No Words…

No Words…

I don’t want to make my bed.

I don’t want to mess up the memories of my late night and my early morning with…


I want the rumpled up bed to remain like this, the print of his head on my pillow, the duvet tossed carelessly aside to enable him to move…

On top of me.

When his lips captured mine, all the questions didn’t matter.  My why’s and when’s and how come’s were answered as soon as his tongue touched mine.

Nothing mattered.

His voice, his face, his eyes, his smile.

That smile.

And then he looked down at me as he entered me, his eyes watching mine, his mouth reaching and I could sense the struggle between kissing me and watching me and kissing won because kissing me was what he was meant to do.

His strokes were in tempo with my heart, his moans in sync with my breath, and I laid still, capturing the moment in my memory so I could think about it now, write about it now, remember the details now.

He spoke my words, my thoughts, my feelings..

Do you know how good you feel?


I want to stay inside you like this forever.

And I smiled because I know.

I know. 

I knew then that I wanted him inside forever.

But then the waves started to threaten and I could feel him, and he moved, ever so rhythmically, pounding yet caressing, pushing yet touching, fucking yet…


So loving and maddening and frustrating and…

You’re amazing.  

Perfectly in tune with what my body was telling him, listening to how my body moved, yet, still I laid, capturing, remembering, thinking…

Memorizing his body and his strokes and his touch and his skin, my God his skin, and his mouth that made me tremble and go weak and limp under his command and still, I laid, motionless…

No words.

And I lay here now, remembering, thinking, memories of his body on this bed, his body on mine, his fingers on my skin, his tongue probing, finding…

I remember your taste.

And I can’t wait to have him again.

Lazy Love, Part II

*read part one here*

I make room for him on the chair that’s meant for one and he’s sitting entirely too close and I tell him he should be comfortable because it’s his house so he stretches a leg over me.  Again, this comfort.

We toast from our mismatched wine glasses and we sip and it’s clearly evident how magnetic this attraction is.  He asks me questions and watches my mouth as I answer him and he looks into my eyes and I’m distracted.

He suddenly places his finger in the middle of my spine and starts trailing it up and down, making me sit upright.  My head instinctively falls back and my eyes close, an open invitation for more.

He pulls me back towards him and places his finger on my chin.  He raises my head to his mouth and kisses me, softly but urgently.  I feel his need for me.

I stand up and hold my hand out to him.  In an instant he’s by my side, guiding me towards his bed.  He pulls my sweater over my head and my hands are on his chest, taking in every last muscle, my fingers not able to get enough of this man.  I want him underneath me.

He lays me down gently and turns me over on my belly.  His fingers grasp my waistband and my undies are slid over my behind, my legs.  He lays directly on me, feeling, wanting, needing.  His arousal is evident and I moan loud enough to let him know I’m ready.

FullSizeRender (2)

He pulls me up and kisses me, his lips and tongue lingering over my back, the curve of my behind, in between my legs and I’m anxious now, wanting this desire to be filled, completed.

“This is mine,” he whispers, barely audible.  “I’m going to make you mine.”

In one thrust, he’s inside, sending me over every edge, my body pulsing with every last touch of his.   His movements are calculated, rhythmic, smooth and experienced.  He’s aiming for my pleasure, my need, my want.

I push up against him, aching to reach mine but he’s a slow lovemaker, lazy almost, making sure I feel every last inch of him and I want to speed him up, I’m close, so close but he’s taking his time and I’m grabbing the bedsheets and holding onto his back and gripping his shoulders and yet he continues his slow and loving motion.

I give in to all the feelings and he senses this and starts moving faster.  He looks down into my eyes and smiles and briefly he stops, tenses up and I’m going against him, pushing and pulling and wanting all he’s got to give and together, in seconds, we call out and we’re done; hearts pounding, sweat beading, bodies sticking, spent and content.








