Within two steps she has moved towards me taking her top off in a swift easy motion, allowing me just the briefest glimpse of her bare breasts and very suckable nipples before she is kissing me, her cold lips parting to allow her warm tongue to seek out mine, pushing me backwards towards the open kitchen door.
I am in no position to put up any resistance, not that I would have. I feel my back crash against a work top and finally my hands move, sliding themselves around her waist, cupping her bum cheeks and pulling her closer against me, feeling her hard nipples pressing into my chest.
She pulls away and we both gasp in air, our eyes seeking mutual permission for what we are about to do.
In seconds my sodden t-shirt is pulled over my head and dumped on the floor, and we both stand there in our wet shorts.
With a nod, she says “best let that out” whilst motioning towards my erect cock.
She watches as I undo the zip, and my cock pops out. Her and touches it, declares it is feeling a bit cold, and with that she drops to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth.
The contrast from cold to warm is exhilarating, and I feel my cock swell inside her mouth. She pulls her mouth away, running her tongue up and down the shaft, and kisses, licks and sucks on my balls.
I know that any more of this and I will be coming, and way too soon as far as I’m concerned.
I cast my eyes around the kitchen, see what I want, and proceed to pull her up from her kneeling position.
She looks at me quizzically as I ease her backwards until the backs of her thighs bump against the kitchen table. She understands what I am doing and allows me to tip her backwards onto the table, her wet hair resting on the daily newspaper.
She lies there as I run my hands over her breasts, her nipples like pebbles and she whispers “suck them”, and I comply. It is her turn to feel something cold of hers in a warm eager mouth, my tongue running over her nipples, teasing, teeth gently nipping.
I am naked – she isn’t. I reluctantly remove my attention from her nipples and in one movement pull her shorts down and off. She naturally parts her legs slightly, allowing the aroma of her pussy to reach my nose and inflame my desire for her even more.
Her trimmed pubes sit above her pussy, the glistening moistness not solely a result of the water fight I reckon.
It is now my turn to drop to my knees, and slowly, teasingly kiss my way up her thighs, the smell of her flooding my senses.
I try to hold off for as long as I can, but her hand is pulling my head into her, and soon my tongue is sliding over her clitoris and plunging as deep as I can into her.
The sigh she lets out tells me that she has been aching for this, and the way her body is moving in response to my tongue suggests that she will not take too long to come – assuming of course that she wants to come this way.
I can feel her getting close, her pussy is flooded with her juices, and then she utters the words “I want your cock”.
I am more than happy to oblige, as I want to feel her come with my cock inside her.
I reluctantly lift my face away from her pussy, taking in the marvelous sight in front of me: her wet cunt, lips parted ready for my cock, and her hands one pinching her nipple, the other squeezing her breast.
The height of the table is perfect for me as I stand up, but before I enter her, I lean over and kiss her, her tongue and lips eagerly tasting herself on my lips.
I give my cock a couple of strokes, her eyes on mine as I move forward and tease her cunt lips with my cock, trying to control the eagerness I have to be inside her, to feel her cunt walls grip my cock.
With one movement I push my cock inside her whilst gripping her thighs and pulling her onto me.
The feeling is exquisite – the warmth, the tightness, the moans of pleasure from both of us as we become one.
I can sense that she is close to coming, as she becomes more frantic in her movements, and soon she is crying out as I begin to sense her orgasm rising within her. Her muscles in her vagina grip my cock even tighter. I’m fearful of pulling my cock fully out in case her muscles contract so much that I won’t be able to get back in.
Suddenly, she pushes me off, and without saying a word she leans over the table, her breasts squashed flat against the papers on the table, her bum facing me, and begging me to fuck her now, to make her come. |
Ha ha, excellent 