Chef Michael - another evening

You run your hand up and down my body. Smoothing over the curve of my hip and the cheek of my bottom. Calloused fingers sliding underneath the lace material. I can hear them scratching like birds feet.

I ask you what you're thinking about. You respond that you're thinking about whether I like what you're doing. You pause. Correct yourself.

"I'm thinking that you are enjoying what I'm doing".

I smile sheepishly, curling my back and pushing my bottom against your open hand.

We start to kiss. Gentle. Then not so. Bitten lips, tongues sucked and twisted and entangled. You push me onto my back and your hand finds my cunt and insistently begins to rub at me through my clothes. Rough and uncaring. The thin material soon becomes sodden.

You suck and gnaw at my breasts. Your hand slips underneath the covering and you begin to stroke me. Desperate, oozing hot and wet.

You kiss my neck and I thread my hands into your hair and tug it and pull you in closer and you ask me if I want you to lick my cunt, and what sort of question is that? I moan softly into your mouth as you push your lips against mine.

Your mouth on my cunt feels so good. You taunt me by gently slipping your fingers close to some point of penetration. I stroke your cock. Hard and eager. I beg you to fuck me. Repeated in my desperation. You oblige me eventually.

I'm on my back with my legs wrapped around your waist and you push deep and easy and it feels delicious. I ask you to spit on my fingers. I rest then against my lips and you drool on then and I push them into your mouth and then into mine. You moan. The visceral, it tweaks your brain, as it does mine. I feel your cock twitch and jolt inside me.

I use my to stroke and touch myself. You sit back, wrap a hand around my throat and fuck me hard. I choke and touch and build and it feels so good. It feels really damn good. I stare at you dark and wild, the ease with which you excite me. I hold your hip with my free hand. I whisper that you'll make me come, I beg you not to stop. I plead with you to fuck me harder. You listen and oblige. I come in an epic burst of froth and foam. Pull you into me And breathlessly enquire whether you want to come in my tight, wet, cunt.

You groan and screw me harder still. Buck buck, heat and release. I contract my muscles against you. You scrunch my hair in your hands and close your eyes and your face looks at once serene and anguished. Your breath is short as is mine. That definitely felt good. The feeling is mutual.