Wild Night

Long red locks swayed around her hips, the ends gently tangling as she walked down the hallway. She sure knew how to drive a man crazy when she walked, her hips swaying. Her ass was just the right size and shape, not quite ghetto, but round and not flat like model\'s bottoms. He leaned against the hall, just admiring her ass, and the way it moved, firm and round, a green thong adding a slash of colour against her pale skin. Her bra matched - the same absinthe green as her underwear. Just gazing at her body, he felt his dick harden, lengthening inside is shorts.

He followed her up the hallway to the bedroom, his eyes still fixed on her ass. She paused in the doorway, head tilted seductively as moonlight shone milky on the skin of her breasts. She raised an eyebrow playfully, and he came to her, his hands gripping her shoulders as his lips crashed into her in a passionate kiss. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, tracing his teeth and brushing the roof of his mouth. She knew herself to be talented, and the kiss demonstrated a small fraction of that talent. They moved back through the doorframe, towards the large, kingsized bed, moaning, and gasping and grasping and groping. His hands slid down her arms to rest on her hips, but did not stay long before they found their place on her buttocks, where he squeezed firmly. She let out a gasping squeal, signal of her approval of the guesture.

They got to the bed, and he reluctantly removed his hands from her ass so she could sit down. His dick was so hard as to be painful, but he did is best to ignore it as she scooted across the bed. He followed her on his hands and knees, like a tiger stalking its prey. She finally came to rest agains the headboard, one knee drawn up and out to the side. He took a foot in his hands, and lightly sucked on her large toe. It was quick, and then he was planting assorted kisses up her legs. Long, suckling ones, short tickling ones. He finally came to her crotch - her thong was soaked. He rubbed a thumb against the wetness there, and grinned micheiviously as the squirmed, letting out a small moan. She drew up the other knee, and lifted her bottom so he could pull her underwear off, revealing her sex to the world. The cold air against it made her shiver with anticipation of what was coming.

He blew gently across her moisture first, before reaching out tentatively with his tongue to touch her clit. He painted circles around it, starting off agonizingly slow. He build up speed as she thrashed her head, loud moans escaping her lips as she bucked involuntarily. Suddenly he stopped - she whimpered at the loss of contact that was almost painful. Instead he took a finger, and traced a start over the delicate lips of her opening, and then plunged it inside of her. She let out a sharp gasp as he moved his finger not only in and out of her, but in circles inside of her. They were long fingers, and seemed to not have any trouble hitting her g-spot. She moaned and thrashed, wanting release but at the same time wishing for the sensations to never end. He added another finger, giving her a deliciously more full feeling. He added a third finger and picked up the pace of his finger thrusts, making sure to hit the right spot every time. She was close to orgasm - she could feel it building, and soon she was writhing with the wish for release. He thrust into her faster with his fingers, the thumb of his other hand lightly tapping her clit in an off rhythm.

Finally, a strangled cry escaped her throat as the orgasm overtook her, sending waves of euphoria crashing through every nerve ending in her body. She bucked and twisted as he kept on fingering her, though he felt her vaginal walls constricting on his finger. She felt like she could not handle any more, like surely she would die if he kept going, but soon a second orgasm blast through her nerves. She writhed on the sheets for several minutes, eyes closed as she basked in the gentle pulsating aftershock as he once again bent his head to lap up her juices.

Nothing gave him a harder erection than making her come, and the silk of his shorts chafed as his engorged member strained against the fabric. Her eyes (open now) noticed, and shifted to pull the shorts down his legs. He kicked them the rest of the way off, and they rolled over, changing places. Using some of her own juices on her hand, she touched him, tentatively at first, on his leaking head, before wrapping her hand around his shaft and setting up a steady rhythm. She could tell he was close to ejaculation, so she sped up, her other hand subtly touching his head as she rubbed him down. He came suddenly, his semen spurting her in the belly, and getting on the sheets. She did not care.