Proof

Finally standing face to face.
I feel your breath on my skin.
My anticipation of this moment is at its apex.
You take a step, closing the gap between our bodies.
My body is slightly chilled by the coolness of the brick wall,
At the same time I'm on fire with yearning.
Your hands against the wall, on either side of my face.
Our eyes are locked.

Can he see me, the real me?

He knows me.

Does he want me?

You roughly grab the back of my neck, pulling me to you.
You hesitate, then like a vampire, you seize my throat.
Closing my eyes I submit.
I am yours.

Give in.

I lean my head to give you more to devour.
Kissing and sucking, you make your way to my collar bone.
I shiver with excitement.
Goose bumps everywhere.
You undo my blouse, one button at a time.
The thudding in my chest is almost audible.
You peel back the cover and growl slightly.
Your intense mask a facade.
Briefly you gaze at my bare breasts, before gently taking one into your mouth.
Nibbling on my tight, pink nipple.
Flicking with your tongue, accelerating my arousal.
I take hold of your head, my fingers in your hair, holding you to me.
My insides become fluid as my pulse quickens and my breathing catches.
Your restraint is weakening, primal urges threaten to take over.
I luxuriate in your serene dominance and feral intent.
You quickly lift my skirt.
Your thumbs hook my panties, jerking them down.
I'm craving you.
Itching for that filling penetration.
I know that the reward will be greater if I let you dictate my direction.
Your strong capable hands part my legs.
You move to your knees before me.
Lifting one leg over your shoulder, you pause.
Breathing in my scent as you look up.
I am still, yet agitated.
Curious and anxious.
My hands splayed against the wall to ground me.
I am breathless with eagerness.
My long hair covering my exposed breasts.
My belly quivers as I hold every muscle in my body tight.
I hold my breath.

What is he waiting for?

Yes.
Please.
"Touch me," I whisper.
From deep inside your chest, you growl your capitulation.
You lovingly stroke my quivering labia with warm fingers.
Pulling me closer, kneading my bottom with your other warm hand.

Taste how I desire you.

Your strong fingers gently trace the edges of my swollen lips.
I watch in erotic fascination.
Your concentration is intense.
Arousing.
Hunger makes you salivate.
I swallow anticipatorily.
Now your fingertips explore.
Into the folds, spreading, pressing, even tugging.
I exhale.
You test the flavour; salty and sweet.
You look up with darkened eyes.

Yes, I'm still here.

Watching you suck your fingers makes my insides muddle.
Muscles tensing.
The petals of my blossoming orchid deepening in colour.
Opening and spreading to liberate my hardening nub.

Oh my God.

Your tongue is so gentle, the movement so slight.

More; please more.

In one motion you envelope it with your mouth.
I close my eyes and sigh into the intensity of the sensation.
Your tongue flicks softly at first.
Then with more pressure, you lap there continuously.
Consistent, rhythmic and firm.
My breathing escalates, filling the space between us, replacing the silence with ecstasy.
Your skilled tongue, wet with my juices.
You tease and taunt me beg.
"Oh God," I exhale. "Your killing me"
I'm close; so close.
You pull back, your chin glistening.
You look at me, rapt.
I shutter.
You continue.
Each time I get to the edge, you slow or stop.
You won't let me release until you want.
You lick your lips, savouring my taste.
You moan with satisfaction and pleasure.
Ten minutes later I'm craving like mad.
Enough is enough.
"OK, OK, OK."
I need more.
I pull you up by your face.
Kissing you and tasting me.
The scent and flavour like a wonderful drug.
My turn to growl.
There goes your shirt, onto the floor.
Your pants off too.

Damn, no underwear? Nice.

You try to regain control, but now it's my turn.
You like when Sam comes out.
Backing you into the living room, past the window, to the couch.
I push you to sit, but only because you acquiesce.
Not giving you time to catch your breath, it's my turn to kneel.
My hands are on your thighs.
Cool on your hot flesh.
They slide up to your chest.
Your hair tickles my palms.
My hair tickles your legs.
Reaching to your shoulders and down your arms.
I take your wrists and move your hands, over your head.
"Keep them there," I command in a sultry tone.

Am I asking or telling? Does it matter?

I lean forward and kiss you, my hands journeying back down.
I kiss your cheek, then your earlobe.
Gently nibbling then sucking.

Does my hair tickle as it caresses your chest?

Softly like a butterfly, I feather kisses along your neck.
Then your chest, your heart vibrating against my lips.
You lean your head back, accepting my ministrations.
I know you.
I know what you like.
I have thought about it.
And dreamed about it.
Your love language is touch.
I caress and touch your skin with my hands and my mouth.
The hair that slightly covers everything is enticing.
To feel you against my skin will be my undoing.