If Only For One Night – Part 1

one night

“Let me hold you tight
If only for one night
Let me keep you near
To ease away your fear
It would be so nice
If only for one night

I won’t tell a soul
No one has to know
If you want to be totally discreet
I’ll be at your side
If only for one night

Your eyes say things I never hear from you
And my knees are shakin’ too
But I’m willin’ to go through
I must be crazy
Standin’ in this place
But I’m feeling no disgrace

For asking”…- Luther Vandross – “If Only For One Night.”

I wasn’t expecting to see anyone in the lobby, especially at that time of night.  I’d just walked my friend out and was on my way back into the hotel when I saw him.  He was standing there, looking down at his phone and I was half hoping he wouldn’t even notice me, not the way I was dressed in my bare feet and lounging pants and hair looking all frizzy and shit.  But the other half was hoping he would notice me; the other half was already hoping he’d…

He looked up and I swear it was like a scene straight out of a chick flick.




I know. Wow.

You’re just, you’re so….

So are you…

I’m Shawn.

I’m Julia.

Julia. It’s so nice to meet you.

It’s so nice to meet you, Shawn.

So what are doing here at this time?

My girlfriend was here, she’s from out of town, and she just left to catch her flight, so I just walked her out to say goodbye. What are you doing here?

I’m actually supposed to be going home. I was just at a party.

Supposed to?

Well, yes, supposed to…


There was a pause for a few seconds.  We just stared and smiled.  I looked down shyly and he laughed.  Then he spoke:

I’m not ready to leave.

I know.

We stood there, just smiling and watching each other again.  You could tell from looking at us that our wheels were turning, we were contemplating things in our minds. I spoke next:

I can’t take my eyes off you.

I know. I can’t either. I can’t believe you’re just standing here looking at me like this. You’re a beauty.

He was sweet.  He looked sweet.  How stupid could I be, thinking someone looked sweet?  I swear it was like that cartoon where the devil sits at one shoulder and the angel at the other shoulder, trying to tell you what to do.  All I knew was I didn’t want to never have contact with this boy again.

Listen, this is crazy, but I swear I’m not crazy and if you are crazy, then I’m even crazier but….my friend’s gone and I’ve got her room till morning. You want to, just, maybe, I don’t know, chill, hang out, have a smoke….do you even smoke?

Yeah I do actually….

Well, then, how about we just hang out and smoke and talk and no one has to leave yet?

I’d like that.

His smile made me smile.  I couldn’t stop staring.  I kept shaking my head and playing with my hands.  I wasn’t nervous, I was giddy.  I wanted this boy at my side.  I wanted to touch him and kiss his cheek and I just wanted to….love him, if only for one night…

He followed me through the corridor and into the room.  I let him in and closed the door behind him.  I offered to take his jacket and he took it off and handed it to me.  I noticed his arms and the snug shirt.  He was thin, athletically so and I got an urge to hug him.  I hung up his jacket and turned to him.  He was rubbing his hands together like he was cold, or nervous, or both.

This is crazy. You’re beautiful.

This is so crazy. And you’re beautiful. And just so you know, I swear I don’t do this. I’ve never done this. Ever.

Neither do I. But, here we are right? Both of us being crazy together.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to sit down.  He did.  He sat down, close enough where our thighs were touching.  He didn’t move.

It was stupid and crazy and fun and just overwhelmingly romantic all at the same time.  Conversation flowed and eventually we got so comfortable that we were laying on the pillows, propping our heads up on our elbows, close enough to touch. He held my hand, I’d touch his arm, wanting always to keep the connection between us, wanting always to make sure the attraction was still there.  And two hours passed, just like that.

I reached out to touch his face, unable to resist any longer.  I wanted more. I ran my index finger along his cheekbone and he closed his eyes and welcomed my touch.

I feel so right with you. This feels so right. I don’t want this night to end. Do you feel this energy? Do you feel this between us?

