His hands ran down my body, smoothing over my hips, curving behind me cupping my ass. He lifted me by my ass, pulling me close and our mouths met in a heated kiss, his lip ring a cool kiss of metal against my soft lips, our lips parting eagerly against each other. My tongue stroked along his mouth and he opened for me and I delved inside, and stroked my tongue along his, as his reciprocated. My hands smoothed over his head, stroking the slick skin, as his hands groped and squeezed my ass. He groaned in his throat, and ground his hips against mine, and I could feel him, hard and throbbing against my stomach.
Our mouths parted and our breath mingled. His eyes met mine and a smile curved my lips. We clung to each other, standing there for a moment, breathless. His tongue flicked out and licked his lips and I felt my face color watching it.
His voice was husky when he whispered "Hey darling." It sent little shivers down my spine. He squeezed my ass before easing his grip up. It didn't matter that we were in public. I was his and he owned me. And we both wanted everyone to know it. Which meant my body was his for him to enjoy however he wanted.
I whimpered softly up at him and leaned up, brushing my mouth against his, letting his lip ring rub against my mouth. He smiled and slid his hands through my short hair and I eased back down, catching his hands, threading my fingers through his. "I don't want to do anything we planned today," I say softly, looking at our hands, the tips of his tattoos brushing his wrists.
He chuckled and eased one hand free, rubbing his hand along my cheek. "Mmm, seeing your curves in those leggings and in that sweater I'm almost inclined to agree," he said, stepping in a little, dipping his head down to brush his tongue quickly across my mouth. I moaned softly, shutting my eyes, tingling from my head to my toes. It didn't take much. A few kisses and I was a clingy, needy mess just for him. And he knew it.
He tugged gently on my hand and we started walking, back towards his apartment. Our shopping date would have to wait another time.
We barely got inside before his shirt was off and we were kissing again. Our mouths were open, his tongue stroking, dancing along mine, our breath mingling, toeing off our shoes as we moved deeper into the apartment. I dug my nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his arms, tracing his tattoos, then going back to his back, loving his groan of need. He pulled his mouth from mine, squeezing his eyes shut, and then growled a little, looking down at me. He gripped the bottom of my sweater, tugging it up and off quickly over my head, my tank as well, and then my bra, barely giving me time to breathe between each movement.
His hands went to my breasts, squeezing them hard, and his thumbs flicking over my nipples. I gasped and squirmed in his grip, and he grinned a little and he stroked and played with my nipples, making them hard and making me pant. His mouth came down on them, and his tongue traced around them before he sucked slowly on them, hard deep sucks that resonated all the way inside and made me soaking wet and beg for more. His other hand continued to thrum my other breast, playing me like a guitar, slow and deliberate. His mouth was devilish and hot and it traced to my other nipple, bathing it with the same attention, licking and sucking it to wet hard attention.
"Please," I begged, pressing my legs together as he sucked and teased on me.
He pulled his mouth free from my chest, trailing open mouth kisses up my neck, his teeth a sharp edge along my skin. He bit my pulse, hard, and I felt tingles of pleasure roll down my spine as he pressed into me, rolling his hips, letting me feel his hard erection, grinding it against my softness. His hands stroked down my back and cupped my ass, pulling me tight and we rubbed against each other, the friction a sweet tease as his mouth laved over my skin, his teeth brushing, sometimes biting, his tongue wet and hot, the kiss of his lip ring a hard contrast. I clung to him, wet and panting, my nails digging into his shoulders then tracing up to his head, whimpers spilling between my lips.
It was always this way between us, a hot primal dance of tongue and teeth, kisses, gasping, pressing, each of us desperate for the other and stuck to one another. From the moment we met, I felt the thrill of him being a bad boy. From the moment our mouths met in our first kiss, I was always desperate for more.
