I’m sitting on the couch reading when she sits down next to me.
The smell of her perfume ignites a stream of images in my head taking me back to the first time I saw her. I can taste the wine on her lips after our second date. The story I’m reading gets lost in the flood of sensations. My eyes continue to scan the lines of text trying to find the beat of the story again.
She swings her legs onto the couch resting her back against the arm of the couch. She presses the bottom of her white-stocking covered feet to rest against my thigh.
I try again to focus on the words in front of me but it’s impossible. My body knows there are more important things that demand my attention.
I close the book, set it on the arm of the couch, and turn to look.
She smiles and bites her lip as my eyes take her in. She is wearing a black choker, black panties, and white opaque knee high stockings. Her hands rest in her lap. She gives me a slight smirk and a don’t-mind-me shrug as if she is just minding her own business. My body is already responding to the goddess sitting next to me. My pulse quickens, my pants start to tighten, and my stomach does an anxious flip. I place a hand on her calf. Her stockings are smooth and silky.
She pulls her leg away. “No touching,” she says with a just a hint of tease and then pulls her knees up and starts to spread her legs.
One of her hands traces a slow path from the top her knee, slowly down her thigh to her panties. She spreads her hand as it settles over her center blocking my view.
One edge of her panties as slipped revealing the hint of labia and I feel like I just caught an accidental glimpse up the skirt of a girl in school. The thrill causes the butterflies in my stomach to take flight. There is something incredibly sexy about seeing something you shouldn’t.
She closes her eyes letting her hand explore between her legs. Her fingers teasing the skin beneath the cloth. She lets out a soft moan. The sound hardens my want. I want to make her moan like that. I want to make her scream my name. Images of all the things I want to to do start to collide in my head.
When she opens her eyes she smiles, and I know my desire must be plastered on my face. She lifts the edge of her panties giving me a quick view before hiding it again. She tilts her head back and laughs at the frustrated noise I make. She hooks her fingers under the edge of her panties and pushes them down as she brings her knees together. The panties slid over knees and to her ankles. She leans forward and holds the cloth near my face.
I can smell her arousal and it is as if gasoline has been poured on my own fire burning within. The scent is my siren’s call. My body screams for me to do something. To reach and touch. My mouth aches to taste her.
She drops the panties on my lap and leans back. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and spreads into something wicked and sexy.
One hand slides between her legs to play with herself. She holds my gaze as a finger slips inside. Her mouth appears to be about to unleash sound but I hear nothing but an escape of breath. She leans forward sliding the wet finger across my lips. I taste a hint of saltiness and I am consumed by her scent. It only increases my hunger.
She returns it to continue her quest. It is joined any another. Her fingers glisten from her arousal. Slowly the sounds of pleasure build from a whispered breath to groans. Her body moves in unison with the short movements between her legs. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman in the state of pure pleasure. Her body starts to tighten. Her breaths shortening. Her moans increasing. Her heels dig into the couch.
I break from her gaze to watch her fingers slide in and out the heel of her hand sliding against her clit. Her fingers work in a steady rhythm. When my eyes find her face her smile has been replaced with the countenance of concentration. I can see from her face she is close to release. Her eyes roll back as she shutters. Her legs quivering in quick, tight tremors. Her ragged breath starts to slow. Her gaze catches mine and in her eyes, I see her hunger has not been sated.
When she finally relaxes she shifts to her knees and leans to me. Her wet fingers rub against my lips. I allow them access to my tongue. My mouth fills with the salty-sweet taste of her. When she pulls them away, her mouth is on mine. Her tongue sliding against mine. Our mouths tangled in a rough dance full of heat. A hand finds the hair at the back of my head and takes hold. Her body presses into me.
My hand works its way up her sides taking time to enjoy the feel of her skin. It is soft and smooth. I take hold of her neck pulling her tight against me. She rubs the hardness in my pants and I need to have her. I feel her smile against my lips.
She swings a leg over my lap and straddles me. She grinds her heat against the lump in my shorts. She pulls my head to her breasts. Her skin smells of soap mix with the perfume lingering in the air. Her fingers scratch lightly at the back of my neck and her teeth tug at the top of my ear sending shivers down my back and causing my cock to solidify into stone.
How can this woman ignite this animalistic lust inside me? I want to run my tongue all over her body. To taste every inch from her feet to her neck. To cover my face in her scent so that I am constantly reminded of her. I kiss along her collarbone and then pull her head back to lick her neck to her ear lobe.