Dare to bare.

What am I doing, she thought to herself as she pressed the button for floor thirteen. The elevator began to climb upwards and so did her nervousness. She shifted around and tucked at the bottom of her black dress. It's definitely too short, she thought, not for the first time. The floors ticked away and she tried to muster her resolve. The elevator bell rang, alarming her senses and bringing her back into the present.

The doors slid open and she stepped out. As this was a private floor, the elevator opened directly into the apartment. She was awfully aware of the noise her shoes made on the marbled floor. Stepping into the lounge she searched for the one who had summoned her here; after a moment she found him out on the balcony, back to her, admiring the night sky.
Before making her way next to him, she poured herself a drink from the decanter on the table. Approaching, she slid her hand along his back and unto his arm. "We envied the stars, so we built cities to rival their lights; now we have lost them, for our cities burn too bright", he muses while taking a slip from his glass. Smiling, she looks at him and thinks, forever the weird one.

Feeling her gaze on him, he decides that the time has come. Gently placing his hand on her cheek, he moves towards her lips and steals a kiss. The kiss is short but deep. Pulling back he takes her in - commenting on her beauty. He empties his glass and gazes into her eyes and waits...

The temptation is unbearable and she reaches for him and returns the kiss; longer this time.
Taking his hand she leads him into the lounge and pushes him onto the sofa. He sits there and watches her hungrily. Needing to feed his desire, she unites the strings of her dress and lets it fall around her ankles.

Admiring her standing daringly in front of him in all her nude glory, challenging him to act, he succumbs! Grabbing her waist towards him; he moves her unto the couch while removing his coat, tie and shirt. Taking his tie, he blindfolds her. He then moves towards her mouth and hovers above her lips, blowing softy. Her lips part but no kiss comes. His hands explore her toned body and finally stop on her supple breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. He places kisses unto her neck moving further down with each peck.

Her pulse quickens as he continues to massage her breasts and moves his mouth to her nipples. Flicking them each in turn with his tongue; favouring the left, he bites down gently and proceeds to suck. She clenches her fists and moans in pleasure. Before she can tell him to be gentle; he stops worshiping her breasts and descends towards her already moist pussy. Licking the length of her pussy lips, he move towards her inner thigh and licks his way back towards her slit.

Seeing her body tense up, he knows that his teasing has had the desired effect. Using his middle and index fingers of his left hand he spreads apart her pussy lips and begins to properly suck her dry. Licking, sucking and nibbling on her soft cunt; savouring the moans that escape her lips, while her body undulates with each lick. Wanting to please her more; he takes two fingers of his right hand and inserts them between the folds of her wetness - she squirms. While thrusting into her, he licks slowly up her pussy and uncovers the small mound that is her clit. Stopping his fingering, he looks up to admire the rise and fall of her breasts.

She is so close...but why did he stop now. Seconds pass and yet, she feels like its minutes as nothing more happens. Yearning for his tongue, she moves her hands to grab his
head and direct him back towards her waiting pussy. Her lips are coated with lust. Holding his head in place, he resumes his fingering once more and finally begins to lick her clit. Its unbearable, this euphoria - the pleasure borders on pain; a satisfying mix of both. She loses control of her body as he continues his attention on her. She feels the pressure building and finally climaxes! His fingers are removed and he licks her once more. Panting, she pulls his head towards hers and kisses him, tasting her own sex. He removes her blindfold and smiles at her; she laughs with delight and he says her name for the first time that night.

Picking her up in his arms he carries her to the bedroom, places her on the edge of the bed and position himself in between her legs while removing the rest of his clothes.
Taking his already engorged penis, he rubs it onto her dripping pussy and pushes it in. Sliding it into her - she gasps sexually. Her sounds have always fanned the fires of his fervour.

Using her legs to lock him into her, she adds to his rhythmic motions. The fucking is intense. His shaft feels good in her pussy and she grips the bed sheets in preparation for the
wave of ecstasy that's about to hit her. She screams out as they cum together. He pulls out of her and she brings his face towards hers - kissing him passionately. Stopping the kissing short she pushes him off her and straddles him. Gripping his penis in her hand she positions her throbbing lips above it and slides down onto him. He moans.

This taking charge of the moment by her, has him even more fired up. She begins moving up and down on him and he responds to her by thrusting accordingly. His hands caress her thighs and then move up to her breasts purposefully; they have been neglected for a while now. Alternating between massaging them and pinching her nipples between each stroke. Her face is aflame and her hair is wild about her - she is passion personified. He looks into her eyes and she bites her lip in response. This drives him crazy and he increases the speed of his fucking, while she grinds her hips in return.

She senses him about to explode and arches her back to help her reach orgasm. Falling unto his chest as they both cum once more. Their heavy breathing and quickened heartbeats in sync with each other. She is aware of the erotic feeling of his rod still within her.

"Fuck me!", he thinks. It feels right, her lying on his chest; resting. She looks up at him and gives him a mischievous grin. He brushes back her hair and kisses her forehead. Scowling, she asks, "What was that for?". "Nothing", he responds, smirking in return. Pulling out, he moves her next to him. "Maybe again in the morning?", he enquires. "Maybe," she replies, with a wink and snuggles against him preparing to sleep. Wrapping her with his arms he does the same. "Good night," he whispers and punctuates it with a quick kiss to her cheek.

~
Noir óneiro


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