Reassembling the night - Sex Stories

Reassembling the night

... rolling it around for his visual benefit. Without even being asked, she sat back on her heels, licked her lips and swallowed, sliding her index finger laden with an errant drop of come into her mouth. "Mmmm breakfasty." "Incredible." Imogen beamed, stood, tucked her boobs away and began to pull her panties up. Ryan put a hand on her arm, stopping her progress, pants mid-thigh. "We're not done here.” “That was wonderful but I should be going.” “You're going nowhere until you've had the orgasm of your life, young lady.” “That wasn't it?” “Not even close.” "Oh." He reached beyond her, alongside the sink and slid a knife from the utensil jar. Panic registered in her features for an instant but he put a finger to her lips and sank to his knees in front of her. He could smell her desire. Trailing the back of the blade down her thigh, he watched goose bumps appear on her porcelain skin before stretching the leg of her panties out and slicing through the fabric like it was tracing paper. "Hey! They were my…" He silenced her protest by trailing the glinting metal across her engorged labia to the other leg, effortlessly cutting the panties in the same manner and letting the garment drop to the floor, now useless for its original purpose. But perfect for what he had planned. "I'll buy you some more," he whispered, scooping them up and holding them out for her on the tip of the blade. "Wipe yourself up." She took the material, gingerly brought them to her matted pubes, just inches from ...

... him, and wiped her pussy clean. He snatched them from her, lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back in the sockets at the delightful stench of a woman in heat. "Fuck, you smell divine. And I bet you taste even better. Tell me how you taste." He proffered the panties to her again. "Go on. Taste yourself. Tell me what you think." She reached out with a shaking hand and took the underwear. Brought them to her nose and sniffed. "I didn't ask what you smelled like. How do you taste?" He could see she was slightly uncomfortable, but there was also a flash behind her eyes. This was new to her and it was piquing her interest. She poked her tongue out, moved the crotch within range and gave a gentle lick. "More," implored Ryan. She did as instructed, started to get into it, lapping her fresh juices from the knickers. "MORE!" he thundered, standing, throwing the knife onto the counter top, lunging for the material and pushing it into her mouth. He stuffed the flimsy garment fully in and watched her eyes. The perfect combination of fear and adulation. Triumphantly, Ryan grabbed her elbow again and marched her to the bedroom, shoving her onto the mattress. "Face me and lift your skirt." She flipped over obediently. He knelt on the bed, crawling forward, eyes locked on hers as she pulled up the hem, revealing his prize. Wet. Inviting. Red from the recent fucking. And all his. "Open your legs." Very slowly, almost demurely, she did as instructed to his considerable ...