My hands fall down the side of his body and I push on his pants, sending them down his legs; immediately after, he kicks off his shoes and removes his trousers as I pull his open shirt down his arms. I put both my hands on his chest and then he takes a step back, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of my naked body. I almost melt as I feel his gaze upon me - seriously, every woman should be fucked by a man that looks at her like this… As if she’s the most beautiful woman on Earth.
To be fair, I do the same - my eyes wander down from his face to his chest, the ridges between his abdominals almost making me salivate, and then settle into the long shape that tents his underwear. I take my hand there, curling my fingers around it as my heart keeps racing faster. With his pulsing cock on my hand, I’m hit by the sudden desire to please him, to show him that I can make him like no other woman can.
“On your knees,” he whispers, and I don’t even have to think twice about it. I’m on my knees before my brain even has the time to second guess itself..
I look up at Anders, a devious grin of anticipation on his lips. Just the way I like it. I lean forwards, tilting my head to the side and laying my lips over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I feel his thick shape becoming even harder, straining against the fabric that holds it, and I start sucking on it over the boxers. I close my eyes then, Anders’s hands resting on the top of my head. Cupping his balls with one hand, I start sucking harder as I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers, slightly pulling them down, just enough for a faint tan line to reveal itself.
I know he can barely wait - he wants me to pull his boxers down, for me
to take his cock in my mouth with eagerness and anxiety of an inexperienced virgin. But I keep a posture of defiance, teasing him hard, wanting to prolong his razor thin edge of anticipation. Inch by slow inch, I pull his boxers down, Anders grabbing my hair harder with each teasing movement of my fingers.
I keep teasing him to no end, my fingers softly brushing against his shape. Then, when he least expects it, I push his boxers down with a jerking motion, his cock springing free with a brutish eagerness.
It’s simply massive. I’ve already seen it before, but I can’t help but marvel at his size once more… And it’s so dangerously close to my lips… A shiver goes up and down my spine as I imagine me guiding his menacingly thick cock between my thighs, his fat head pushing my folds aside as he rams it inside me.
“Go on, Christine,” he tells me, and hearing his name on my lips almost makes me go mad..
Grabbing his cock harshly, I lean into him and wrap my lips around his glans, sucking and savoring the saltiness of his member. He tastes like a man should: raw and brimming with testosterone. I open my mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide deep inside of my mouth as I lean forwards. I go as deep as I can, this time pushing myself to the limit - I only stop when I feel my lips brushing against the skin at the base of his cock, his glans pressing against the back of my throat.
Hitting my breaking point, I pull back out. Then, firmly grabbing his cock by the base, I start bobbing my head, his length going in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. Tangling his fingers on my hair, he starts to guide me with his hands, dictating the rhythm - but he eases up the pressure soon enough, realizing that I need no guidance, the rhythm of my mouth on his shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury.
Pulling back out again, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; I start stroking him then, my eyes never leaving his. There’s a fire raging inside of me, and I’m going to be consumed by it.
He offers me his hand then, and I grab, allowing him to pull me up to my feet. I do it fast, my hand leaving his cock and resting on his chest. With the Devil’s smile on his lips, he takes one step forward and places his fingers on my waist. He starts to guide me across his living room until the back of his knees meet the edge of his leather couch. Only then does he let go of me: he goes around the couch and sits down, his smile inviting me in. “Come on,” he tells me, “I want to see what you can do.” Anxiety clawing its way up my throat, I climb on top of him but, instead of allowing me to guide his cock inside of me here and now, he decides he still wants more.
He pushes me to the side and, moving as fast as a wild predator, he lays me down and climbs on top of me. He grins, looking into my eyes as my heart becomes so tight inside my chest it might just stop; he places both his hands on my knees and parts my legs, positioning himself between my thighs.
“First, I’m going to show you what a real man can do,” he tells me, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, I can’t wait for him to show me what a real man can do.
Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue, then sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.
Oh, I want this bad. No, I need this. Laying down on the couch, right between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... and hell, that sounds just right.
I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.
With the gentleness of a man that knows his way around a woman’s body, he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my pussy in a downwards line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.
This is good. No, this is very, very good. More, please!
I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. The man is made of muscles, each one of them brimming with power. With my petite frame, I’m no match for his imposing body. In fact, I doubt anyone could match him. He’s simply one step above all other mortals.
The insanity of lust raging inside my head, I take my other hand to his head and hook all of my fingers on his hair like briar thorns, all while I thrust my hips upward. A grin dawns on my lips as I feel his mouth on me - if I told you it feels amazing, I’d be lying. It feels fucking amazing!.
He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue; then he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with such an intensity that I arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that permeates me to run free.
Relentless, Anders eats me out as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the whole universe. It’s hard to believe that the strict lecturer I’ve been studying under is actually a sex god. Eat your heart out, Ashley, I now have a sex god of my own!
I sway my hips up down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind completely obliterated by the ferocity of his kiss.
“Oh, God,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.
I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, my moaning turning into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.
It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.
After this, I know how I’ll end up: sore and exhausted. Does it seem like I’m complaining? Because I’m not - I’ve been dying to have a man making me feel sore and exhausted. Well, I finally got exactly what I wanted. And, to be completely honest, I don’t think Anders’s going to be free from being sore tomorrow either.
While my mind tries to deal with these whirlpool of scattered thoughts, Anders pulls out and climbs on top of me. I feel his body pressing down on mine and, opening my eyes, I take my hands to his face and take a deep breath. There’s a seriousness on his lips, but his eyes remain gentle.