It was a sultry summer night, filled with promises of forbidden passion and raw desire. The air was heavy with anticipation as he and I found ourselves drawn to each other in a way that only the most primal of urges could command. His hand reached out and brushed against my breast, sending an electric current through my body that threatened to set me ablaze.
"Slow down," I breathed, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "This isn't something we can rush."
He nodded, his eyes locked onto mine, and then he began. The exploration of my flesh was slow and deliberate, his fingers tracing delicate patterns across the surface of my skin as if savoring every inch. His touch was feather-light, barely enough to leave a trace on my skin, but it sent shockwaves through me nonetheless.
"I want you to feel every single sensation," he whispered, leaning in close so that his breath ghosted across my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. "I want this to be the best fucking foreplay you've ever experienced."
And with that, he began again. This time, he was bolder, his fingers tracing firmer lines across my skin until they reached the sensitive area of my neck. He paused there for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the new sensation before moving on. His hands continued their dance downward, exploring every curve and contour of my body as if mapping out the terrain.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel your arousal through your clothes."
He paused for just a moment, allowing me to revel in the knowledge that he knew what he was doing. Then he resumed his exploration, tracing paths up and down my thighs, dangerously close to the most intimate parts of myself. With each passing second, I felt more and more exposed, as if every touch brought me one step closer to the edge.
Finally, his fingers reached their destination - the tender folds of my sex. He didn't rush, instead teasing out a low moan from deep within me with every gentle caress. His thumbs brushed against the slick opening, coaxing it to part for him and allow him access to the hidden depths within.
"So wet," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper now as he slipped two fingers inside me. "You're soaking for me."
He pulled back slightly, watching as my hips bucked involuntarily in response to his touch. My pussy was clenching around him, trying to draw him deeper into its depths, but he resisted. Instead, he chose to torment me further by slowly sliding his fingers in and out, each movement drawing a low, keening sound from the pit of my being.
"You want more, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck you until you can't stand it anymore."
I nodded, unable to find words in response to the intensity of my desires. He smiled at my submission, knowing that I was now completely under his control. With a final, firm thrust of his fingers, he pushed them all the way inside me, stretching me wide as his knuckles scraped against the sensitive walls of my channel.
"That's it," he purred, watching my reactions closely. "Take everything I have to give."
And so began our dance of desire, with him driving deep into me and me meeting each thrust with eager enthusiasm. The rhythm was steadily increasing, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge. His fingers were slick with my arousal now, sliding in and out with ease as he continued to explore every inch of my swollen, needy cunt.
"Oh God," I moaned, unable to contain myself any longer. "Please... fuck me harder."
He didn't hesitate, increasing the pace of his thrusts until we were moving in perfect sync. My pussy was clenching and unclenching around him in response, each movement drawing a new wave of pleasure from within. I could feel the tension building inside me, threatening to explode at any moment.
"You're going to cum for me," he promised, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "And when you do, I want you to scream my name."
With that, he increased his pace once again, driving deeper into me with each thrust until I was completely lost in the sensation. My body was shaking now, every muscle tightening as if prepared for battle. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
"Oh God!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard..."
He held onto me tightly as I rode out the intensity of my orgasm, his fingers still buried deep within me. When it finally began to subside, he slowly withdrew from my pussy, leaving behind a trail of slickness that testified to our shared passion.
"That was amazing," I panted, trying to catch my breath as the aftershocks continued to rock my body. "Thank you for making me feel so alive."
He grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Anytime, baby," he replied, reaching out to caress my breast once more before pulling me into a passionate kiss that left us both breathless and yearning for more.