He tastes of me, of my lust for him. Tasting my juices on his tongue sends shivers through me. I lick over his lips, wanting to taste every part of him, every drop of me on him. I push my tongue back into his mouth, moving my hands up into his hair and pressing us more tightly together. His hands rest on my hips and as our kiss deepens, they begin to roam, moving up my sides and then down my back.
His touch sends sparks through my skin. It feels like a melting heat if taking over my entire body. Then goosebumps fly over my skin, bringing with them a wash of excitement, a longing for him to fuck me again. I can’t get enough of him. We may only have tonight, but if we had forever, I still don’t think I could get enough of his touch, of the scent of him, the taste of him. He has consumed me, made me his. Made me want him in a way I didn’t think I could ever want anyone.
I move one of my hands from his hair, running it along the side of his face and down his neck. I trail my nails lightly down his chest, pulling my body back slightly to give me room to touch him.
He tightens his grip on me, keeping me from falling backwards off his lap.
I run my nails down his stomach and keep moving lower until my hand brushes against his cock and he moans into my mouth. I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling the hardness of it, feeling every vein beneath his skin. I move my hand up and down and he moans again, louder this time.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he mumbles, moving his mouth down my neck, kissing along my shoulder as I work him.
I keep moving my hand, my grip firm. I start to speed up, enjoying the way his breathing becomes ragged. Knowing that I have this kind of power over him ‒ I can make a man like Chance come completely undone at the seams ‒ turns me on so much I feel a rush of wetness running from my pussy. As my juices coat Chance’s thighs, he moans again.
I jerk him off for a few more minutes, until his breathing becomes so ragged, so fast, that I know I have to stop or he’s going to come. I release my grip on him.
His eyes fly open. They’re glassy, lust filled, and he holds my gaze for a second, stroking my hair back from my face, and then our mouths are on each other again, a frantic kiss that tells me how much we both need this.
I lift my ass slightly, still kissing him and reach down to take his cock in my hand again. I position myself over it and lower myself back down, impaling myself on his cock. It’s so big that even now, even when I’m this turned on and this wet… I can feel him stretching me. It’s a delicious feeling, a slight sting and a sensation of my body opening itself up to Chance, taking him into me.
I put my hands on his shoulders, pull back from his kiss as I move up and down on him. I look deeply into his eyes as I move, using his shoulders to lever myself up and down on him, wanting all of him inside of me.
His hands move up and down my back as his hips thrust, matching my movements. We are one, moving as one, feeling as one. Warmth builds in the center of me, spreading out, filling all of my body with pleasure.
Chance moves his hands to cup my ass and he lifts me, getting to his feet with his cock still inside of me, holding me up like I am weightless. I clamp my legs around his waist, bouncing furiously up and down on him as my climax starts to build. I need the release only he can bring me. I need to feel the pleasure cascading through me, filling me with Chance.
He walks me to the wall and slams my body against it and then he goes to town on my neck; his lips, his tongue, even his teeth, working my skin and sending tingles through me. I can feel him in every part of me. My skin is like one giant nerve ending.
I can feel my orgasm thundering closer and as my release comes, I lose myself for a moment. I feel my eyes rolling back in my head, and my vision is nothing but a red, pulsing dot of lust. Sheer ecstasy flows through my veins in place of blood and I am no longer breathing. I don’t need oxygen; I need Chance’s touch.
My orgasm pins me in place against the wall as my vision slowly returns and I find myself once more looking deeply into Chance’s eyes. I see my own thoughts, my own pleasure, written all over his face, like he’s feeling everything I’m feeling.
I feel my pussy twitch slightly, an after effect of the huge orgasm that is now starting to fade. Chance thrusts faster, his own climax coming now. I clench my pussy, tightening myself around him, pulling him in deeper. He moans and brushes his lips lightly against mine, and then he’s coming. I can feel the warmth of his cum filling me up. He buries his face against my neck as his back tightens and his body goes hard against mine. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he spurts again, and then he relaxes, panting against my neck, his breath sending tingles through me all over again.
He pulls me away from the wall.
I know if he puts me down, my legs won’t hold me. My knees will buckle and I’ll tumble to the ground, but I know Chance won’t let me fall.
He doesn’t. He keeps me held tightly against
