But then she looks towards me, my arms dangling by my side as I wait for her move. Our heavy, angry breathing matches as her whole body and face transforms. I put out my arm once more, this time touching her arm. She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she stands straight and places one of her hands on my grizzly face, feeling the stubble along my jawline.
Michelle stands on her tippy toes and she kisses me, pulling my face into hers. She falls backwards a bit as I hold onto her for balance. We dance around the kitchen, holding each other in this embrace. Our mouths find each other over and over again as we come up for air gasping before diving back in.
We land on the countertop, me hoisting her up by her ass. She drapes her arms around me as I pull us apart. I give her a small grin before sinking to my knees. My hands remove each one of her black boots, unzipping them slowly. I take one of her bare feet and press the soft flesh of her big toe to my mouth, kissing it gently before placing it slowly into my mouth.
My tongue rolls around it while my hand massages the arch of her foot in the same pattern. She squeals, nearly kicking me. But as my mouth takes more of her toe in, I watch as she softens, falling backwards towards the wall for support. She lets out a small coo as I let go. I move my mouth upwards to her ankle, her smooth calf, the thickness of her thighs, and to where her hemline has crept near the line of her panties.
She stops me before I can go any farther. Like a gatekeeper she says to me slowly, “No, Cal. You can’t. We can’t do this.” Her voice is cracked, but it has that longing, that desire. I know she isn’t refusing me. She just needs to say we can’t do this to cover herself.
I look up at her and nod before I bite my teeth into the fabric of her cotton panties. She squeals but lifts her hips up off the counter, enough so I can pull them down to the ground with her shoes.
My hands part her legs slightly before I place my head between her thighs. Her hand is still on my head, but instead of moving me away, she runs her fingers through my hair and mutters “Cal” as I breathe hot air against her milky white skin.
She’s warm and wet as my prickly face brushes up against her shaved folds. Her smell dances in the air, like strawberries and summertime. I’ve never smelled or tasted someone so fresh and pure. She’s a drug I can’t keep myself from as I begin to kiss and lick at her sweet little *.
I place my hand at the top of her diamond opening, peeling apart her layers for me to explore. Through the darkness, I spot her clit as my tongue dashes over to play with the small pleasure spot. She instantly reacts as I feel her body spring in response. She lets out a muffled howl as I can tell she’s holding a hand to her mouth.
My own mouth covers her clit and begins to alternate sucks and kisses, pulling at the sensitive skin. I lower my tongue so it circles her hole, tasting the smooth ridges of the rest of her flesh. In circles it goes, over and over again until I can taste her moisture overwhelming my mouth. Michelle cries out as I move my finger inside her, fingering both sides of her walls and making sure none of her goes untouched.
And then I feel it. The rush of her fluids hitting my mouth, the curl of her body back towards the wall, her soft screams. Her orgasm is as gentle and as powerful as she is. And I wait to come up until she has finished quivering under my mouth.
When I stand, I don’t wait for her response or her reaction. I pull her down from the cabinet with one arm and flip her onto her stomach. She attempts to wiggle free, but I hold her arms still as I pull down my pants and boxers. I enter her fast, not wanting to waste a minute. It had been almost three weeks since I had my last bit of her *, and I wasn’t going to wait another minute to experience it again. She’s already wet, waiting, desperately hungry for my cock.
She lowers herself onto the counter, her head resting on the marble. I place my hand on her breasts before yanking the fabric of her dress down. Her sleeve rips from my force, but I don’t care or stop. Her tits fly out into my waiting hands as I massage the nipples with my fingertips as my cock begins to rock inside of her.
Her body is warm, a fire I would never want to put out. Despite having just cum, she’s still tight and her * is clamped down against my hard cock like a lock not ready to bet set free. This is not the type or quality * I could I get anywhere else. Her body knew how to bend and mold itself to mine -- like my own personal sex doll.
My hands wander up towards her long hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. I yank her head forward as I ride her fast and hard. She cries out, not holding back any longer. She lets out a scream so unbridled that I bark back at her, “That’s it, girl. Take me. Take all of me.” Her hips sink down lower towards the countertop, inviting me in farther.