalp tightened again as he aggressively gripped her hair. The muscles in her neck stretched as her head was pulled backwards. Her hands constantly tried to find new footing as they slipped in the orange all over the canvas. Her pussy throbbed with wetness, her body completely turned on by his caveman aggression.
She looked back at him as he released his grip, admiring his body. His abs tensed with every thrust of his cock, his biceps flexed as he gripped her hips and forced her onto him. She felt she had seen a side of him very few got to see. To everyone else he was a dapper gentlemen and well respected. She knew better now. When his cock throbbed for her and her pussy was before him, waiting to be taken, his entire attitude changed. He was aggressive, not afraid to take what he wanted. They both had that in common.
He began to slow his pace down. Slowly thrusting his cock in and out. The feeling of him deep inside her made her skin tingle, her heart race. The canvas below her was covered in deep swirls of orange, with brief outlines of her hands mixed in.
“Turn around”
His voice was soft and smooth as he began to pull out. She didn't want to be without him for one second, desperately wanting his cock to remain inside her. His hands gripped her hips and started to twist, forcing her to face him.
The forced movement reminded her how rubbery her limbs felt. How close she had been to climaxing a number of times. He played the sensations between her legs like a conductor before a symphony. Slowly building up the waves of pleasure, increasing the pulsating shivers throughout her body, like a great crescendo only to be softened just before the apex of her ecstasy was reached. Leaving her feeling weak and light headed, with tingles up and down her neck. She felt a sensation of floating, like gravity didn't exist.
As she began to lay her back to the floor, her quivering leg knocked over more paint cans. A crimson red and deep blue flowed across the canvas. Jen's heart skipped in fear when she realized what was about to happen. Her body had already committed to her movement, her ass was falling straight down onto the newly colored floor.
She looked down in pure terror as her ass plopped right into the deep blue. They both looked at each other with equal amounts of shock. The paint felt cold on her skin in perfect contrast with the heat she still felt between her legs. The desire for his cock not diminished. In perfect timing their look of shock slowly transformed into a smile and then a chuckle. The crisp quiet air broken for a moment with their warm laughter.
They both examined the current state of affairs. Her orange hands propped up her body from behind, her butt nestled in a sea of blue. Everything else on her and him stayed remarkably unscathed.
“Who gives a damn?” He said as his laughter slowly disappeared. His tone daring in nature.
She smiled at his devilish smirk. Not wanting him to outdo her in their unorthodox pursuits. Her pussy still flowed with wetness, aching and swollen for him.
“Not me”
Her legs spread wide. She felt the warmth of his body between her as he nestled himself closer. With one hand he guided his cock slowly between her folds. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pussy clenched around his girth penetrating her. She instantly felt the tingles flow up and down her neck again, as if they never stopped.
She wanted to reach forward and touch him but didn't dare with her hands covered in paint. Instead, she watched him. His muscles tight, his breathing intense as he began thrusting into her faster and faster. His nails dug into her thighs as he gripped her legs, forcing her back and forth onto his cock. The paint bellow her allowed him to slide her back and forth furiously. She loved his aggression. She knew she had a hypnotizing effect on him. To make a man like him lose all his inhibitions, to make him moan, and grip, and claw with no remorse. To watch him thrust in and out of her so vigorously, completely powerless to his own animalistic urges.
She had taken a man who was always in control, and made him unable to control himself. And that was the biggest turn on she had ever felt.
She arched her back, her heavy gasps filled the air. Her nails scraped against the canvas below her. Her breasts bouncing back and forth in motion with his hips. Again she felt that heated coil at the pit of her stomach slowly start to unravel. Like a pressure rapidly building, waiting to boil
over. Her legs shuddered with pleasure. Her moans cracked from her quivering body. Her hands began to tingle. Her feet felt numb as they stretched out straight, submitting to the warm tingly sensation flowing down her legs. A red color flushed over her chest, complimenting the crimson splattered on the canvas below her.
Her hips slammed back and forth against his dick, matching his speed and aggression. An electric feeling shot up her spine. Her back bowed. A gasp caught in her throat, just before the pressure in her center felt like it would explode.
He gripped her legs tight, with one more powerful thrust she reached her peak. Her back arched from the explosion radiating from her pussy, her breasts jutting into the crisp air. Her legs shook from the storm of electricity flowing through them. Her breathing stopped, unable to be controlled. The shudder from her legs shot up her spine and made her whole body quiver. Her hands slipped from their foot hold, forcing her to fall to her forearm.
The shrill air filled with energy as he cried out with her. Gripping her legs firm, and thrusting his cock as far into her as he could. His abs were tight as he released himself inside her. Her legs shook under his firm grip. Her body felt like it was conducting electricity, the slightest movement of his hips caused another current of tingles to flow through her. Her breathing was labored and tried desperately to catch up with her rapidly beating heart.
