I throw my head back, baring my neck to him, and he savors my skin with gentle kisses. I pant each time his lips touch me, a gentle fog of pleasure blanketing my mind. I get out of his hold with cat-like movements, freeing my hands and taking them to his t-shirt, my frantic fingers pulling it from his body.

I take off his shirt then and, almost with a growl, I press the open palm of my hands on his pectorals, feeling all the warmth coming from his skin under my fingertips. He presses his body against mine, sending a shiver down my spine, and then grabs a handful of hair on the nape of my neck.

Holding my head, he presses his mouth against mine; fireworks go off behind my eyelids as we kiss savagely, our tongues dancing and fighting against each other with abandonment.

Still kissing me, he makes me take a few steps back, until we reach the couch. Then we sit down.

“Come here, Kayla,” he says, taking me by the hand. I obey him, sitting on his lap.

I slide my hands up his knees, slowly raising them until finally only my fingertips are touching the fabric of his sweatpants. Without taking my eyes from his, I take my hands to my chest and unbutton the top of my blouse, the patterns on the black lace bra I am wearing peeking at him.

I can feel him aching for more, the impulse to just grab me by the waist, push me closer and just rip my blouse open darting across his face. But he remains still.

I rest my hand against his chest, the warmth of his body coming at me. I bite my lower lip and look at him, his eyes begging for me almost desperately.

In a swift motion I lace my arm around his neck and pull myself to him, sitting across his lap. Reacting by instinct, his hand goes to my waist, his long fingers brushing against the exposed skin between my skirt and blouse. It only takes that, his fingers on my skin – and I immediately feel a pulsing heat between my thighs, a piercing desire to just hike up my skirt and let him have me there and then.

I still can´t believe he would have given up on the show just to protect me. I want him so much...I just want to touch him, to do things with him. And I’m not just talking about sex. No, it goes deeper than that.

I pull his sweatpants hard down his legs. His hands fly to my waist and he turns me around, pulling down the zipper of my skirt. I push it down with the tip of my fingers, my bare ass turned to him.

I can feel his eyes banqueting on the vision of it, enjoying the shape of my ass and delighting on how only just a small strip of thong covers me.

With my back still turned to him I give a step into his direction and lower my ass into his crotch. It fits neatly against his cock, and I rub myself against it, the length and thickness of it almost making me moan. Our hips sway against each other, a frenzied lust driving both our bodies.

I’m so wet I’m almost expecting it to drip down my legs.

Wasting no time, I get up and turn myself to him.

His hand grips my jaw, index and middle finger sliding inside my mouth. My lips wrap around his fingers instinctively, sucking on them gently. My tongue swirls around it and my body throbs as I imagine his cock between my lips.

Doing it as slowly as I can, I place my hands on his outer thighs, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs. One little tug and his member springs free, and just seeing it again, my skin prickles.

Leaning into him, I close my eyes as I approach his cock. I part my lips and let the tip of my tongue out, resting it against the tip of his cock and allowing the saltiness of his pre-cum to coat my tongue.

I take my time, flicking my tongue and using it to circle the fat head of his cock. Tilting my head sideways, I then run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft. When I finally get to the root, I place one hand under his balls and start massaging them.

Guided by instinct, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck one of his balls in, allowing its full weight to rest over my tongue. I do the same with the other one, wrapping my lips tightly around it as I keep on lapping with my tongue, and only then do I go back up his shaft.

This time, I go beyond his tip. I open my mouth wide again, allowing the tip of his cock between my lips, and then I start lowering my head over his length. His cock pushes down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, filling me all my mouth.

I push my mouth down his huge cock, going as deep as I can. When my lips reach the base of his shaft, I hold my position for a few seconds, feeling the tip of his cock throb against the back of my throat and savoring all his inches.

Then I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can, both his hands on my head guiding my movements. I don’t even bother with building up a rhythm; I just suck him violently from the start, ravaging his cock with my mouth…or the other way around.

As his muscles start to become tense, he pulls out of my mouth, pulling my head back with both hands. Then he leans forward and grabs me by the hand, pushing me up.

His mouth goes to my neck then, savage kisses and soft bites finding their way through my skin. He starts unbuttoning the rest of my blouse and then, when the last button comes undone, he takes off my blouse with a single yank, leaving me only in my bra and thong. Taking his hands straight to my shoulder blades, he unclasps my bra and takes it off as well, revealing my breasts.

“I want you so bad, Kayla,” he says, his hand tracing a line between my neck and my right breast, then circling my nipple with his fingertip.

“I want you too. I want to feel you inside me”

I guess I don’t have to say anything. My whole body is whispering, fuck me right now, Brad, please.

He smiles at me, pinches my nipple twice as my wetness grows by the second. He then leans into me, his mouth going toward my breasts.

While his tongue dances around one nipple, his fingers start caressing the other one.

He takes me back to the couch, laying me there. He sits by my side and, stretching one arm in my direction, he reaches for my thighs. With his fingertips he starts drawing the outline of my wet thong, lightly pressing on my aching pussy.

With a single movement he pulls my thong off, making it slide down my legs; I balance it on one foot for a second, and then just kick it across Brad’s living room.

I sway my hips, but he takes his other hand and holds me in place by the hips.

Slowly parting my pussy lips, he takes his finger all the way up my crevice, and only then does he brush his fingertip against my clitoris

I exhale sharply, his fingertips caressing my wet lips with a maddening gentleness. He keeps his soft rhythm and slowly drives me to the edge with his touch. Ah, I love it.

Suddenly, he slides a second finger inside me and starts upping the pace. His fingers slide in and out my insides while he´s rubbing and pressing on my clit with his thumb.

I’m screaming now, and I’m also moaning. God, I don’t even know which one I’m doing. I can’t see straight, I can’t hear a thing. In this exact moment, the only thing my mind can process is the way Brad’s fingering me, pushing me toward the edge of ecstasy.

I moan, feeling everything in me burning up, from my toes to the tip of my hair. I moan between my gritted teeth, my pussy tightening around his fingers as I come.

After a few seconds, and without a word, he goes up to his feet and picks me up from the couch. Carrying me in his arms, he makes no detours – he crosses the living room and goes up the stairway, In the upper floor of his house, he goes straight for the bedroom, gently placing me down on the mattress.