You know what I want and you want it too, holding you around your waist as you walk down the steps and we holler goodbyes over our shoulders. I slide my hand down your pants as we do, brushing your wet warmth before you chidingly slap me away. The walk is a little cold, but my hands keep you warm as they explore playfully, touches upon touches as I keep you wanting. I steal kisses every chance I get and as you try to unlock the door I start in earnest.
You fumble with the keys I stand behind you, one hand playing up your dress as the other one turns you and presses you gently against the door, my mouth on yours with a hunger you match as your hips unconsciously push forward. You feebly try to push me away and keep it decent but I don't budge. Your weakness tells me that you want it a whole lot more than you are worried about decency.
I hold your neck firmly, tracing your jaw as my other hand presses against your dress and panties. The wet warmth is so intense there that I can tell now from an inch away, my own throbbing answer being rubbed outside my jeans as you reciprocate the lustful motions. I take my hand away from your face and unlock the door, us staggering in still finding lips and fingers as clothing is shed.
Once the outer garments are off I slow down, the pace change leaving you frustrated and trying to push to make me more aggressive. I keep my movements stay gentle and coaxing. I urge you up the stair with a light slap on your ass and you yelp playfully, scurrying a bit faster. The sway of your inviting butt is mesmerizing and I have a hard time even letting you up the stairwell, but determination wins us to the bedroom.
Clothes are tugged, your dress top halfway off your shoulder as our kiss deepens. I back you slowly to the bed as I pull off my shirt and feel you run your fingertips up my abs with just enough pressure to scrape. It makes me draw a deep breath and even in my loosened state I still notice as you smile into our continuing kiss, I growing more aggressive as involuntarily moan a little into you.
Your answering moan is more than I can take as my hand starts pressing in rhythm at the warm center of your panties with the hand that has wandered under your skirt. My palm covering your sultry little slit which has soaked your lacy boy shorts is working you to a feverish pitch. Your bra comes off next with a little fumbling and giggles, ending in a kiss that has us both smiling into it.
Our kiss grows fierce and your hips push, but I set you back against the bed. You pout a little but I bring your dress to cover your beautiful breasts again, trailing down from your neck to your chest to your lovely mounds as I nip and suckle. I tug the dress back with my teeth, your hands on my head and roaming in my hair. You seem questioning and a little disappointed. At my answering grin you can't help but smile, your lust growing at my mischievousness.
"This dress just looks too fucking sexy to get rid of just yet," I say softly, your eyes sparkling at the compliment.
"Thank you," you say, your voice dripping in need as you reach for my zipper.
I pull away just out of reach again and you play at pouting again, but I just wink.
"Not yet baby, this is going to be what I want, you understand? Be my beautiful little slut, listen close and I'll give you everything you want, ok?"
Your eyes practically burn as I say slut, pushing your buttons and making you want it. Before you can respond you're on your back on the bed, legs resting on my arms having kissed and licked my way to your inner thighs. I draw circles around your pussy, so hot and soaked I can feel it without touching. Your head bucks with the feelings.
Your impatience is showing, but it just eggs me on even more, so I go back down to the other ankle to start over. I bite the sensitive area just behind your knee and you moan as I continue back again, my journey to your sweet little cunt as slow as can be when I want you so bad. My fuckstick is so hard I can barely stand it, but this portion is just the beginning so I wait, knowing it will be worth it.
Finally my tongue teases your outer lips and dips in, bringing an intake of satisfaction that makes me smile even as I continue probing about. I avoid your clit, keeping to the hole and teasing your perineum with my prodding tongue as you build up. I grow as you climb that cliff, taking slow sweeps upward and bringing that little hard button to the play as well.
You’re moaning and writhing growing enough I know you are getting close. I spread you with my fingers and keep licking, keeping you close but never pushing too far, till my jaw aches and my tongue stiffens. Your body is begging for it but I refuse, knowing that tonight we are going to do something a little different.
I stop after bring you just to the edge, long laps at your clit right up to the point your thighs and hips quiver just to pull away. You give me a dirty look that is all lust as I stop, stepping back to reach towards the button of my jeans. You start to move forward but I stop you.
"No no no. Not tonight. You watch, and wait your turn like a good little cunt. You're going to do exactly what I say, you understand?"
"Ok," you say, your eyes lighting up and the burning lust showing its head yet again.
I take my time with the button and zipper, sliding slowly out of my jeans. You look on hungrily but you don't move, just give me that pleading look that screams 'fuck me!' and stay put. I'm proud of your discipline, my own fraying as my hard cock springs up in my black briefs. I stay like that, only my boxers with my hand on my throbbing cock as your eyes greedily stare, before I tell you what's next.
"I'm going to take these off, slowly, in a moment, but first I'm going to stroke myself and you are going to make that little fuckhole cum for me, you understand?" I say firmly but softly, my voice showing the growl that means my own lust is spiraling out of control.