His hands shifted and pushed down my leggings and panties. "I've got to have you." He growled against my throat and it was the sexiest thing to hear that neediness in his voice. They got to about my knees before he dropped to the floor and his tongue began dancing on my stomach. I knew what he was planning, and I felt the familiar embarrassment pink my face and I squirmed under his mouth. His hands became like iron on my hips, stilling me, before sliding to my thighs, pushing them open and settling them on his shoulders. I leaned back against the wall, and squeezed my eyes shut just as his mouth descended on me.
His tongue brushed slowly down my slit, before dipping deeper, flicking gently back and forth over my swollen clit. I cried out softly each time, and tried to hold still, my hands pressed right to the wall, nails digging into the paint. He smiled against me before gently biting me. I hissed and groaned as he moved away from my clit, delving his tongue deeper, slipping it inside of me, slowly tongue fucking me. I brought my hands up from the wall and smoothed them over his head, brushing my nails over his skin, as he picked up the pace. His tongue was pressing just at that right place and I throbbed needing more. I moaned his name and bucked my hips. He pulled his tongue slowly out and traced back up to my clit, bringing his fingers to my soaked hole. He slid two inside, and hooked them and then begin fingering me hard, hitting my g-spot perfectly just as he rubbed his lip ring over my clit and then sucked hard on it, slow and deep. It was all I needed before I screamed and went rocketing over, orgasming hard, gushing on his face, panting his name, writhing and bucking it out.
He smiled against me and pulled back slowly, keeping his fingers inside, gently fucking me with them as he watched me come down. My eyes met his and I felt the blush redden my cheeks again as I took in his wet face. He licked his lips and I bit my lip. “I hope you're not done yet, Delicious," he said softly, hooking his fingers against me again and making me squeeze in response.
I shook my head in response, breathless from my orgasm, unable to find my own voice after calling his name so desperately. He slowly eased up from his position, dropping my feet to the floor, cradling my ass still, allowing me to press into him, and carrying my weight easily. I leaned back into the wall, as his mouth came up and claimed mine. I tasted myself on his lips and stroked my tongue along the seam of his lips and he parted them for me.
Our tongues danced, mating, stroking and rolling against each other. His hands gripped and massaged my ass, and his body pressed hard against mine, and he was hard and thick still against me. I was bare still, and wet the front of his jeans, but still we rubbed against each other as we kissed.
My hands made their way down his chest to his fly, unbuttoning his jeans. I pushed them slightly, and they pooled easily around his hips, and his thick erection sprang against my stomach, pulsing hotly against my skin. I slid my hand along its length, moaning into his mouth. He groaned back as I rubbed my thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-cum, stroking him slowly, squeezing tightly. I pulled my mouth from his, looking down our bodies, licking my lips, eager to taste him the way he had tasted me. His hand came up and gripped my jaw and brought my mouth back to his, kissing me hard and hot.
“Not this time Delicious. I need you too much to let you tease me with that lovely mouth.” He murmured against my lips, biting my lower lip hard, causing a heated flush to work its way up from inside. God he could kiss.
He suddenly clasped me by my ass, lifting me up, pinning me to the wall. His body was hard against mine, and my legs went around him automatically, pressing my wet slit tightly against his hard throbbing length. He rubbed himself slowly against me, wetting himself, teasing us both, his eyes on mine, his fingers digging into my skin. We needed this. This desperate fuck against the wall, too hot to make it to the bedroom only a few feet beyond us.
He lined himself up with my soaked entrance, and pressed slowly inside. My fingers found his arms, my nails digging into his tattooed flesh. I shut my eyes and gasped slowly for air as he pushed slow and deep inside. That feeling of him stretching me slowly, taking me inch by inch was the best feeling in the world and even in this moment, when we were both needy and our bodies begging for release, he took the time to take me slowly.
