My fingertips traced the lines of muscle in his shoulders as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders completely. “Are you Superman in the bedroom as well?”
Grinning, he picked me up, hoisting me on his hips and began to walk with me through the living room towards the bedroom. “I guess you’ll have to let me know in the morning.”
Cocking a brow up at him, I held right to him. “You can keep going all night?”
“I guess we’ll see.” Carrying me through the threshold, he took me directly to the queen-sized bed, covered in a black and white checkered duvet. We both went tumbling onto the bed, his body covering mine as his lips came hurtling down onto mine. His kiss was frenzied as he ground his hips against me, the ridge of his dick rubbing against my groin.
With each movement, my skirt hitched up until it was bunched around my waist with only the thin lacy material of my panties and the cotton of his pants separating me from what about going to bring me the type of pleasure I’d been longing for.
It was crazy and reckless. I knew this, but it was about more than a stupid hazing stunt. This was me finally being able to break free of the restraints I’d been bound in and be the woman I’d grown to me. I was free now to indulge in my sexual urges and take pleasure in a man’s body on mine.
I was free to indulge in everything life had to offer me and with that realization, something snapped within me unleashing the tigress I was meant to be. My fingers moved to the button on his pants, quickly undoing it and the zipper. Grasping the waistband, I pushed his pants down over his tight, muscle ass and down his thighs.
Sliding my hands back to his ass, I gripped his buttocks, wrapping my legs tight around his waist and grinding tight against him as the heat and yearning swirled through my body consuming every hesitation I may have in what we were about to do.
His lips moved from mine and back onto my neck, moving lower. Each little nibble and flick of his tongue along my neck caused me to moan in response. And my God, he smelled so good. I could wrap myself in the deep, spicy scent of his cologne and bask in it forever.
Sliding an arm around my back, he sat back onto his heels and pulled me up with him so I was straddling his waist. “You’re absolutely stunning.” Palming my cheek, he ran his thumb along my lower lip. “Every inch of you is perfection.”
Nipping at his thumb, I sucked it into my mouth making him groan in response. “Damn, you’re driving me mad.”
“Good.” Releasing his thumb, I brushed my lips along the side of his neck. “That’s what I want to do.”
“It’s working.” He inhaled sharply as his hand reached around the back of my dress and grasped the zipper. Giving it a tug, he pulled it down and the bodice of the dress fell away from my now naked breasts to bunch up with the rest of the dress around my waist.
Reaching between us, I slipped my hand beneath the spandex of his boxer briefs and grasped his dick in my hand. Slowly, I began to stroke him, savoring the soft grunts and groans he made each time my hand moved the length of his shaft.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he hissed the words between his teeth as he sat up enough to push his boxer briefs down exposing his thick, hard cock to me. While one hand held me securely to him, the other cupped my breast, his fingers working my nipple into a hardened peak. Each pinch of my nipple sent an electric bolt of pleasure through me leaving me gasping and longing to feel him filling me.
“I want you. God, I want you in me,” I gasped, my thumb swiping at the tip of his dick smearing his pre-cum along the head and down the shaft.
Grabbing my ass, he picked me up and tossed me backwards onto the bed, leaving me spread-eagled onto the bed. Slipping from the bed, he undressed as I watched, my eyes drinking in every line of his body. I never imagined seeing him from across the room at the bar that he’d be so ripped under his clothes.
Turning on the little lamp next to the bed, he turned off the overhead light and came back over to me. As he grabbed something from the nightside table, I shimmied out of the little dress and panties snuggling into the softness of his bed which beat the hard single bed I was stuck sleeping on in the dorms by a mile.
He rejoined me on the bed, laying down beside me. As his lips brushed the side of my neck, his hand began to gently stoke my side, slowly moving up and down from my breasts to my hips. As his lips moved lower down my neck, his hand worked its way lower as well, inch by excruciating inch it moved until his hand was cupping my moist mound.
“Zack,” I gasped spreading my legs and inviting him in to explore.
“Yes, Sophia,” he answered, his head dipping again this time his lips grazed my nipple.
I bit back a yelp when his mouth finally sucked the tightened nub inside.
“You’re torturing me.”
Grabbing my hand, he directed it to his dick. “And what do you think you’re doing to me? I’m trying so hard not to fuck you senseless right now.”
My hand wrapped around his dick again, gently squeezing and feeling a sense of empowerment when I heard his sharp intake of breath and low, feral groan.
His tongue swirled around my nipple, then sucked it in deep, making me cry out for him. As his mouth moved from the first nipple to the second, his hand returned to my mound, his fingers spreading me wide, and stroking the length of my slit from my ass to my clit. The movements were slow and excruciating making my insides clench and I groaned out in need.
I’d never felt such need and desire before.
My times with the driver, Antonio had been quick and while pleasurable enough, were meant to get off and be done with it. Perhaps it had been part of me just wanting to rebel. There was no foreplay or tenderness like I was experiencing now. There was no amount of time preparing me until my entire body was humming, ripe with anticipation.
“Please,” I begged. I didn’t even care that there was desperation in my voice.
“I’m not rushing this. I want to worship every inch of your body baby,” he murmured as his finger slipped into me. As I cried out, my barely used pussy unused to being invaded by anything other than my own fingers, a second finger joined the first.