n that hot, dark hallway where she told me I wasn’t allowed to be, her hips pivoted and rolled against mine. Her moan was like a prayer. A plea. This was going to be regally sensational. She squirmed as I clutched her ass. My fingers stretched down, cupping and loving the weight of the curve. My pelvis jerked as I savored the gorgeous meeting of her ass with the tops of her thighs.
The tips of my fingers felt the heat ahead. Under. Between. I reached and stretched my fingers along the warm wetness of her panties. She shook as I traced the hem, played along the join between cotton and flesh.
Scratching and probing along the wet fabric, my fingertips followed the heat and I breathed deep to take in the fabulous rising scent. I’ve always been a bit of a nut for scents. Perfumes and fragrances were a minor obsession. I could distinguish the heavenly light, honey notes for between her breasts as she heated up and the dark, heady, sensual siren call from between her legs.
Hot trembling flesh waited inside her panties and I relished the shivers that coursed through her as I brushed, gently, but firmly, from the crack of her ass, all the way forward. When I pressed lightly at the top of her pussy, right beneath the stalk of her clit, she moaned and her arms pulled me closer. Tighter.
I fluttered kisses between her breasts. I didn’t want to leave them. But I didn’t want to part from any of her. I wanted every lovely curve and crease of her in between my lips at once. to press and squeeze. To suck and trill with the hard point of my strong, fast tongue. To nibble her. Taste her. And drink her. Deep.
To taste her. From her toes to her tits and her fingertips. To nibble her neck and her earlobes nip at the backs of her thighs. To unwrap her, to rip off her infuriating blouse and her skirt. Tear her panties apart. And part her. Plunge into her.
I wanted my mouth in between her breasts. Inside her thighs. On her tummy and up in the soft folds of her sweet pussy. The intoxicating scent was unmistakable. She was crying me a river already. A flow of luscious pussy juice was going to waste when I could have been lapping up every last drop, suckling it from under her hood and coaxing it from all the way up her, diving with the greedy snake of my tongue far, deep into her delicious channel.
Her ass was so beautiful, I had to see it. Her eyes widened as I turned her around. I nibbled at her ear, kissed her throat while my hands slid down over her breasts, her ribs, and paused to hold her waist. The soft mounds of her ass rolled against me. Pressing back.
My cock stretched and strained. It ached as her soft cheeks rolled back against me. She tilted up and down the length of it, with a movement so perfect, I wanted to fuck her right away. But I knew, she was to be my queen.
There was an order to things. My hands held her ass. She squirmed and I held her firm. Her head leaned back against me and her eyes rolled. “What are you doing to me?” her murmur awoke the muscles in my thighs. Pushing and spreading against her fabulous ass, I pulled her tighter.
Her hand slipped back. Onto my abs. She moaned as her palm slid down. I never had to discipline myself as much as I did then. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. I thought I was going to lose it completely.
She leaned back against me. Her teeth bit into her lip. Her hand ran hard down the length of my cock. Her eyes rolled. She held it. My mind was slipping away as her tiny fingers tried to grip around the huge shaft.
In one move, she popped open the five rivet buttons on my pants. Her hand was inside and plunged behind the waistband into the soft white cotton of my briefs. I groaned as her little hand came to grips with the huge pulsing snake in my pants. She squealed and moaned. And she dragged it out.
I couldn’t refuse her. How could I? Despite of all the alarm bells and klaxons clanging in my brain, my royal body wanted her. Needed her. Right there. Right then.
I steered her hips. Nudged my cock into the heavenly heat between her thighs. She, wide eyed with her head shaking, held it, pressed it against her. And I, I couldn’t refuse her. How could I? I sawed, rhythmically, in long, firm strokes. Gripped between her thighs and rasping against the hot wetness of her panties, I stroked her throat. I squeezed her breasts. And I pulled her ass against me.
The slick crown of my head nosed hard around her opening and her clit, through the taut, wet fabric. Her eyes stretched wide and then rolled. She reached back to grabbed my ass.
I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to make her mine. I didn’t think I would be able to stop.