Once he bottomed out, he paused, leaning into me, and then pulled back, and started slamming into me. I cried out as he took me, rough and hard, quick deep strokes that left me weak and pulsing. He was thick and hard and stroking every part of me that felt so good. His hands were like iron on my skin and I knew there would be bruises in the morning, but I couldn’t care as he took me, fucking me hard. His hips fit perfectly between my soft thighs, hard angles bouncing off the flesh, his muscles contracting, his mouth parting on little puffs of air.
“So good baby…so good…” I said softly, my voice low and breathy as he took me higher and higher, my body twisting and bucking against the wall, pressing back against his as he took me. I panted his name as he took me faster, harder, hitting the deepest place inside of me, sending shivers through me. “Fuck baby, yes right there. Right there baby,” I say, under my breath, clinging to him, rocking my hips quickly against his, riding him, moving with him, against him. Finally the building, the heat, the ball of the fire in my stomach, explodes into a million stars and I shatter hard, cumming around him, soaking his cock, crying his name desperately loud. His own voice mingles with mine in a half shout, and I feel him erupt, pushing deep inside of me, as his cock pulses, filling me to the brim with his cum. I shuddered and moaned as I felt it overflow, dribbling slowly down my leg, and he panted, leaning his head against mine. Our mouths met in another long slow kiss, our tongues stroking and touching, as we moved back and forth gently against each other. Our lips parted and we smiled at one another.
Gently, his grip eased, and he pulled slowly from me, his flesh tugging at mine, still semi hard inside of me, soaked in our juices. I watched fascinated as my legs came down, our mixed fluids spilling slowly down my thighs, and he eased away from me, glistening and pink. I dropped to my knees and leaned forward, licking him slowly. I loved the taste of us. I licked him from base to tip, swirling my tongue around him, before parting my lips, sucking slowly on the head of his cock. He groaned a little and ran a hand through my hair, tugging gently on it and my mouth popped off him and he forced me to look up at him. I licked my lips, and smiled.
“So very delicious, my love,” I said, my voice throaty and almost hoarse now from shouting and crying out for him. He let go of my hair and let his hand stroke my jaw, and then slid his hand back into my hair again, tugging it upwards to get me off my knees. I complied, loving it when he used my hair as a handle. It wasn’t long yet, but longer than when we had first met, and now he could really get a good grip on it and pull it and use it to guide me where he wanted.
I stood near him, and he stroked my scalp and for a moment we just stood there, totally satisfied in each others presence. This was how it was between us sometimes after an intense love making session. We didn’t need to cuddle and kiss, we could just simply be near to one another and still feel the love and desire from the other. My eyes traced his face, and his traced mine as his hands stroked my hair absently.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, and then go back to errands, now that the edge is taken off?” he said, his voice soft. It was a question. Not a demand. He could’ve demanded it, and I would’ve done it.
I nodded in reply, and moved to the bathroom, shuffling a little, having never gotten the leggings off fully. I heard him chuckle at my movements, and I grinned at him over my shoulder. I took a washcloth from his drying rack, wet it, and slowly began to wipe myself clean, taking my time to stroke the sensitive flesh between my legs, and wipe my thighs down thoroughly. I felt his gaze on me as I neared completion, and I looked up and met his eyes and smiled. He loved to watch me do this, the way I touched myself. It was something we did often, watch each other get off, before we made love. It came from a year of being apart and only satisfying our desires over Skype. We had both developed voyeuristic tendencies.
As I finished cleaning up, and worked my leggings back up with my panties, his hands smoothed over mine. His mouth came over my shoulder and he nibbled my neck. “How long do we have until you have to get home?” he said, his voice muffled against my skin.
“About 4 hours. Just enough time to watch a movie, or go shopping, or get something to eat and have crazy sex,” I said, jokingly. When I shifted in his arms, and saw that familiar heat in his eyes I grinned. Our mouths met in a heated clash, as he backed me into the bathroom counter and we were at each other again, his cock hard and free against my stomach, my pussy weeping and wetting my leggings already eager for him to fill me once more.
Crazy sex it was then.
