Walking over to his ipod player and chose the song ‘I’ve Been Thinking’ by Handsome Boy Modeling, fitting to what I have in mind for him. I turned around and saw he was already situated in the middle of couch, eyes preying on me, six-pack abs and torso—bare, and his black boxer-briefs fitted him like a glove.
I swallowed and started to panic.
Do I know what I’m doing? You’ve got it under control, you’re fine. You can do this! Now, move.
“I need to get something. I’ll be back in a flash and don’t move an inch, Knightly”
I almost ran to bathroom and fetched what I needed and hastily darted back to where Blake was patiently waiting for me.
“So, where were we?”
“Oh yeah, pleasing you, Mister Knightly,” smiling and bit my lip, feeling excited and wicked.
Opening his legs a little wider, I stood before him—my long dark hair, wild and mussed-up, lips swollen from his kisses. I untied the knot of on neck my and pulled my short dress above my head, slowly.
Studying his reaction, his face stoic, his eyes darkened making his gold flecks stand out, his gaze penetrating me. My shaky hands unhooked my bra, pulled it off, placing it on my fingers and letting it dramatically drop on the floor.
I stood before him with my hot-pink lacy thong and my four-inch patent nude Rolando, Louboutin pumps.
Still, no sound came from him—but his eyes spoke volumes. It was locked on my round and heavy br**sts. His penetrating gaze made my ni**les hardened and my pu**y drenched.
Bending over him, my butt in the air, I kissed him neck and slowly made my way to his tanned and chiseled torso. I licked the outer part of his nipple until it hardened and covered with goose bumps. I flicked his nipple slowly and playfully bit it.
He gasp, “Fuck, Sienna. You’re killing me”
Glancing at him through my lashes and gave him a cat-like smile, “I’ve only started. Be patient young man!”
I went back to assaulting his left nipple and took my other hand and scratched the other counterpart.
He buckled.
He liked it, I smiled.
I slowly made my way to his navel and nipped around it. My fingers traced the outline of his boxer-briefs, soft and light—just enough to make him tingle.
Gently pulling it down, I loudly gasp from his springing cock. It was massive, the girth—thick and a big— vein outlined his hardened ridge.
My eyes greedy, my mouth watered, and my hands itchy.
Wow, Impressive!
Gathered my bearings, I slowly pulled it off his long legs. Kneeling, both of my hands gripped his thighs. I kissed his inner thigh slowly and made my way to his balls. Cupped it, hard and started to play with it. Holding his balls firm, careful not to touch his ready to combust cock, I slowly got up and bent over to kiss his neck. Assaulting it with my lips, sucking it and biting his earlobe while I gripped his balls and squeezed it, “Siennna”
I felt his hands gripping my ass and smacked my left cheek, fiercely. I yelp from pleasure and grunted loudly, “Don’t touch, Knightly!”
“Can’t help it. Your beautifully shaped arse was just there, waiting to be spanked”
“Enough”
He immediately shut his mouth as I stroked his cock. His eyes closed and mouth hanging ajar, aroused.
“You like that, Mr. Knightly?” rasping my sultry voice and licked my lips.
“Yessss,” he responded, his voice thick and throaty.
Still stroking him, I used my other hand to reach for the oil and flipped it open. Drizzled and smothered it all over his throbbing cock, wetting my hand as it freely oozed all the way to his balls; spreading the oil all over his thighs, his torso, on my br**sts and retreated back to catering his hardened ridge.
Right-hand on his c**k and my left on his balls, stroking his lengthy c**k slowly as I sucked his balls and played it with my tongue. He rasped my name as if in pain. Easing my mouth slowly from his sack, I gripped his hardened length and stroked it as I covered his engorged head with my other free hand, swiping my oiled fingers at the crown, making delightful friction to his manhood.
He buckled from my assault.
Encouraged, I gently squeezed his head, cupping it; I gently rotated my hand, upping his pleasure as I simultaneously stroked the rest of his cock, all the way to the base, with fervent concentration. Moaning my name from his delirious state, I accelerated the speed, as he started to grip my shoulder and panted loudly.
Viciously caressing him, took my hand on his ready-to-combust head and massaged his balls, and placed my hot mouth on his swelling crown. I sucked him hard and flicked my tongue on small slit where his creamy juice will come out from and hastily retreated in the bottom of his head, where it was extremely sensitive, teasing him relentlessly.
I bobbed my head, twirling my tongue around his crown as I stroked him harder, taking everything I could from him. He took my head and clutched my hair, firmly holding me in place. With another flick of my tongue, he surrendered, yelling my name, as he unloaded himself in my mouth.
I sucked him hard and dry until all of his juices secreted out, leaving not a drop behind.
He gasped for air, staring wildly at me as I pulled my mouth out of his cock, his cum still sat creamily on my tongue.
Gazing wantonly at him through my lashes, I swallowed slowly and licked my lips.
He tasted divine.
Midnight silver eyes blazing, never leaving mine, he pulled me down and swiftly placed my hot aroused body underneath him. He kissed me with pure abandonment. I kissed him back, matching his passion.
I felt drunk with lust—with need, all because of Blake.
He does things to my body that I can’t explain.
My pu**y throbbed, my thong was beyond soaked, and my juices dripped and trickled slowly down to my ass. He broke off the kiss and sucked my neck and cupped my breast, squeezing a hard nipple as he fiercely bit my neck, hard.
His still-hard cock, teasing and rubbing the outer layer of my barely covered pu**y, “You’re pu**y’s drenched, Sienna. Are you sure you don’t want me to remedy that?” his voice rough and hoarse in my ear.
I shuddered.
How I want him, feel him inside me, but it’s not the right time.
Groaning his name loudly as he took his c**k and guiding the head around my pu**y. Coaxing the lace with one swift nudge of his engorged head to move the elastic lace sideways, my swollen pu**y lips exposed to his assaulting eyes and awaiting cock.
Not, yet.
I pleaded my hazy mind, not yet.
“God, you’re beautiful, Sienna” as he gently parted my pu**y with his cock. Gliding it slowly and gently rubbing it with my clit.