The door to her small apartment opened. She turned her head around as she entered, inviting him in for the coffee she'd offered to him downstairs on the street. She glanced at him for a brief moment from over her bare shoulder intentionally brushing her chin against it, hoping he'd pick up on the subtle cue.
He did...
They casually walked into the dimly lit space. His eyes slowly adjusted to perceive what he guessed was her living room. It appeared to be a modest home, sparse enough to present a certain clean and tidy esthetic. The cozy living area connected to a tidy kitchen which was partially separated by a bar-style countertop. There was no coffee machine anywhere on the counters... he picked up on that too.
Electric light from the city below faintly illuminated the apartment. She walked smoothly over to the opposite side of the room and turned on a tasteful antique lamp that stood next to a burgundy mid-century sofa. The lamplight was dim and directed low by its opaque shade displaying her smooth, bare legs in a flattering and sultry manner. His eyes were instantly drawn to them. He felt a wave of nervousness well up in his chest and a tightening around the waistline of his undersized hipster slacks.
She turned to look at him noticing his intrusive gaze. He quickly averted his eyes (as hard as it was to do) but knew he'd been caught leering. She reflexively smirked but knew that the darkness above the lampshade hid her aluring tell from his awareness. Better to play hard to get...for now.
"Would you like to sit down?" she said to him in a subtly playful, yet matter-of-fact tone. She sat down on the couch under the light. It cast its soft white glow across one half of her face. The other half was bathed in the bluish city lights pouring in from the kitchen windows, as if revealing hidden duality; dark and light. She didn't know it, but it perfectly illustrated her personality. He subconsciously read the unintentional intimation.
A quiet primal voice in the back of his mind suggested to him that there was more to her than she had let on at dinner, as he had secretly suspected.
"I'd love to," he said, not too eagerly.
He carefully stepped around an inexpensive looking green-glass coffee table being careful to avoid clumsily bumping into it. He wanted her to notice his competence and intentionality in the motion as he slid onto the sofa and moved in close to her, all the time his eyes locked onto hers.
"Is this too close?" he said in a low tone giving her a slight half smile.
"Not too close at all," she replied, returning the same inviting expression.
She placed one hand over his knee, cupping it and flexing her fingertips in a light, friendly squeeze. They both stared at each other for a moment in silence, admiring the more intimate features of each other's faces. They weren't able to appreciate the small details from across the table at dinner or from inside the car on the way back to her place, but they were able to now. The tension became palpable.... She believed they were both thinking the same thing, but she would have more than blushed had she known his mind in that moment.
She opened her supple mouth to start in with a little small talk to get things going, but he was done with it before she had a chance to get any out. He moved in confidently to kiss her. Her eyes flashed wide on her face for just a second when she realized her simple strategy was being abruptly interrupted by his brutish advance. He kissed her long and passionately as he slid her body back against the arm of the soft velour sofa, one of his hands caressing the side of her face, the other sensually massaging her silky hip. She grabbed his shoulders tightly in a tentative embrace as he pressed his weight down onto her. Her grip meant to both pull him into her and to give her the choice of pushing him away if she suddenly felt the need to resist, as if the latter choice was available to her.
It wasn't...
She was becoming overwhelmed with feverish arousal. Too much so to stop at this point. Her hands moved in, away from his taught shoulders to massage his firm chest as she let go of the idea of stopping him. She then felt his fingertips slip down, away from her face. With her eyes closed she was ripe with anticipation as to where they might end up next.
He pressed his hips into hers as both of his hands moved to her breasts, gripping them firmly and massaging them eagerly. She let out an involuntarily quiet moan and squirmed under his heavy body. She could feel herself getting wet from the delightfulness she felt as he repeatedly pressed the firm bulge protruding from his slacks against her, flattening her clitoris like a stone mill as he ground it into her pelvic bone. It felt incredible for both of them. She could barely contain herself as he used his body, lips and hands to mold her into a quivering puddle beneath him. She felt she'd begin to cum in a very short moment if he kept going in that manner.
Fully immersed in the act of manipulating her body, he couldn't restrain himself any longer. The way she had reacted to his advances told him everything he needed to know. His cock rhythmically pulsed inside his tight slacks like a long-caged animal about to be loosed. As she writhed and cooed under him, his baser instincts took him over, invading every corner of his conscious mind. There was no longer any thought, any word, any image that could possibly come to him. He was purely in the moment; the immediate and instantaneous moment, and she was all that existed to him.
The slow, sensual assault on her senses came to an abrupt end and all at once her body was being pulled violently into the middle of the sofa by her hips. Suddenly she was flat on her back and her eyes opened wide for just a second. The move was so abrupt that she was perplexed to see the ceiling above her before she realized what had happed. She was expecting to feel his body eclipse hers again, but instead felt her gown slipping up above her waist exposing her supple nakedness to him.