The nipples right?

They are hard now.
You moan.

How do they feel under my tongue?

Licking and sucking even biting.
My hands follow me down.
Across your abdomen, around to your waist.
Down your thighs to your knees and back up the top of your legs again.
You smell musky and masculine.
Dark and fresh.
My pussy weeps as my eyes devour your manhood.
There they are.
They are waiting.
I look in your eyes as I lower my face.
Your hot, hard penis caressing my cheek.
Then across my open lips, feeling my breath.
Then across my other cheek.
You watch intently.
Your brow furrowed.
Still looking at you, I take your balls.
Long, slow strokes of my tongue.
"Yes," your voice is a ragged whisper.
Now you're firmly in my grip.
So hard and hot.
Sucking and licking your scrotum and perineum.
My insides are melting.
I rock my hips.
Squirming I attempt to soothe the internal ache.
My mouth is craving you.
Watering and ready to please you.
Slowly, open mouthed,
Licking up your thick shaft.
Thoughts rush in of when it will take me.
I suck around your hard-purple glans,
Swirling and tasting.
I'm desperate for more.
Stroking your frenulum with my tongue.
Twisting, turning my mouth and my hand,
Up and down, I create a pace.
Your hips move in unison.
You growl.
I close my eyes.
Exquisite and heady,
I struggle to concentrate.
Pausing to take all of you,
My nose nuzzles,
Your smell making me high.
Again.
Deeper.

Can you feel the back of my throat?

I need to taste you.
Chasing my hand with my mouth again.
Moving up and down as you get harder.
I look up at you,
Your head tilted,
Eyes closed,
Jaw grinding side to side.
I reach my hand up and rub your chest,
Pinching your nipples.
I work your cock,
Barely sucking,
Teeth protected behind my lips.
Nothing is going to stop me from tasting you.
The thought is making my pussy throb.
My head bobbing in your lap.
Damn I think I might lose it.
You grab my head.
My loud moan reverberates through your penis.
You thrust deeper.
My hands grip your ass,
Pulling you closer than you dare to thrust.
You're moaning,
Grunting,
Fucking my mouth hard.
"Sam, I'm gonna cum."
Loudly you groan.
One very deep thrust.
Finally.
You splash into my mouth
I'm still sucking, very gently.
Slowing, milking, swallowing it all.
I'm careful not to waste one precious drop of your sweet, delectable cream.
I clean you and calm you.
Holding you in my mouth until your size diminishes slightly.
Then I pull completely away.
Smiling, I'm back where I started with hands on your thighs.
Your eyes are patient, peaceful and kind.

Do you know what I'm thinking?
Do you want to continue?

Your breathing is back to normal.
My body is quivering.
You look so powerful sitting there.
Leaning back into the couch.
Your head relaxed; eyes fixed on me.
You don't speak you just stare.
I rise and climb on you, my hands on your shoulders.
The muscles contracting beneath my fingers as you hold my waist to guide me.
One leg.
My nipples brush your lip.
And then two.
But before I can sit down, you stop me.
Holding me in place.
Your hands grasping my hips.
Your lips capture my nipple.
I want you.
You suck hard.
I hiss.
I need my release.
Still holding me in an iron grip you take my other nipple.
I'm strong too, I press down and grind you.
Trying to make you cave.
"Please, I want you."
So close now, my own fault.
But help me, bring me.
Please.
I slide my neat swollen seam against your hardening cock.
"Please," whimpering, begging.
You smile tenderly but with the essence of a wolf.
You tease me, you like it.
But you need time too.
I notice the hunger in your eyes.
I struggle, and giggle.

You'll lose' I predict.

You can hold my hips but not my hands.
To pull up is much easier.
And once up you, can't help it, my breasts will be in your face.
"C'mon don't you want me?" I say with a smirk.
And rub my mound into your stomach.

I can smell me, can you?
How long will you last?

I lower my head and lick your ear, sucking on the lobe.
I whisper in a deeply.
"I'm so wet for you, c'mon, don't you wanna feel me wrapped around you?"
You are stoic.
You don't fool me.
You try not to smile.
But I can see your pulse quicken in your neck.
"Ok then, you win, more discipline than me." I say.
The truth, maybe not, no checkmate's been called.
I hug your neck, kissing and sucking as I slide my hand down between my legs.
Little moans, little groans, so close to your ear.
You sit up a little straighter.
A little louder, next to your ear I whisper, "I'm going to do it, damn with you then."
"Can you take if I cum, right here against you?'
I am grinding, it's shameless, but I have to.
"Oh...mmmmm," there's no holding back.