I didn’t know what to say.  I felt it. I felt his warm energy and his sweet vibe and I wanted it. I wanted it to continue. I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my lips tightly to his.  His eyes softened visibly and he almost melted into me, responding more than I expected.  He moaned.  I moaned.  He laid his hand over my cheek and I was right where I needed to be.  I said:

I don’t even know you. But I want this. I want you. Let me love you. You should let me love you, just tonight…

Part 2 cont’d…

He Said, She Said


Hey baby. I thought of you this morning. I stretched out my legs and remembered the last time you were between ‘em. I miss you.

Really baby? Was just thinking about you too. It‘s been a while since we had time to enjoy each other. Miss the taste of you.

Do you remember? I remember your lips. I can almost feel them on mine now. Your tongue probing entry, wanting to explore my mouth.

Oh, I remember. The way you playfully resist at first and then moan as my tongue meets yours, pulling you closer the deeper we kiss, my hands trailing along your spine…

….as my fingertips trail your arms, your shoulders, your back. You know how much I love that back. I just got that feeling baby.

I love the feel of your nails grazing my skin. What feeling baby? The one you get when I kiss you along your neck and bite you? Or when I grab your ass to lift you to my mouth?

Yes. That one. When you grab my ass and lift me up and bring me closer to you. And the agonizing anticipation of having your mouth there, without touching me, yet teasing. God.

I love making you feel that way baby. And when your eyes get heavy, when that feeling hits you, knowing you‘re wet and ready for me.

But yet you make me wait. You’ll kiss me everywhere but there. I want you in my mouth now. I want to slide my hands over your chest and down over that cock I love so much. You know I love it don’t you? You know I can never get enough….

Yes. I know. And I know how much I miss those lips wrapped around my cock too. The way you slowly take me in and moan while I fill your mouth. It takes everything I have not to make a mess in your mouth. I swear you torture me for making you wait.

Why do you make me wait? Come here. I want you now. I want all of that weight inside me. I want to feel the length of your hardness deep inside me

I can’t wait to penetrate you slowly, to savour your moans before shoving every inch of me into you, to feel the softness of your legs beneath me, angling you just right so I can hit your spot repeatedly.

Can you stroke it? Thrust this pussy deep inside and fuck it fast? I want all of you inside. I wanna cry out in passion and anticipation while I writhe my softness against your hardness to get mine….

….wrap those legs tight and hold on baby, I wanna make your eyes roll back with every stroke, make sure your need is satisfied, leaving your softness swollen and tender….

Oh baby. How much longer?

~ Co-written with Mark “Tearless Poet” Dews.

I’m on my way…


The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 3 – Michael: There Goes My Baby

Damn that ass.  I watched her walk away, secretly glad I’d suggested that red dress.  It hugged her in all the right places.

I smiled to myself, my mind going back to just a couple of hours ago, when I had her bent over the bathroom sink, pounding away at that pussy.  She took it like a real woman.  I almost screamed out that damn L-word when I nut.  The woman drove me crazy.

I don’t know what it is about her.  This vibe she gives off makes me want to tongue that kitty all day long.  That’s what she deserves.  A full day of my tongue action on her pussy.  Her words melt me.  And I know she ain’t doing it on purpose either.  Her actions, the way she moves, the way she looks at me, it‘s all natural to her.  Why’d she have to look at me like that for?

She did it just now as she walked away from me with Damian.  She looked over her shoulders, that erotic look in her eyes like she wanted to eat me alive.  I’m sure Damian had something to do with it.  I’m damn sure of it.

He was standing really close behind her when I walked back in to the living room with our drinks.  I ain’t even gonna lie.  Something jerked inside me, I don’t even want to think of what it could be…

I mean, I know she’s got other lovers, at least I think so.  I don’t think I’m her only one.  And we’ve discussed fantasies and role-playing and shit like that.  She’s always so eager to please.  Which is why I keep coming back to her.  Savannah knows how to hit my spots.  No woman’s ever blown my mind the way she has.  Among other things.  Damn.   And the thought of letting her have Damian?  For her own pleasure?  It crossed my mind.  Actually, come to think of it…it was Damian’s idea.