He forcefully slid the dress up over her now exposed lower body and noticed that her panties were visibly soaked through from her overly moist pussy as if he'd dribbled a small glass of water on them. His hands moved to slide them off, but as he did she slightly closed her legs, reflexively resisting the finality of what was about to be done to her. He firmed his expression, determined to remove the soiled garment, angrily wrenching them down and away from her hourglass waistline. He wrestled them off from around her ankles franticly, one of her shoes falling to the floor with the violent motion...the other stubbornly clinging to the opposite foot.
His cock throbbed even harder when he saw her laid bare below him. He could see that her neatly trimmed vagina was glistening and engorged in the lamplight, and he saw that without the panties it began dripping onto the couch below it. He didn't think. Couldn't think! Before he even realized what he was doing he dived onto the couch between her smooth legs, slid his arms under both of her knees lifting them high, and buried his face into her throbbing, wet pussy.
It nearly exploded in his mouth as he went to work on it, licking methodically with the flat of his tongue from the bottom to the top and back again, frequently stopping at her clitoris to spend time sucking on it...hard! It tasted amazingly delicious to him. She cried out loudly when the sucking started and she clapped her hands over her mouth as not to alert the neighbors to what was happening in the domicile next to them. But he kept returning to her most sensitive areas with his skillful mouth, sucking harder and harder as he moved his hands around her quivering body; caressing her ass cheeks, crushing her breasts, trying to feel every inch of her as he brought her closer and closer to pure carnal delight.
Her hands fell away from her mouth, no longer in control of them. She let out one loud moan after another, arching her back like a cat while involuntarily searching for somewhere to anchor her flailing unbound appendages. Her hands moved in jerking motions grabbing at his arms, the couch, his scalp, her own breasts...ANYWHERE...but she couldn't control them. The ecstasy was simply too intense for her to take!
He diligently kept to his task as if the world would end if he stopped. Her chest began to heave, deeper and deeper. Her body tensed and her legs went stiff as she began to cum. He caught her wrists in each of his hands and held them firmly to her hips immobilizing them, anticipating the inevitable release. Just then she let out a long, loud shriek, informing the neighbors that she was out of her mind with pure pleasure, no longer concerned about discretion...no longer concerned about anything at all!
Silence and heavy breathing were all that could be heard in the room a moment later. He lifted his face to relish the expression on hers, both of them panting from their climactic exchange. His five-o'clock shadow was completely drenched around his mouth and chin. He could keenly smell the sweet dampness she had left clinging to him from her orgasm. He had simply demolished her... It was clear that there wasn't a single thought left inside her head as she lay there breathing hard on her back with her eyes closed, completely blissed out.
Suddenly, she came to and wearily raised her glazed eyes to meet his gaze. He smiled wryly back at her, knowing that she was still recovering from the myriad of intense sensations that she had just experienced. His hands still firmly closed around her wrists, he held her there fully under his control. "What happened?" she said in a low breathy voice, allowing the simple phrase to break the silence as it left her lips. Her satisfied tone further excited him, and he once again was reminded of the intense ache that he felt from the engorged member between his legs. He needed a release... He needed more of her!
Still holding her by the wrists he tore her up from her back to a sitting position, her head snapping backward with the movement, her dress now scantily disheveled. He lifted the delicate garment up over her head to reveal her body, now fully naked. Her legs were still wide open to him as she sat there stunned. He noticed a dark, wet stain on the velour upholstery spreading out from her tongue-ravaged pussy where she sat. She didn't notice the mess, still drunk with pleasure from what had just happened. He steadied her there before he set her free from his firm grip. The palms of his hands were moist, resisting the separation of his skin from hers as he opened his fingers.
Once he knew that he had her full attention and her eyes were keenly fixed on him, he began to loosen his belt buckle in such a way as to stretch the moment out and tantalize her curiosity. She was indeed tantalized. Never before had she gone this long without having a date unceremoniously whip out his dick in an unimpressive display of egotistic exhibitionism. Let alone take such care to make her cum so hard before his pants were even off yet.
No...
This was for her, to tease her, to begin winding her back up from a place of satisfaction into a tantric cock hungry want. It was working...and working too well. She felt the want, the need to not only lay her eyes on his cock but to hold it, to feel it in her mouth, to greedily run it all over her face, and to allow him to do to her with it whatever he wanted. She was mad with impatient anticipation and felt the urge to yell out at him to go faster, to get on with it, to just fuck her already!
She couldn't wait for him any longer, and now it was her turn to aggress. She hungrily lunged for his hands and ripped them away from their agonizingly reluctant task. Breathing hard again she tore at his belt and feverishly undid the buckle. The button on his tight slacks popped open audibly as her slim fingers pushed it through the buttonhole. She adeptly lowered the zipper pull, being careful to mind the sharp metallic teeth as his engorged penis pressed out from behind his boxer-briefs and through the opening she had made. She shot her hand into the slit to get at the throbbing cock like a hungry bear reaching into a tree-hollow for honey.
