Chapter 2

My skirt slid down my legs, the fabric brushing my thighs with a light caress that sent shivers racing, pooling at my feet, and he lifted me a bit, his hands firm on my ass cheeks, that calloused texture squeezing gently, making me feel exposed and wanted, the cool air hitting my hot pussy while I wrapped my legs around him, the heat of our bodies pressed together now with no barriers, grinding, sweating, scents mixing into an intoxicating nectar that left me dizzy, his taste in my mouth as we kissed, tongue dancing with mine in a hungry rhythm, salty and sweet, while my whole body throbbed, inner muscles clenching on nothing, aching to be filled.

Still standing, with our bodies pressed and naked, he tilted his head and started kissing my ear slow, his warm soft lips brushing the lobe, sending chills down my neck like electricity, making my hairs stand on end and a low moan slip from my throat. His scent was stronger now, that heady sweat of arousal, and I breathed deep as he moved to my neck, his tongue tracing hot wet lines on the sensitive skin, nibbling lightly, his salty taste in my mouth when I turned my face to kiss him back. My body reacted on its own, belly muscles tightening, a liquid heat trickling down my thighs, making everything slick and eager, like every cell was waking up to his touch.

He moved lower, kisses now on my chest, pausing there to suck a nipple with his hungry mouth, the rough texture of his tongue circling the hardened bud, sending waves of pleasure pulsing straight to my core, making my thighs squeeze together seeking relief. His other hand gripped my ass firm, fingers exploring the curves, seeking out the holes without being rough – it was subtle teasing, his thumb brushing the back entrance with light circular pressure that made me arch my back, a forbidden delicious tingle mixing with the desire, while his index finger slid up front, grazing the swollen clit, sending shocks that left me gasping, legs trembling with weakness. He knew how to tease front and back, alternating touches like a maestro, my body responding with a flood, heart pounding in my chest, breath shallow and ragged, every nerve on edge begging for more.

I couldn’t take it and reached out to grab his cock, feeling the throbbing heat in my palm, like a heated iron bar radiating life, the velvety rigid texture under my fingers, its weight in my hand filling me with primal desire – I loved it, that thick heavy girth I squeezed slow, feeling the veins pulse, the slippery pre-cum lubing the motion, making my stomach flip with excitement as I pictured him filling me. My whole body wanted it now, ready for what came next.

Right then, I decided to give him what I knew I did best, a pleasure I handled with confidence that always left guys begging for more. I slipped from his arms with a fluid move, feeling the heat of his skin pull away from mine, a momentary emptiness that only ramped up the throbbing ache in my clit. I walked to the bed all sensual, swaying my hips a little, aware of his gaze burning into my back, the room’s air thick with the smell of our sweaty excited bodies.

I grabbed a fluffy pillow from the bed, the soft cool fabric against my fingers, and tossed it on the floor right in front of him, who stood there stunned, a wicked smile spreading on his lips, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he figured out what I had in mind.

“You don’t wanna head to the bed?”

But I shushed him with a finger to his lips, feeling the warm wet texture of his mouth, and replied in an authoritative whisper:

“Shh, stay quiet and let me show you.”

I knelt on the pillow, the cushioned softness padding my knees against the cold floor, positioning myself right in front of him, my face level with his erect cock that pulsed visibly, the heat from that dick scorching my face, the musky scent of aroused man flooding me and making my mouth water.

I gripped him by the hips, hands firm on the warm slightly sweaty skin, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers, a subtle tremor that turned me on even more. I leaned forward in a teasing game, catching the cockhead with my mouth, lips parting slow to wrap around the swollen glans, soft and hot like burning velvet, the salty slightly bitter taste exploding on my tongue, making me moan low as I sucked him with skill, swirling my tongue in slow deliberate circles.

I was good at this, knew how to control the pace, drooling on purpose to lube everything up, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth and splattering the floor, mixing with the scent of my pussy rising from between my legs. I pushed my head deeper, relaxing my throat to take him all the way, feeling the cock pulse against the roof of my mouth and slide down my throat, that delicious tightness making me gag a little, but I loved it – his body tensing, hips bucking involuntarily, and I teased, speeding up the up-and-down motion of my head, never touching the cock with my hands at any point, all in the rhythmic sway of my neck, my hair falling in my face and brushing his skin, adding a soft teasing texture.

When I felt him close – the cock swelling more in my mouth, veins throbbing hard, the pre-cum taste intensifying, salty and sticky, and his moans getting hoarse and urgent, I stopped suddenly, pulling my mouth off with an audible pop, leaving him on the edge, his body shaking with frustration and desire, my own clit throbbing in response, an eager emptiness in my belly that made me squeeze my thighs together to ease the pressure. I smiled at him, lips swollen and shiny with spit, feeling the power of that tease rush through me, heat rising in my chest as I watched him panting, eyes dark with lust.

Then I dove back into the blowjob, head movements more intense now, sucking and licking mercilessly, while one hand slid down to cup his balls, fingers wrapping around the heavy hot orbs, the wrinkled soft texture under my palm, scratching lightly with my nails to send shivers through his body, tugging playfully, rolling them between my fingers like forbidden toys, feeling them tighten and the cock pulse harder in my throat in response. My body reacted to every touch – nipples hard and brushing the air, a hot flow trickling from my pussy, the smell of sex filling the room like an addictive perfume, and I lost myself in the rhythm, drooling more, forcing deep to the limit, until he, with a ragged hoarse voice, murmured:

“Now it’s my turn.”

His eyes blazing with desire as he pulled me to the bed in crazy kisses, his mouth crashing into mine with an urgency that left me breathless, the salty taste of his spit mixing with mine, hot and hungry, making my whole body shiver with anticipation. I fell back onto the soft bed laughing at his eagerness, a nervous excited laugh bubbling in my chest, but he didn’t give time for anything else – without any gentleness, he grabbed me by the calves, hands firm and hot gripping the thin skin there, yanking me to lie on my back with a determined pull, leaving me exposed, legs spread like an unwilling offering. I felt the room’s cool draft hitting my pussy straight on, an icy breath contrasting the wet heat down there, raising the hairs and making my inner walls clench with a mix of shame and excitement – that feeling of being splayed open for a man, vulnerable and desired, was both humiliating and intoxicating, blood rushing hot through my veins, my swollen clit throbbing in the exposed air like it was begging for touch.