Chapter 45 One Night Stand (2)
I was drugged.
Intoxicated by the feel of her lips on me.
The moment her lips touched my lips, I sucked in the air and kissed her back. With one last kiss, her lips tore from my mouth as her eyes sought mine.
Gawd! She was hot, and appealing to the eyes. I wasn't talking about her being the heir to a ravishing mansion. I was attracted to her, even as she'd walked through the doors of the Lacrosse bar.
"Come up with me," her seductive voice was low. She tugged onto my hands, pulling me up the painted flight of stairs.
We walked through a massive corridor and stopped before an iron-framed door. With one push, she dragged me in, plunging her sexy full lips into mine again.
Her hands intertwined into my hair as the kiss stretched and deepened. With a groan, I tried to tear my lips from hers, wondering in all eternity how we had gotten here.
"I don't even know your name," I said to her in a low but husky tone.
"And that makes it even more arousing," she whispered to my ears, bringing my hands to her puppies.
They were soft and tender under my touch. My thoughts were muddled as all I could think of were peeling down her white dress, and cupping her puppies in my hands.
Her eyes watched me as I began to squeeze her softness, threading the nipples with my fingers. Each breath she took were hard and ragged, and I was forced to capture her ready mouth.
She moaned in reply, tugging at my trousers with one raved hand.
She wanted me.
Fuck, and that made me hard to insanity. We kissed on, tearing at our lips like hungry hyenas mulching on their meals. Then, she pushed me to her fluffy bed. I stumbled into it, realizing for a minute that I was going to have sex with a stranger.
I needed protection but the feel of her hand rubbing against my boner made it harder to think. Next, she sat astride me and peeled off her denim jacket. The sleeves of her dress followed after, and I watched as her orbs came into full view.
They were luscious, overweight in my hands, with perky pink nipples that cried for a kiss. They were tantalizing to the eyes. She was indeed endowed with a milk factory. My hands squeezed them again, tugging the nipples with my fingers. She hissed, closing her eyes.
I bent my head to trail wet kisses down the length of her neck, settled around one of her puckered areolae, and then began to tickle each with a lick.
She shivered, pulling at my hair while her eyes urged me on. She was sensitive, and her responses to my every touch had my wood aching for an affectionate love.
I wasn't done with her.
When I was sure I'd licked each areola to my satisfaction, I settled on taking the nuts to my mouth. She gasped with pleasure, her hands finding their way to my chest.
While my mouth danced on her breasts, my hands were seeking her wet and throbbing pussy. It was wet, muddled with slippery nectar. I pushed my middle finger in the depths of her hole, she moaned deeply wrenching her head to fall back.
The sight of her from that angle was breathtaking. "You wouldn't tell me your name, so what do I call you?" I groaned, never stopping my finger thrusts into her.
She wriggled, biting her lips while clenching her tunnel walls. Her lips found me again, exploring every corner that was yet to be explored.
"Leo, you don't need to know my name to be this good," her gaze pierced through my eyes.
Seconds waltzed by, and slowly she dragged my fly down and pulled out my firehose. She gasped at the shocking length then looked back at me.
"You have a big man for someone your size," she said.
I scoffed. "I'm bruised. Why do I find that offensive?"
"I'm..not being insulted in any way. I just can't believe you have quite a stunny dick," her brows shot up. "Tell me, how many inches is this?" She asked me.
"It's 7 inches," I replied, enjoying the look of shock playing on her face. It was filled with a shock of innocence that I certainly wanted only for myself.
I continued, "Sometimes it's hard to carry around or wear tight pants. So, I loosen my fashion a bit to avoid eyes damning me in their beds already," I explained.
"I don't mind it buried inside of me," she said, "in fact, you just proved that you are highly capable of handling your rod."
My dick bobbed to that sexual effect of her praise. My lips curled up. "I feel overwhelmed by your praise. Now if you would just ....," she placed a finger to my lips while the other of her hand started to stroke me. It was glorious and soothing, I mean, her mild, soft yet intricate strokes on my shaft.
I felt a warm feeling cascading over me. My eyes fluttered open and I realized she was sucking me. I watched her, my hands dancing to her face, allowing myself to trace the contours of her face.
While she continued to throat fuck me, I let myself fly in the pleasures of the moment; shutting my eyes and burying my hands in her hair.
"You can't enjoy all that alone," she muttered to my ears, sitting astride me. This time, my rod found its settlement in her hole. She shifted, positioning herself before taking the hint to buck against me.
In and out, my rod slid. Making me hide my face in her luscious breasts. She was invoking an overwhelming need in me. I wanted to possess the fullness of it, but it felt like one hold of her would shatter all the connections we shared. So, I let her take delight riding me. Bucking and thrusting vigorously with reckless abandon.
While she went at it, she touched herself seductively, taking my hands back to her breasts. I enjoyed her sensitive buds, twice a touch made her hum and sing. And as the moment persisted, she exploded, moaning loudly as she fucked harder.
Watching her land in a state of orgasm wheeled me in that supposed direction. Together, we held onto each other, moaning and groaning.