Out it came in her hand, and she held it in front of her face staring at it with a look of relief as if she wasn't sure she'd ever get to it. She wasted no time, hungrily wrapping her mouth around it as she began to stroke and suck. Finally free, his cock quickly grew stiff in her mouth and began reaching upward, forcing her to pull it down straight on to her so she could hungrily plunge it deeply into the back of her throat.
He rolled his head back, blankly staring up at nothing, letting out a low, open-mouthed groan as she eagerly forced the rigid phallus deeper and deeper into her mouth. She felt his hands on her scalp, his strong fingertips running through her hair in a controlled and sensual manner that matched her rhythm and energy. Her eyes closed, and she became keenly aware that her vagina was starting to get wet and engorged once again, preparing itself for the inevitable. She touched herself with her free hand as she pleasured him and was surprised at how sensitive her pussy felt.
She was falling deeper and deeper into rapture, her eyes rolling back into her head from behind her closed lids as she slid a finger into the ripe opening between her legs while continuing to fearlessly devour his cock. She started thinking about what his cum would taste like and how long it would be before her efforts would reward her mouth with it. The thought sharply aroused her and brought her close to cumming again as she plunged a second finger into herself.
All at once, he quickly pulled it out from her dripping mouth. She gasped as she drew in a deep breath of desperately needed air, her hypnotic state of tantric arousal interrupted by the move. She blindly reached out in an attempt to pull his cock back into her face, selfishly resenting him for removing it and rapacious to continue on to completion as they were.
But before she could open her eyes, she was lifted right off the couch by his strong hands and found herself flying through the air. He let out an animalistic grunt as he pulled her body up off of the couch firmly against his by her ass cheeks, spreading them wide while he handily manipulated her alluring figure. She felt the shaft of his stiff cock press against her pussy as he suspended her form in front of his. Wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing him into her, she smashed his the underside of his hard penis onto her pelvis. She quivered and moaned at the sensation and in that moment wanted nothing more than for him to start fucking her right then and there.
Moving as one, he spun them both around to face the bar-top counter separating the living room and kitchen. He took a short step over to the end of it and slammed her ass down onto its cold, smooth surface. He eased her to her back and splayed her out on the countertop before him. She threw her arms up over her head as she lay there, writhing like a snake as she pulled her knees back, more than ready for him to plunge his rock-hard cock into her. He looked at her glorious figure for a second, and then did just that...
He started slow, cautious of her delicate form, wanting to savor the moment as he strained to control the primal urges he felt in that moment. She moaned freely as he rhythmically plunged his cock deeper and deeper into her. She rested her ankles over his shoulders and he placed his hands on her thighs with a strong grip that dimpled her skin at his fingertips. He pulled her into him over and over again, thrusting himself into her moist vagina while letting out loud animalistic groans and grunts of his own as he inched closer to the blissful end.
He now lost all control, the feeling of himself inside her consuming the entirety of his focus. He began to thrust harder, burying his cock fully into her drenched pussy. It was so wet now that he could feel it dripping down onto his balls as they slapped against her ass with each repetition. She clamped her hands around his wrist now as she cried out louder. She could feel every inch of him while she silently begged him her make her cum again. He kept on faster and harder like a machine until at last she began to feel herself orgasming once more.
She squirmed and yelled uncontrollably, but he did not let up. He waited until the last second as he felt the apex of his passion approach, his cum pressing up through to the end of his stone-like erection. Finally, he pulled it out and came all over her writhing body, vigorously stroking his cock, letting out a long loud yell as he did. It spurted in a pulsating rhythm all over her torso and up as far as her breasts. She ran her hands over them as if they were slathered in oil. He stood over her with his cock still in hand, both of them basking in the comfortable vulnerability of the moment.
Silence and breathing...
Minutes later they were in her shower together. Washing each other, kissing gently and embracing each other's slippery, wet bodies. They made their way to her bed and fell asleep naked, tangled together in the most innocent of cuddles. Both of them enjoying one of the deepest and most restful nights of they'd had in a long time. The stressful burdens of their daily lives falling away like leaves from a tree until nothing but pure, unconscious rest consumed their existence.
The sound of traffic below the apartment was the first thing he heard when he came to the next morning. He opened his eyes and looked to the left and right him to find he was in bed alone. He heard the rustling of clothes and lifted his head to see her standing half-naked at the foot of the bed dressing herself in casual, loose-fitting sweatshirt and pants. He propped himself up onto his elbows drawing her attention. She looked at him as she finished dressing and gave him a wry grin; the same grin he'd given her the previous night. She crawled over to him from where she stood, up from the bottom of the bed and slithered over to him to give him a long deep kiss. Her smiling peace-filled face close to his, she opened her mouth to speak.
"Up for coffee?"
