Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Part 1
He had been sitting on the sofa for a while, calm and relaxed while reading a book. He saw movement above the pages and looked up to see her, his heart almost stopping. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She stepped slowly towards him, her expression soft, yet her eyes were heavy and full of longing.
She was a slender, weak-looking thing, with long legs and arms around which he could wrap his fingers easily. Her hair was burnt-red, like dried blood, adding to her deadly beauty. It was long and a little bit messy, with stray strands all over the place like the solar flares of the sun. Her complexion was almost pale, her ivory skin silky like porcelain, and she had a cute little nose. Her eyelashes were made up with little cat-eyes, her irises such a dark shade of brown that they were almost black. Those pretty little marbles, along with her unnaturally rose-red lips and exquisite black outfit, gave her the appearance of a fallen angel.
The fabric was semi-transparent, a stretchy black material that covered her skin like a veil, with definite lines travelling vertically over her body. It resembled a swimsuit in how it tapered in a V between her thighs, her legs completely bare while her arms were covered to the wrists. It was able to cover her shoulders, but she had pulled it down, her collar stretched under her breasts while the sleeves doubled over around her biceps. Her breasts were modest, but certainly not small, and her areolas were faint with perky little nipples.
She was a thing of pure beauty.
She approached him cautiously, knowing that she was already in trouble, but her desire was clear on her face and he was most definitely aroused. He put his book down next to his hat and glasses, kept his legs together so that she could straddle him. She never took her eyes off him while she lifted one knee onto the sofa, then the other, and gently rested her weight on his lap. He let out a long breath through his nostrils, his penis tightening, and a shiver went up his spine. Her lips were slightly parted, had been the whole time, and her eyes retained that calm longing.
His heart was racing, his body desperate to fidget, but he breathed and watched her with as much composure as he could muster. Her hands rose to his chest for stability, his fingers rested on the sofa and idly stroking her knees. He was captured by her gaze, unable to break from the trance in which her stunning beauty held him. He knew that his expression was not a happy one, but he was not entirely angry.
Her right hand rose up, her fingers lightly stroking his cheek. He sighed görükle escort deeply at her touch, his eyes flickering, and she pinched his chin lightly. His heart was pounding, his breaths were becoming more shallow. She leaned in leisurely, her eyes closing, and his did too. His heart was thundering in his ears. He saw those pretty little lips, coming closer and closer. He grabbed her by the throat and locked eyes with her. Her eyes barely flickered, so calm and vulnerable, her expression longing and desperate. His heartbeat was like a drum in his ears, her face so close that he could hear her breath, feel it on his face. It made his penis bounce and he swallowed hard.
He felt her neck press into his palm, her breath whimpering and audibly strained. She pushed in, eyes closed, her face turned and their lips met.
Part 2
He had lost. Lost to her seduction. Lost to her beauty. He lost to his desires and allowed her to kiss him more deeply. His hands dropped to her thighs, holding her legs while she held his face and kissed him. It was a passionate kiss, but a soft one, her face turning to the side so that she could go even deeper. Her nose pressed against the side of his and their breaths mingled in the air. She let her tongue slip into his mouth for only the briefest moment before she pulled away. Her eyes locked with his once again, the calm longing still clear on her face, but now there was a hint of something else. A glint in her eyes, saying ‘that wasn’t so bad, was it’? It was almost a sadness, and she took his right hand in her left.
She lifted it for him to see, showed him his own palm, and she leaned towards it. Her whole body twisted, as if to make a point of her gesture, and she placed a delicate kiss on his palm. She pressed her lips against his skin. It felt soothing, pleasurable; then she returned her body to face him and kept his hand where it was. She did not break her gaze from his face, but he looked at where the tingles lingered on his open hand. Her fingers held the backs of his, her touch so satisfying. Her hand was so warm. It made him happy, to have such intimate contact with her. He could see that there was no red mark on his palm, no sign that her lips had left any makeup on his skin. That was the point that she was trying to prove. He understood that look in her eyes now. She was pleading for him to allow her this pleasure.
His face had obviously relaxed, for she lowered his hand, and she moved both of his beside her legs.
“I love you, Dante.”
So few words, but it told him everything of her desire. In that moment, she had görükle escort bayan slowed his heart down.
