It had built up between them,
the feverish tension,
inexorably,
achingly,
deliciously,
Building,
and building.
When they came closer in the small kitchen,
preparing the ingredients,
they both felt the pull,
unmistakably
magnetic,
invisibly tugging.
He held off to tease her,
she willed herself to wait,
but they both knew it was there,
and growing stronger.
The dinner itself,
from the chopping and slicing,
colors and textures,
sizzling and searing,
From the first bite to the last sip of wine
a multi-sensory delight
that predicted the pleasures
to follow later.
As the movie credits rolled on the screen,
she nestled into his arms
a little more snugly.
She turned to face him,
and in the most natural way,
They kissed.
His hand slid up the outside of her thigh
to the perfect curve of her hip
pulling her in closer.
It was happening,
she thought
her heart bumping faster.
But devious of mind,
he planned to draw it out,
tease her,
make it slower,
let it build
on its own.
Yes,… he had stroked a few times
Imagining where it would go,
where it would eventually
and inexorably end up.
Behind her,
her waist clamped
in his big hands,
pounding, slamming,
grunting, and growling.
His bone jarring thrusts
bouncing hard,
her mouth opening.
Her ecstatic sounds
reverberating in the room.
Her sweat glistening
on her back.
Such a visceral craving,
part of him
impatient
to plunge in sooner,
To push ahead faster.
But he also loved the power
to make her beg,
to make her frantic
and wet,
and hungry,
craving his fullness
stretching her
before feeling the hot pulse
of his seed.
As the electric kissing bloomed,
the clothes between them
found their own way
off their bodies.
Neither of them remembered exactly how.
Standing, taking her hand,
he led her
toward the bedroom,
On the way his will faltered,
or maybe he let it go,
heat flashing through him
weakening him.
He suddenly pinned her
to the wall,
overcome with lust,
wanting a bite
before the main course.
Hands over her body,
lit her on fire.
Her wetness,
pounding pulse,
and sensually searching hips,
gave her away.
He flipped her around,
pressing her to the wall
with his chest,
his muscular thigh thrusting
against her mound,
her gasp his reward.
Away from her mouth
His teeth bit into her neck,
and a sharp squeeze
on her nipple
brought another gasp.
Hand sliding down her front,
cupping her mound,
turning and stroking her
wet lips.
Wantonly she arched,
Legs spreading open,
Husky groans
Emanating.
He paused again,
and she gasped
in anticipation.
“please…”
He stroked her inner thigh
high in the crevice,
the back of his hand
feeling her heat.
She thrust her hips back,
reaching,
rotated them against him,
her aching void
becoming too strong.
He almost bent her over right then.
Aaaugh!
Close to losing control,
so hard, so ready,
but he wanted to experience
more of her,
more her feminine allure,
more of her erotic unbearable sizzling
hotness.
So he drew it out longer.
Handling her,
Turning her firmly
to the open
bedroom door.
She didn’t resist,
eager to please,
letting him
play her body’s master.
On the bed he feasted,
His mouth, his fingers,
like eyes in the dark
exploring her, reaching, stroking, entering,
taking her, knowing her,
her everything.
Every place,…except
her molten core,
throbbing,
vibrating,
almost contracting,
cunt.
She whimpered
deliriously,
desperately,
loudly,
her hips again,
uncontrollable,
revealing her painful ache
for more
of him.
“please…”
She gasped and again.
He smiled to himself
yet not quite satisfied.
Like layers of an onion,
he peeled her away.
With each layer
he drew it out more
When his fingers and mouth finally arrived
where she wanted,
even then,
too light,
too high,
just sucked on her clit shaft.
“please…”
More frantic.
He didn’t reply,
His tongue found her pearl,
but even then…
made her
Wait.
Kissing up her body again,
Covering her cries
of protest,
devouring her mouth.
Finally he knelt between her legs,
stroking himself,
as she arched and spread wider
“please…”
He rubbed his thickness,
hot and rigid,
sliding between her,
parting swollen petals,
then slapping her pearl,
jarring her,
eliciting a deep groan,
raising her knees up.
“please…”
He relished another of her gasps,
slowly pushing in at last,
nudging and withdrawing,
letting her wetness
ease his way
in.
Slowly, then faster, then slowly again,
pausing slightly,
letting his glans pop,
just outside
the ring of her wet grip.
Then pushing back,
slower, then faster, twisting, turning,
to hit those sweet spots inside her.
His thumb grazed
the length of her clit’s root.
Teasing her body more,
gradually approaching
her sensitive pearl.
Her wetness audible,
a light rhythmic soundtrack
behind her ahhs, and moans,
and the slap of his hips,
as he drove himself into her.
She was beyond any words then,
no more pleading…
lost in her pleasure,
building and building,
Her face beautifully,
contorted
He picked up his pace,
more deliberate,
finally relenting,
knowing it would take her over
the edge.
Harder, deeper,
he drove himself into her.
Her hands grasped at his ass and thighs,
wanting him, needing him,
deeper.
He felt it through her,
tummy ridging,
breath stopping,
back arching,
legs trembling,
curling back,
cunt clasping
him.
He paused, just a moment,
her exhale a piercing cry.
Nothing else like that sound,
instantly recognizable,
agonized feminine
pleasure.