Men talk.  And Damian had been bragging one day at the office about some lady he’d brought home after the club who gave him mouth action in the cab ride home.  Of course, being a man, I retorted with, “My woman got freaky with me IN the club.”  This got Damian’s attention and we started exchanging stories.

He’d asked me, during one of our sex talks, if Savannah ever brought another man into the scene.

“See if she’s up for it bro’”, he’d said, “I mean, the way you talk about her, she might enjoy getting dicked down AND sucking dick at the same time.  Hey, it’s not like you’re exclusive to each other right?  You’re not in a committed relationship.  And you don’t love her so how hard would it be to share her for a night?”

I hadn’t liked the way he’d said “share her for a night.”  I know Damian.  What he wants, he gets.   I’d forgotten all about that conversation until today, until I saw him standing behind her so intimately.

But I wasn’t about to compete with my boss for my woman.  I make light of it, but I know the way Savannah feels about me.  I can’t let her know I know; that’ll mess up our whole arrangement.  I like what we’ve got.  Naw, I more than like what we’ve got.  I’ll please her any way she wants to be pleased…and I’m all the man she needs.

My mind wandered to that damn dress again.  Her breasts were looking so proper too, looking like they were ready to be freed at a single touch.  I know she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress.  That’s my Savannah.  Always ready and willing at the mere mention of the word from my lips.

Fuck.  Thoughts of Damian’s hands on her arms pushed back into my mind.  I’d seen the way she looked when she walked away from me.  He couldn’t have possibly tried to seduce her in the short amount of time that I was away from them, could he?

I pictured her hands around his shoulders, her head thrown back provocatively, inviting kisses on her neck and throat.  Man, I love that throat.  She always looks so demure and sweet when she does that, completely opposite to the strong and sexy woman that I know her to be.  My mind was reeling.  I pictured Damian’s hands on her ass, pushing her dress away to get to that sweetness that is mine.  I saw my woman undressing him, her hands anxious and desperate to get to his nakedness.  I saw my woman straddled on top of my boss, enjoying the feel of him underneath.  I saw her lips parted and his finger in her mouth, Savannah sucking away, rolling her tongue around his finger.  I swear I felt my cock stir and instantly got mad at myself for thinking this way.

Dammit.  I took a swig of beer and ignored the nonsense in my head.  I couldn’t be jealous.  “I’m not jealous,” I told myself.  “If Savannah finds Damian attractive and wants to sex him, I’ll let her do her thing and step away.”

A sudden surge of anger shot through me.  I chugged back the rest of my beer and walked across the room where I’d left them.  I looked around, trying to think of which way he’d taken her.  There were more guests since we’d arrived and there was a soft murmur of conversation within the house.  I strained my hearing, listening for her voice.

What I heard from around the corner was no mistake.  It was Savannah’s soft whisper.  I turned the corner and stopped just before the entrance to the room.

Why was I acting this way?  What did I expect to find?  Damian had taken her away to show her his collection of art.  How would I look barging in on them, interrupting her art lesson?  What would she think?  She’d think I was a jealous control freak and she’d get turned off from me.  I didn’t want to risk losing her…

And this was my boss.  I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with him, no matter what we’d discussed in the past.

“You know what she’s doing Michael,” a voice said inside my own head, “and sub-consciously, you knew when Damian took her away, you knew this would happen.  Think about it.  She‘s not really your woman, is she?”  I shook my head at myself, trying to shake it all away.

What if…?  Fuck this.  What if…?  Damn.  What’ll I do?

I stepped ahead quietly, being very careful so no one could see me.  I held onto the wall and peered inside.

There she was.

Savannah lay on her back, her dress pushed up to her waist, legs apart.

And there, face down in her pussy, eating her with a fierceness I’ve only seen in movies, was Damian.

I froze.  Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t.  I held my breath, careful not to make any noise and be found out.

I didn’t know what to do.  My heart was pounding at my throat and something inside made me want to knock this motherfucker out cold…..