“I love you too, Victoria,” his heart fluttered and he gave her a small smile. He was enjoying this sensual, intimate moment. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. He watched those dark-brown orbs and they watched him back. His smile remained, his thumbs stroking the backs of her hands, and she squeezed his tighter with a small smile of her own. Then he spoke,
“You know I am going to have to discipline you after this.” She only nodded, pulling his hands behind her and making him grope her arse.
He pulled hard, bringing her body closer. He wanted to be closer to her. He wanted to hold her and never let her go. She leaned in, hands on his chest again with her face turned for another kiss. She brought those tasty lips in and closed her eyes, and he pressed his face into hers. Her fingers got to work on his shirt buttons, starting with his collar.
Part 3
Her face rocked in and out, with quiet hums and little breaths escaping every time their tongues found each other in the air. Her hips moved so slowly that his mind barely registered her dampening labia grinding over his bulge. She picked at his shirt, her fingers slipping the buttons from their holes until his chest was visible. She pulled his shirt apart without breaking from his lips, letting her tongue dance in his mouth. She splayed her fingers over his chest and he groped her buttocks tighter. She moaned suddenly, pulled out of the kiss and looked down at his skin. She swayed her hips side to side playfully, though her expression was too lustful to let her smile. A strained breath left her parted lips and she started to grind harder.
Her fingertips trickled over his chest, down to his stomach, around to his sides before coming back in and up. Her touch was intoxicating and his erection was getting tighter under her shifting weight. He felt a blissful rush shooting through his legs. She kept her face lowered, but lifted her eyes as if to check that he was still watching. Their eyes met for a brief moment before she touched his nipples, and he could not stop the hitch in his breath. He noticed a slight twitch in her lip; he knew she had him right where she wanted him.
She was not a short woman, but shorter than him, and when she curved her back she opened her mouth over his left nipple. He felt her warm, steamy breath on his areola and he fidgeted. Then her tongue snaked from her pretty lips and his head went back as it teased his perky stud. He clawed at her arse and escort görükle she took it as a cue to go further. Her tongue licked over his nipple, coated it in thin saliva that chilled when she pulled her face away. She curled her hair over her ear, smiling up at him softly, and then she migrated to his right nipple and did the same.
This time she was even slower, using her tongue to find his nipple and guiding her lips down around it. She kissed, so very lightly, and he could not deny that her red lips were an arousing sight to behold. He stared down at her pretty face and their eyes met. She brought her lips together without leaving his chest, her tongue and mouth sucking on the stud. She pulled away with a sensational little clicking sound, then licked over the nipple again and sat up.
Oh it was delightful. He could see that her own nipples were perking up, and she rubbed her clitoris over his crotch, returning to a steady rhythm. He watched her face, her hands on his stomach for balance, and he held her hips to help rock them. She smiled again, a very small smile that barely curled the edges of her lips. Still, it was enough, and he was grateful to have such a fine young lady in his life.
He brought her closer again, needing another kiss with his hands cupping her cheeks. Her hands slid up his chest, fingering his nipples gently.
“That feels good,” he almost whispered, just before their lips came together. She breathed out deeply as their tongues met. He combed his fingers under and behind her ears, up through her hair, pulled her face in passionately. She hummed, her lips opened and closed and she sucked on his tongue, licked his lips and stole his breath away in more ways than one. She stopped moving her hips, her dampness soaking through her outfit.
Her hands moved back down to his stomach, then disappeared from his senses, followed by a pressure over his trouser zip. Her face moved in and out again, turning with heavier breaths and wilder tongues. Their eyes were closed, lost in this intimate moment, but he could feel the freedom of his belt being frantically unbuckled. He still held her face, but she pulled away with that same lustful calmness, and her eyes remained fixed on him for another moment while she caught her breath. He relaxed his arms by her legs on the sofa. She looked down at his belt and pulled the two ends apart, popped the button open and dragged the zipper down. Her fingers hooked over his trunks, pulled the rim up and over his solid phallus, and she took a firm grip.
—
If you enjoyed this story, please do not be afraid to comment. If you liked a particular bit, you enjoyed something specific that happened, please tell me. I am open to constructive criticism, too, but that would be constructive; please keep your comments civil at all times. I value feedback, as it tells me what I am doing well and what I should improve.
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
