A Very Certain Splendor

…”I am not beautiful, Alex, I am plain,” Susan said, turning away from him. He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall behind her. His face was startlingly near hers, his mouth lingering over hers, and yet he did not kiss her. Instead he lingered there intensely, seductively. Alex amazed her with how strikingly handsome and seductive he was.
“Yes, you are beautiful, you’re just too stubborn to acknowledge it,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her cheek. His lips brushed over hers slightly as he spoke. She closed her eyes, taking in his intense sensuality and sex appeal. His hands held gently at her sides, his thumbs stroking just below the under curves of her breasts. She trembled slightly, her breathing quivered. She opened her eyes only to be immediately confronted with his powerful blue-eyed stare. He was so acutely attractive that at times, all Alex had to do was look at Susan a certain way and she would become instantly aroused. Her cheeks would flush pink, her nipples would contract, and her insides would begin to throb and ache.
He gently ran the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip. She was quaking inwardly, her legs becoming shaky beneath her. He felt this, and moved his mouth to the side of her neck. He nipped her smooth flesh once and she gasped, her knees almost giving out then. His hands moved up over her breasts. She arched into his touch, and he stroked her already hard nipples with his thumbs. The weight of her breasts felt good in his hands, soft and supple as they were.
“Alex,” she moaned softly. He pinched her nipples. “Alex-“she cried just before he covered her mouth with his. She groaned softly, the vibration of it reverberating in his throat. He pushed his hands up her shirt to get a better feel. He found her breasts soft, heavy, her nipples hardened into little points. He couldn’t resist pinching them again. Her legs almost buckled that time, only to be saved by the weight of his body pressing her firmly to the wall behind her. She wrapped her arms around him, not wanting him to stop. He ravished her mouth with kisses filled with passionate lust. And then suddenly, he regained his control.
“Put you hands up,” he whispered in her ear, dipping his tongue into the shell. She hesitated. Alex slid one hand up her blouse, pinching one of her nipples roughly. She gasped, then obeyed. He unbuttoned her blouse swiftly and removed her bra. He then slid his hand up her skirt, feeling her through her panties. She moaned and he smiled at the wetness he found. He knelt and slid the panties off of her. “Now spread your legs,” he rasped. This time, she did not hesitate. He remained in his kneeling position and it did not occur to her why. He then pushed up her skirt and buried his face between her thighs. She gasped, her hands coming down to his head. She tried to stop him. She pushed at his head and he stopped and looked up at her. “Put your hands back up there, Susan, now,” demanded softly. She did, and he resumed his position between her legs. His tongue licked at her clitoris, the sharp sensations of pleasure making her moan and writhe for having lost control. He stopped, pushing one finger into her tight, wet hole. She arched again, and he pushed a second finger in. Her smooth inner muscles contracted around his fingers and he rested his head against her thigh, aching to fuck her. He moved his fingers in such a way that Susan wasn’t quite sure how to react. It felt odd, good, but curious. Abruptly, he withdrew his fingers and stood up. He stood back to remove his own clothes, finding himself mesmerized by the very sight of her stretched out before him, her breasts exposed, her bra and panties crumpled on the floor beside her. Her body enticed him, making Alex harder for her than for any other client. Susan stared back at him, obviously aroused and desperate for him. He pulled off the white wife-beater he had been wearing, then his jeans. No underwear. She wasn’t surprised. She took a step toward him, be he shoved her back against the wall. He came forward, aroused, overcome by the need to fuck, to relieve himself, to please his client. His erection pressed against her thigh. Alex pushed her skirt up and hooked one of her legs over his hip. Pressing against her intimately, she arched, her body aroused and open, begging for him. He somehow found the strength to tease her more, rubbing the head of his penis just inside the moist lips of her sex. She moaned letting her head drop to his shoulder.
“Do you want me inside you, Susan? Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked. She brought her face back up level with his. He rested his forehead against hers. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” she whispered. With that, Alex lifted her up slightly, drew back, and thrust his hard cock into her wet cunt.
“Alex,” she sobbed desperately. He filled her. She was tight around him, wet, any man’s dream. He drew back again, almost coming out of her, then thrust forward again, hard. He did this repeatedly, over and over again, each time his thrusts met with the arching of her body against his, accepting him. He felt big inside her, not hurting her, just amazing her. The sensations he was inflicting upon her made her dizzy, almost incoherent. It had been so long, too long. She needed this, needed to be fucked good and hard. She needed to come. Susan clawed at his back and shoulders, clung to him. Alex bucked and moved, hard and rapidly, each time slamming her back into the wall behind her, causing a secession of muffled, rhythmic thuds. She moaned and writhed.
“Alex, oh god, please, I- oh my god,” she moaned. She clawed and kneaded at his back. She was so hot, a bitch in heat, and he was satisfying that heat by fucking her as hard as he could. He felt her smooth muscles beginning to tighten around him, her nails digging into his back. She was on the verge of release.
“Oh Alex, I’m-I’m coming,” she moaned. He fucked her harder, deeper, feeling the beautiful inside of her begin to clench tighter around his hard cock. “Oh, please, oh,” she groaned, arching, throwing her head back. And then, he felt it, the tight, throbbing pressure telling him that she had come. The intense orgasm spiraled up through her, making her fall slack, clinging to him as if drowning in her own climax. She let out a cry that could have been mistaken for one of pain. Her head lay on his shoulder, her arms still wrapped around him. She was exhausted. Alex came out of her and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to her bedroom. Once there, he laid her down on her bed, and then laid down next to her, cradling her in his arms.
“How was that, Miss Susan?” he asked.
“Amazing,” she almost purred.
“Really?” he asked.
“I’ve never been fucked so good in my life,” she admitted. He smiled.