…but at the same time, I voyeuristic-ally wanted to stand there and watch my woman moan and groan at another man’s touch.

Savannah’s eyes were closed, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.  She moaned.  It wasn’t a loud moan but it was a moan nonetheless.  I could hear the licking noises he was making with her pussy.  She lifted her hips up higher to him, trying to maximize her pleasure.  I couldn’t help but smile.  “That’s my girl,” I thought.

There was no mistaking my cock this time.  It was hard.  Watching my woman in this wanton lust, getting pleased by another man was exciting me.  I grabbed my dick, trying to adjust it in my pants, wanting so much to walk in the room and shove it in her mouth.  This was some bullshit.

“I want you,” she panted.  “I want you so bad, Damian,” I heard her say.  Fuck.  These were words I’d heard.  I did this to her.  I made her moan and groan like this.  I should be there.  Not him.

I watched as Damian pushed his pants down, freeing his cock for her to see.  And she smiled.  I saw her smile.

There was a jab at my heart, some kind of feeling I wasn’t willing to explore right now.  I was entranced at this show.  This was definitely a guilty pleasure.

Damian teased her with his cock, making my woman crazy with desire for him.  And then her voice again.

“Damian, please, we don’t have much time.  Please just fuck me.”

She wanted to get fucked.  She was filled with desire for this other man.

He pushed into her and she moaned again.  I watched as she writhed against him, looking to get her 30 seconds of pulsating pleasure.

I was enjoying this more than I cared to admit.  I wanted her so bad just then, I wanted to please her and make her come.  I wanted to be that guy.  My dick stood rock-hard against the fabric of my boxers, making me want to pound into her.

She was going to come.  I knew this.  I could tell by her movements that my woman was on the brink of her orgasm.  I wanted so bad to give her my pleasure…I wanted to be Damian…

…fuck.  Fucking hell.  I swear my heart fell to the ground…..

Savannah opened her eyes and looked over at the door.



Written by Rorey and edited by Shay and yours truly.
I can see it in your eyes,
You want this as much as I do.

My desire,
Is to take us higher, two bodies in carnal lust,
Friction eliminated, love emancipated,
Two souls moving as one.

This is love, beneath the stars, just you and I,
Devouring and lusting in each others arms,
As we explore each other’s body and neglect our minds.

Time is of the essence,
Lest we get caught….up in time.

Our union defies the law of what’s legal,
So let’s make it official,
Pretend, if only for a moment,
That we stood before a priest,
That we have your father’s blessing,
That you wore a white dress,
With black lacy underwear,
For my eyes only,
That your hand and heart is mine.

Let’s consummate this union behind closed doors,
Where no one but God can judge.
I pray, that He forgives us….
Forgives me…despite the fact that I’m going to make you scream my name.
I pray He forgives me, forgives us for giving into this sin,
As you grip my inches of pleasure as we engage….

Deeper we move in passion,
Falling prey,
To forbidden lust.

Let’s meet at six past nine,
Ignore the missionary as we take love from behind,
Succumbing to each other, gripping, riding, sucking,
Our bodies entwined in lust.

Tonight I want you more than ever,
And by the end of it all, amorous sounds of pleasure will be echoing these walls,
As we climax,

I can taste you on my lips now,
I want you now,
I want this now….

Come.  Meet me…..

Nobody – Part One

He’s sitting across from me, watching TV while laying on my couch.  I’m sitting on the other couch, watching him watch my TV.

Let me tell you about my lover…..

His arms are naturally muscular, thicker than most average men.  They cradle my head during our rare, soft moments and hold me up during our lovemaking sessions.

His hands, with his long, defined and manicured fingers, have no trace of hardness on them…they’re the hands of a businessman, a man who uses a keyboard and a Blackberry and a calculator.  I’m sitting here thinking of his hands and how he’s close enough to touch.  I reach over and clasp my hand in his.  He looks over, smiles and instinctively, almost sub-consciously, takes my hand up to his mouth and kisses my palm.  Instant electricity.

