He laughed deep in his throat, then attacked her mouth. Pulling her away from the door, he flicked on a light switch and led her deeper into the apartment. Mouths still connected, they walked through what looked like a small kitchen area into a room that Jessie assumed was the living room. She didn’t really know, and she didn’t really care. When they stopped moving, Jessie removed his shirt. Tossing it on the shaggy carpet, she eyed his wonderfully colored skin. Much to her surprise and delight, there was an intriguing black tattoo coming over his shoulder and swirling down to his collarbone. Jessie traced the dark design, then placed a soft kiss at the ending point of one of the swirls. He made a pleased noise in the back of his throat as he began to unzip her dress. The rest of his chest was as fit as his arms, and Jessie lightly ran her fingernails down the firm muscles, making him shudder. Once he was done with the deceptively long zipper of her dress, Jessie shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it fall to a heap at her feet.
Pausing, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her scantily clad body; her lacy black bra and underwear matched the heels she was still wearing. After his thorough inspection, he popped off his shoes and quickly pushed down his jeans. Jessie bit her lip as she breathlessly watched him. She felt like every inch of her was burning with need, and she was going to explode soon if he didn’t satisfy the ache. When he was just in black boxer-briefs, he reached out and pulled her forward. She stumbled into his body and then crashed into his lips. Catching her off-guard, he suddenly shifted and twisted her around. With a cry of surprise ready on her lips, Jessie lost her balance and they began to fall. Just as she braced herself for impact on the hard floor, they landed on a soft, springy mattress.
Looking around, Jessie noted that his apartment was a studio—everything but the bathroom was enclosed in one giant room—and they were safely resting on a mattress in the middle of the far wall. Just a mattress. No headboard, no box spring, no bed frame to raise it off the ground. The rest of the large room was an assortment of opened and closed boxes; he really had just gotten into town. Just as she thought to comment, he settled himself between her thighs, and finally pressed that wonderfully full manhood against her. She wouldn’t have cared if they were screwing on the floor after that.
The feeling of him being so close to where she needed him had her squirming in anticipation; the scant fabric of their underwear barely separated their needy flesh. With a throaty groan, he moved his hips against her as rhythmically as he had in the club. His soft mouth placed languid kisses down her jawline, then her throat. While Jessie gulped down air, his marvelously soft lips traveled down to her bra. He kissed her once, through the fabric, then gently moved the lace aside. Her nipple peaked as her breast was exposed to the cooler air, and Jessie moaned in delight when his hot mouth closed around it. His tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth lightly tugging, and she arched against him as she writhed in torturous bliss. Yes, more.
Tucking her hands behind herself, she popped open her bra; it took a couple of tries with her numb fingers. When the material was loose, he paused to rip it off her, then turned his attention to her other breast. Moaning, “Yes,” she clutched his head to her.
With a satisfied groan, he left her breast and started heading south. She arched her back and pushed his head down, wanting what he was suggesting; just the thought made her feel like she was about to climax. Her drunk mind spoke her body’s wishes. “Yes, do it…I want you to taste me.”
He paused with his lips against her belly, his hands clenching her hips. “Damn, that’s hot,” he muttered into her soft flesh.
Not feeling the embarrassment she might have felt sober, she pushed his head again, urging him to keep going. With a soft curse, he harshly ripped off her underwear. He kissed her calves as he pulled the material off her, but he left the heels on. Jessie loved that. Breathing heavily, his beautiful eyes full of wanton lust, he watched as she squirmed on the mattress. Wanting him to continue touching her, she ran her hands down her front, squeezing the breasts he’d placed so much attention on earlier. Do it…
His eyes flared with passion, then he settled himself between her thighs. As she dug her heel into his leg, he ran his tongue up her core. Jessie cried out as waves of bliss washed over her. Before closing her eyes and succumbing to the euphoria, she noticed that the tattoo around his collarbone curved up and over his shoulder, ending in a tribal design that extended all the way down his shoulder blade. God, that’s hot.
That marvelous tongue in that beautiful boy’s mouth brought her right to the edge of releasing, as he sucked, stroked and teased her into near oblivion. Pushing him away before she toppled over the edge, Jessie aggressively shoved him all the way to his back. His breath heavy, he let her take control without complaint. Starting at his neck, she gave his body the exact same attention he’d just given her. When her lips were firmly wrapped around his glorious manhood, he cried out and clutched her hair.