He shivered, watching those gorgeous plump breasts and her feminine parts call out to him as she came closer to sit on his lap. The words then found way back to his mouth.
“Miranda, what are you doing?” He gulped, suddenly feeling a sensation of warmness, evening with the cool atmosphere the room was enveloped in,
Upon reaching him, she brought his hand to touch her body, starting with her legs, damn those ravishing legs! “Touch me anywhere you like, I’m yours Damian,” coupled with her sexy voice, the heat in the room seemed to increase with every second that passed, making sweat run down his neck, as he was now face to face with Miranda’s breasts.
“Miranda…” before he could say anything more, she traced her nails along his balls and cock from the outside of his pants, she had him moaning then, his eyes closed, his mouth half open, she blushed at the sight of his organ springing forth, begging to be released from its confines.
He couldn’t resist the urge to do what was in his mind anymore, as he felt his sexual desires overtake him at that very moment, his hands slid forwards and caressed her breasts. His fingers tweaked her nipples and then he tugged them, making her squeal.
“Yes, yes, touch me as much as you want Damian! Make me yours,” she squirmed.
As his mouth took over the job of caressing her breasts, his hands kept on exploring the curves of her body, sliding his hands around and letting them lead the way, her soft skin driving him wild as he feasted on her hard nipples.
He slid his hands down to her legs, fondling at her inner thighs, slowly, moving his fingers closer to her pussy, circling his hand round her folds for a bit before sliding his fingers into her wet pussy. He starts fingering her, making her begin to start moaning, gasping and panting from the intense pleasure, making her a mewling, screaming squirting mess of orgasm on his hands.
He wanted to be inside of her so badly that he just couldn’t take it, but no, he wanted to be gentle with her, Miranda is still quite new to all this, he doesn’t want to push her too far.
After his mouth left her breasts, she watched his body language, she noticed how much he was holding back, she knew he was doing it for her, but what she wanted was far from that.
She held his chin up to meet her gaze, his eyes mirrored hers, revealing nothing short of desire, need and lust.
“I don’t want you to hold back Damian,” she muttered.
“Miranda…”
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t hold back, give me all you’ve got, unleash all of your primal side on me tonight.”
“I’m not sure you know what you’re asking for.”
It didn’t matter if she knew or not, what mattered was that she wanted it. He wanted it too and he wanted her to have it, and to her surprise, she really did want it, notwithstanding how much pain it would cause her, what mattered to her most was all the pleasure she derived from being by his side. That’s all that mattered.
He’d already seen the answer in her eyes, and it was time to give his too. She felt his arms grip her body then. His strong firm hold graced with gentleness. In one motion he lifted her from his laps, flipping her on to face her front so she bent against the table with both of her hands trapped in one of his, his other hand holding her neck down against the slab. Her legs loosely closed, her pussy and ass up, facing him.
She felt the warmth between her legs. The gentle evening arousal ignited by the spark of memory and of wanting more. She felt his warm masculine hands as he placed them on the cheeks of her ass. She felt him spread her cheeks and then instantly the warm wetness of his tongue as it did a single lick across her tight ass hole. In almost complete darkness and being unable to breathe properly, she succumbed to the delicious and tantalizing sensation. She wanted to feel it again. She didn’t have to wait long. The second time the lick lingered and his tongue swirled around a little. She imagined the delight on his face as he tasted her, maybe there was a glint in those hypnotic emerald eyes that were set in that exquisite porcelain face. The tongue came again, this time probing a little, not pushing inside but pressing against. It then instantly found her sweet spot, hidden in the delicate folds at the top of her pussy. It flicked across it several times before slowly licking along the entire length and returning to lapping and pressing against her ass hole. Fuck! She wanted this tongue inside her. Inside her pussy, inside her ass. She just wanted to feel it writhe inside…. all of her.
She sank into this new pleasure as it was being delivered to her, and how foreign and yet intoxicating it was. She then heard him unzip his trousers, her pussy dripping at the thought of what was going to happen next. The next second she felt his fat cock nudging its way into her opening, and in one quick thrust he went into her soaked channel, driving his hips forward, claiming her pussy with all of his length until he finally buried all of his cock into her. This sent Miranda into another orgasm, shaking and cumming on his ghostly cock, her juices sliding down her legs, his lips finding their way to the back of her neck as he slid out and thrust his cock fully into her again, making her moan as he stretched her. With every thrust, he felt more alive and full of power, he became more solid until you could hardly see through him, and Miranda could fully grasp him and feel his weight on her, his cock fattening, feeling thicker and bigger. Every thrust made her cry out in both pain and pleasure, screaming for more, needing more.
She could feel as his dick started moving faster and harder in her pussy. It was relentless, there was no reprieve from fucking this wondrous, warm and enveloping pussy.