Reassembling the night - Sex Stories

Reassembling the night

... satisfaction. He was hungry for her but knew better than to dive right in. No, the way to really give her something to remember was to make her wait. Tease. Play. Delay. Let her dirty mind fill in the gaps. He knelt between her legs, swayed his head to one side, kissing her thigh and making her jump, then swung slowly across to the other. Eye contact was key, to show her how much it meant to be in his position. To give her a sense of power, build her up, make her feel revered before driving her to the highest plane she'd probably ever attained. That way she owed him. He had her number, so he'd call her one day. Or send her a filthy text. Demand that she show up at his door with tiny, tight-fitting clothes and no underwear. Play with her body, toy with her mind, give her a new pair of panties that he'd pick specially for the occasion, make her parade in them, jiggle in them, then shove her on the bed face first, yank them down and show her what a real butt fucking was. Drifting his eyes up her curves, he delivered his best 'I want you' look, pleased at the flashes of need she exhibited despite not being able to speak. He brought his mouth within millimetres of her wetness, raising the tension, then veered away again, trailing kisses across and up womanly hips to her protruding belly, before blazing a path back down to end at her left knee. Bringing his hands into play, he massaged her legs in long, slow strokes, and loved the reaction as his fingertips just brushed the wisps ...

... of her pubic hair prior to sliding all the way back down her supple flesh. With each languid caress, Imogen's writhing became a little more overt until it started to look like she was possessed. He held off a little longer, loved the tease, the little jolts of her belly as each touch coursed her body and she tried in vain to make his fingers touch her centre. He bent to her pussy, nuzzled the fringes of her hair and inhaled deeply, eyes glazing over with lust at the heady aroma. At the next sweep of her glorious thighs he let his hands continue up the insides, rolled her furry lips apart and brought his mouth forward, connecting a soft kiss at the entrance to her womanhood. She bolted as if she'd been electrocuted and exhaled through her nose, almost a snort. He kissed her again, harder, snaked his tongue inside and brought his grool-laden tongue up to lap at her proud clitoris. "Yethhhhhhh." Ryan watched her dribbling around the makeshift gag and ran his tongue over her pearl, delighting at the muted encouragement, knowing full well this was only the beginning. He licked, lapped and nibbled, drew shapes, ducked and dived inside her, sending her ever higher on the orgasmic elevator, his own excitement soaring in unison. He loved watching a woman beside herself with lust, ratcheting the intensity of her pleading, wild stares. When he deemed her ready, he brought his fingers up and slid them into her slippery channel. The response was every bit as good as he'd hoped. She groaned ...