I don’t know why I feel this way about him or when or how it even started.  I’m starting to think this can’t all possibly be lust.  I care about the man, I know I do and I know he cares about me too.  But this electrifying heat he brings to my body, this fire that only he ignites…’s unfathomable.

He’s wearing sweats.  I can see the definition of his manhood through them.

His legs are long and lean.  I love biting his legs, licking the curve of his knee.  He moans every time.

He just caught me staring at him.

“Something you want to tell me baby?”

I’m shaking my head at him.

“You sure?”  He knows me too well.


He winked at me.  That’s how this evening started.  A simple wink.  And then, that look.

I had been sitting at the dinner table, waiting for him to join me.  I heard him down the hall and glanced over my shoulder.  I watched as his tall frame walked towards me.  Just as he reached me, he winked and smiled.  He walked behind me and I tensed up.  I felt his heat on my back before he even touched me.

I sat up straight in my chair.  He lifted my hair off my back, exposing my neck.  He kissed me, softly planting gentle kisses along my shoulder and neck.  I couldn’t help but moan out loud.

“That’s what I love to hear baby,” he said, pressing his face deeper into my neck, trailing kisses down my back, as far down as he could.

I arched my back, urging him to continue.  Dinner could wait.

He pulled me off the chair and pressed me into him, allowing me to feel his shape  through his clothes.  I sprawled my hands along his back, enjoying every line and curve.  Michael looked down at me and smiled again, before bending down to kiss me.

His kiss was soft at first, just a simple movement of lips.  And then, hungrily, he parted my mouth with his tongue and delved deeper, probing, kissing, sucking.  This time, it was his turn to moan.

“I want to love you,” he said.

Something inside me stirred.  That word.

I swallowed hard.  “Love me Michael”.

He pushed my chair back into place and led me into the living room.

Michael gently tossed me onto the couch and immediately came down on me.  He kissed me, with the force and affection that he knows turns me on.  He kissed my face, lingering along my chin, flicking his tongue gently.  He moved up and kissed my eyelids then stopped to look into my eyes.

“This is crazy,” he said.  “Nobody makes me feel like this.  Nobody does what you do.”

Michael must have been reading my heart.

He lifted me up and moved me on top of him, putting me in a straddling position.  He grabbed my face and kissed me again, deeper this time, indicating his desire and lust for me.  I kissed him back, running my tongue over to his ear.  He took in a sharp breath of air.  I continued my exploration, paying special attention to his ears, gently biting and tugging.  Michael grabbed the back of my neck.  “Stop it,” he insisted.  I put my hands on his chest and pushed away, trying to lower myself on his body, inching my way to my favourite spot.

“I want you in my mouth,” I said.

He gripped my behind forcefully and thrust himself up into my groin.  “No.  I want you here.”

I felt him.  I could feel his hardness underneath the flimsy cloth that was my pajama bottoms and suddenly, instantly, I felt the wetness in between my legs.

I was weak with desire.  Enough time had passed.  I wanted Michael desperately inside.  I succumbed to him.  I let my body  yield completely to his touch.  And Michael knew it.  He sensed it.

Without removing his eyes from mine, he grabbed my hips and moved them on his.  I threw my head back.

“Look at me,” I heard him say.  “Savannah baby, look at me.”

I looked back at Michael, seeing the hunger for me all over his face.  I grabbed his head and kissed him, hard, deep and passionately.  Oh, how I wanted to feel his hardness inside me.  I moved my hips on him and he held on, guiding me, moving my body on him.  He was fully erect underneath his pants and I wanted to pull him free and slide him into my wetness.

“Michael,” I breathed.

“Baby, listen”, he said. “Listen to me, just relax, slow down…let me enjoy you.  I want this to last baby girl, don’t rush us.”  He paused to suck at my throat.  And then….

“Show me how sexy you can be.”

I kept my eyes on him and moved.  I moved my hips over him and allowed him to feel how sexy I was – in between my legs.

He smiled.  “You got it.  Keep moving.”