What's that, is your grip tighter? I think it might hurt.
Yes, Oh shit.

Looking down at you, my hair curtaining your face.
I pull your hair roughly,
Looking deep into your eyes, you kiss my eager lips.
My hand still pleasing myself but wanting the man.
"No, not yet Sam, did I say you could cum?" You try to command.
The crack in your voice betrays you, and so do your eyes.
You forget I have powers to make you yield.
I reach down further, taking hold of
your cock.
I know what to say to make you.
Please,
I NEED you,
FILL me,
STRETCH me with all that you have,'

My breath catches.
Sliding the head up and down my slit.
Your hips rise.

Was that reflexive?

You groan and grin.

Damn, have you've got a plan?

You tease me, I love it but want you.
Slowly you enter.
I am breathless as you stretch me.
"Oh God yes. Thank you. You feel so good."
I can hardly speak.
Excruciatingly, you keep me so still.
"Damn your so tight," you whisper.
Finally. In all the way.
I hurts but it's delightful.
Getting used your size.
Our eyes are now closed.
Our breathing laboured in the stillness.
The pressure of you filling me is ecstasy.

Breath

Just a minute to me take this all in.
It's incredible, every second, I don't want to forget.
I feel dizzy. Stoned.
Dopamine over dose.
My fingers dig in now and I think I might faint.
My eyes fly open.
It's ok, you're staring at me.
I need to be close now,
To feel my breasts against the hairs on your chest.
I carefully lean forward, gasp a little and exhale.
Eye to eye, my mouth before you.
Sharing breath.
This time it's deliberate.
So tender, you grab my face and hold it static.
The softness of your kiss, tears my heart apart.
Moans of satisfaction felt between our two tongues.
But languid and loving ignites tension again.
I grip you inside me, squeezing repeatedly.
Your hips start to move.
Grinding in slow circles.
It's so crazy wild.
More sensational than even before, when I was more eager.
Your hand flat on my tummy, your thumb rubbing hard.
I slide up and down as I rotate my hips round and round.
Clenching and releasing.
Holding my breath.
"Breathe Kitten, breathe."
I need to inhale.
I through my head back.
"Oh...God!"
Oops too loud.

Who is this?
Is this Sam?

One hand slides up my back pulling my nipples to your mouth.
"Oh shit, I can't take that, I'll cum," I say so quietly.
"No don't, not yet. Move now!" You bark your demand.
Your volume startles me.
It excites me more.
You twist and lay me on the couch.
Never leaving my internal lock on you.
I wrap my legs around your waist.
You force your cock deeper inside,
I didn't think that was possible.
One slow deep thrust, then two, three.

More, please, more.

Your body solid on mine,
You move against me.

Oh yes the chest hair.

Gliding in and out so slowly.
I can feel you getting bigger, and harder.
Kissing your mouth.
Probing with our tongues.
My hands on your ass.
Connected so completely, so deeply.
Body, legs, arms, mouth.
I could make love to you all night
"Mmmm cum into me."
My invitation so bewitching.
You growl.
You liked that.
My insides pour out.
"Samantha, fuck," you sound deep and dark, like early morning.
You turn me,
Moving in behind me so we spoon on the couch,
Entering me from behind.
Your hand tracing the shape of my hip,
You grab hold and pull me to you.
Your hand is on my waist,
Your other arm around my breasts toying gently with my nipple.
Sliding in and out, in and out.

I want to cum with you.

I clamp tightly
Feeling every bump and ridge.
So close now, I can hardly hold on.
You bury your face in my neck,
Biting my shoulder,
Whisper hoarsely, "Oh fuuuuuck."
My body building.
Eyes closed.
Keep quiet.
So close.
Listening,
You're building.

Listen, hold on.

Grunting moans in rhythm.
Get ready, hold on.

Cum with him, cum with him, he's ready to explode.

God damn!
Toes curled.
In one moan we both cum.
Feel it thundering through our bodies.
We cum as one.
And there it is, the sensation of your ecstasy.
What I have wanted for so long.
I'm spent, and so are you.
But the pulse still passes through me.
Not quite the beat of my heart.
I hear your breathing.
I am smiling.

Are you?

We lie on the couch, with you still inside of me.
Your arms wrapped around me.
I feel protected and safe.
I'm trembling, but I am not cold.

What are you thinking?
Why do I wonder, even now?

I should know.
I should trust.
I should believe.
This is his proof.