I should have known this meet would have led to this, this so sensual understanding of each other. I was standing in the warm atmosphere of his room, it was cosy and flourished with a many number of books on both phycology and the human anatomy only adding to the intellectual splendour of his penthouse apartment on the top floor. All I could think of as I examined his deluxe boudoir was how much I hungered after his touch upon my now deprived skin, ivory and somewhat glimmering in the soft orange burn of the lights. Just the thought of what was to come was so very enticing, just the anticipation was enough to tip my fragile being off the edge of sexual sanity. I could hear his footsteps approaching from the kitchen, even the clothes which were lavishly thrown over his body sent my body reeling, he was wearing a mafia style Armani suit; vintage from 1980. His black shirt lazily loose and his trousers slim fitting on his muscular legs, toning every inch of what was soon to be on top of me. He had such incredible eyes, they were so dark; when his pupils dilated they made his whole iris turn black as the shirt he wore. His hair was a murky shade of rustic blond and it fell protracted and extravagantly down to his chin, his whole face a smooth porcelain curvature of both masculinity and yet the element of femininity which I found so striking. He was able to tower me and even though I was a very petit woman for my age I can certainly say his stature for any companion would be superb. He sauntered over with a suave smirk seductively spread across his beautiful face, in his large hands he held too slight champagne flutes, both teeming with the beige bubbly. I gave what I thought to be an affectionate smile, like a lover after a night of lust however our sex was yet to happen but all I knew now was that all this was just further foreplay and he knew it too. “So my dear what do you think of my humble abode?” he said with a seductive flicker in his shady eyes, “well I don’t quite know what to say, how to describe this place, it’s like your own kingdom” was all I managed to splutter out among the swigs of champagne which held me back from jumping him right then which I now believed he knew as well. After my short response settled into the calm and vibrating air he took my glass from me mid sip and exchanged the cool crystal with the deep intensity of his moist lips that so skilfully kneaded my mouth. All I could do was counter with only the most shameless hunger I could express, my frame now needed him; no longer was it a insinuation but a clear all or nothing order. “Oh god baby, I know this seems so fraught but I need you on me, in me, with me right now” I murmured into his ear, he looked into my eyes and licked his lips; still that seducing smile remained on his chiselled face as he said “you know I wouldn’t have it any other way, your mine; not just for tonight but for as long as you will have me” and with that it began… There was no more time for dialogue, those moments had passed now it was the pure rush of primal adrenalin and pheromones driving us both wild, the race to climax and to desire each other in a ritualistic flurry of rubbing and caressing like there was nothing left to lose. He laid me down onto the cream satin sheets that smelled so soothingly of lavender and vanilla essence, his forearm laid out to rest my neck as he unbuttoned my grey shirt with animalistic force; he was so possessed by his libido and testosterone that he could merely torn my blouse off in a single swiping motion. With the final black button giving way he exposed my breasts, with his grin only spreading further along his face he began to pull down the straps of my black and white lace bra (one of which I had worn for the occasion), just the feeling of his fingertips grooming my bare skin was enough to send me revolving. My face must of given it away as he moved his face close to my two small domes and strained out his tongue to deliver a brushed, humid lick; the sensation of his tongue on my now wholly protruded nipples felt so unbelievably good, I could have cum from a few more dabs of that hot tongue of his but of course he would make nothing that calm, that average. He placed his now wet and soft lips over my right nipple and his hand expertly manipulated and played with my left, I couldn’t stop the enchanted moans whimper out of my mouth anymore, why should I with something this good? This only drove him on, the switching between my breasts; manipulating my nipples in a circular manner, leaving me sprawled out like a dying spider; the feeling so unbelievably powerful and incredible that I just needed to climax for him. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, I want to make sure your nice and wet first baby” he moaned as his left hand wandered down my aching stomach and to my black pencil skirt; with almost no warning I heard the zip free itself and felt the sweeping of my bottom half slip off my ankles, now in full view was my forbidden black and white lace G-string. “Oh baby you were all prepared for me, this looks so worthy on you but I bet its better on the floor” he groaned in hot blooded urge, and with that the G-string was reunited with the Persian carpet; as soon as the soft fabric hit the floor he was already by my trembling thighs, this was all I ever wanted from the start and now it was happening I…In mid thought I was invaded by his tongue, working its way up my walls like a determined wildflower. I could hardly get enough air between each intense gasp, as I came all I could scream was “I love you” and with that the waves drowned me and left me wanting more. let me know if you want me to write more ^^