“I like your style, Brando,” she says, turning her head to shoot me a sultry stare.
“How do you know my name?” I hum into her ear as I slide my hands slowly up her stomach, under her top and between her heaving breasts.
She puts her palms higher on the door, steadying herself and pressing back into my body.
“You’ve got a reputation.”
I taste the nape of her neck, eliciting a deep moan from her that tugs at my balls harder than a magnet.
“What reputation?”
She laughs lightly, in between the stuttered sighs and gasps that she responds to my every touch with.
“Big…bold…brash…Brando.” As I lift her tight top up over her breasts with one hand, my other snakes down her pants to find the wet line of her *. “Half the girls in my yoga class want to fuck you…and the other half claim they already have.”
I run my tongue down her neck, tasting the tender, pale skin. Her nipple hardens under the gentle touch of my fingers, pinching lightly, palm tracing the flawless shape of her breast.
“You girls really like to talk,” I say, before taking her earlobe between my teeth.
“I had to see for myself if the rumors are true. This is just research,” she says. I feel a tremble between her thighs as my finger moves slowly over her clit, brushing it until I feel her backing into me with a sharp intake of breath.
“Then I’ll assist any way I can,” I tell her, giving her clit a firm, steady press with my palm as I slide a thick finger deep into her slick *.
“Fuck,” she moans, leaning into it. I work my finger back and forth inside her, agonizingly slow, until she’s panting heavily and writhing against me. “More,” she begs.
I spin her around to face me. She tears her top off the rest of the way, breasts bouncing back into firm shape, and eyes me like I’m a three-course meal and she’s fresh off a hunger strike. Then she pulls my mouth onto hers and swirls her tongue aggressively around mine. It’s more like martial arts than making out, but I’m not complaining. I run my hands down the taut skin of her sides, grab her breasts, feeling every curve so thoroughly I could sculpt her. We back and forth with our tongues, pushing and pulling, lashing and biting. Striking the sparks of the oncoming flames.
“It’s no secret,” I say, pulling her toward me as I back off and sit on the massage table, “that I love women. What else do you need to know?”
I pull off my shirt, and she spends a full five seconds staring at my chest with her mouth open. I slide my shorts down while she watches, her eyes glazing with lust. “I think I have everything I need right here,” she finally manages. “All that’s left is a little field work.”
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a condom. I put it on while she peels off the second skin of her spandex pants.
“Welcome to the field,” I say, as she straddles me on the massage table.
She cups my face in her hands and thrusts her tongue into my mouth, pulling away only to bury her teeth into my neck. I let out a hiss and wrap my lips around her nipple, rolling my tongue around it like it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, teeth biting just enough to make her shake. She moans as she hugs me tight to her chest, rolling her clit up and down the shaft of my cock.
I lose myself in her curves, hands tracing the arch of her back as her * winds up against my cock harder and faster as she starts losing all restraint. She moans in short, sharp bursts, and I feel the hum of her voice as I move my mouth from one breast to another.
“Slow down, baby,” I tell her. “You gotta let yourself enjoy it.”
She laughs wildly, looking down at me as I grip her ass tightly and maneuver her over my cock. Her * is ready and wet as it presses against me, and I read the expression on her face like a dirty novel, all drugged eyes and strained pleasure. She squeezes the head of my cock between her lips, pulling me into her, but I hold her off, tantalizingly close, but not there yet.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, when her eyes go pleading.
“I want—” She gulps deeply, all the playfulness gone out of her now, replaced with fierce need, and speaks between pants. “I want you. Inside me.”
I let her take a little more, and she releases another low, vibrating moan.
“Tell me,” I command.
Her eyes narrow, the pupils dilated. “I want your dick.”
“Again.”
“I want your big, hard dick. All of it. Right now.”
I adjust my grip on her ass to let her take my full length and she slides down onto it, her moans turning into squeals of helpless delight. She bounces like she’s riding a horse, her body taking over, moving up and down on my cock according to the thousands of sweet sensations that emanate from our connection. I let her get her fill for a few minutes and then take charge, grabbing her ponytail in my fist and pulling her head back.
“Don’t move,” I say. I ease out of her slowly and she whimpers in protest.