Michael placed his hands firmly on my ass and led me in movement.  Slowly.  Painstakingly slow.  He moved me up towards him.  I arched my back and and threw my head back.  He pulled me back onto him.

I stopped moving and looked at him again.  “What are you doing?”

“Teasing you,” he said.


“Shhhh.  I want you to come when I say come.”

I bit my lip.  Dear God.  This was going to be torture.

He lifted me and placed me on my living room floor.  Without skipping a beat, Michael placed his mouth on my breast, over my tank top.  I squirmed.  The feeling of his wet mouth over the thin cloth on my breast was a sensation I’d never felt.  He looked up at me and again, without missing a beat, moved over to the other breast.  Fuck.

I put my hands on his face and guided him up to mine.  I kissed his mouth, his eyes, his cheeks.  I gently nibbled at his jaw and slid my tongue down his neck.  Michael kissed me back.  I closed my eyes and felt his wet mouth on my ear, his tongue darting in and out to tease my flesh.

He turned me over on my stomach and pulled my hands up above my head.  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

I felt Michael move down past my waist and then suddenly, his head was at my pajama waistband.  Ever so slowly he moved, inching his way down until he settled on my ass and bit it, gently.  I straightened myself on the floor, feeling the sexual tension all over my body.  Whatever Michael was up to, he had better finish this up quickly.

He lifted my tank top with his mouth, letting his mouth linger on every exposed part of my back.

I groaned.  This was my weak spot and Michael knew it.


He moaned but didn’t stop.  He slid his long tongue languidly up my back, making me writhe against the floor.  I tried unsuccessfully to grind on the floor, hoping to cause friction in between my legs.

Michael reached the back of my neck and sucked hard.  I slammed my hands on the floor.

“Fuck,” I yelled.

“Fuck?”, he asked, coming up to whisper close to my face.  “Fuck what baby?”

I opened my eyes so he could see me.  “Fuck you.”

With one quick, swift movement, Michael slid his hand underneath my pussy from behind and held it there.

“You’re so wet baby.  I can feel your wetness through your pants,” he said, pleasantly surprised.

I didn’t say anything.  I couldn’t say anything.

“You want me to fuck you don’t you?”, he asked.

“Uh-huh,” I uttered.


“I…I don’t care how.  Michael…”

He moved on top of me from behind and pressed his hardness into my ass.  He was fully erect and I could feel all of him through our clothes.

“I want to fuck you like this,” he teased.  “Do you want me like this Savannah?”

“I don’t care.”  I hated when he teased me.

He raised my ass up to meet him and pressed into me again, this time moving with me, allowing me to feel every inch of his length on me.

This was more torture than I expected.  I got on my back and put my legs around him, inviting him in further.  I started to pull my pajama pants down and he stopped me.

“I told you, you’re going to come when I want you to come,” he whispered.

He laid on top of me and moved, arousing every lustful sensation in my body.  I don’t remember wanting Michael so badly.

“Move with me, let me feel you, let me feel how much you want me baby girl, push that pussy on this dick, come on baby.”

He wanted me to get aggressive, he was taunting me, testing me to see how far I’d go.  I was wet.  I was soaked through my pajamas.  If he pressed up on me a minute longer, I would bust.

Michael dropped his mouth down onto mine.  He licked my mouth, pausing to suck on my lower lip.  He thrust his tongue into my mouth and I returned his kiss.  Deep and passionately and longing, I kissed him, to show him how much I wanted him.

“You feel this?”   He pushed his dick down on my pussy as if he was fucking me hard.  I raised my hips to meet his and felt the pressure of his hardness against my softness.

“Dammit!” I cried out, feeling the warmth in between my legs.  I wanted him to feel my wetness on his dick.  I wanted him to feel how good I felt underneath my clothes.

He laughed.  “I feel how wet you are.  You see how much you’re enjoying this?  Let yourself go.  We don’t need to make love in order to make love.  Show me baby….show me how much you want me.”

To be cont’d……