She Insists

The drive through town as hell on my senses, imagining her waiting on me. My mind was filled with images of her stretched out on the bed, touching herself in anticipation of my arrival.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I leaned to the side, sliding it out and flipping it open.

[I’m wet and hot … mmmmm … and I taste good too … better hurry … I might start without you]

I slapped the phone shut and dropped it into the cup holder.

She’d been teasing me like that all morning long. She knows what talk like that does to me.

I slammed on the brakes as the light in front of me turned red. Rubbing my temple between my fingers I readjusted myself through my crotch. My phone jumped again in the cupholder. I slapped it open, madly excited.

[Do you want me?]

I glanced at the red light glaring down at me. Mocking me.

[Yesssssssss] I typed back quickly and hit “send” as the light changed again.

I raced forward, trying to beat the next light ahead of me, knowing from experience just how quickly it changes back to agonizing, iridescent red. The phone vibrated again in my hand and I jerked the car to a halt as the traffic lights worked their gremlin magic on me yet again. I imagined tiny gremlins sitting inside the traffic light pods chuckling like hyenas as they flipped the switch from red to green and back again to red before I’d even put the car in motion.

I was quite literally fuming as the phone opened in my hand and I actually grunted as I read her taunting message.

[Is your cock hard and throbbing?]

As if I need to check, I rubbed it through my slacks and felt it swell in my hand. I needed no more reassurance than she did. She knew just how turned on I was. This was but another stage of foreplay.

[Very] I typed back quickly.

She was having far too much fun toying with me. And it was driving me crazy.

The phone shuddered in my hand, as though it could sense the arousal pulsing back and forth between us through every subsequent text message. [Yummy]

I flipped the phone shut in my hand and slammed the gas down as the light changed again.

Remarkably she was silent as I sped the remaining few miles, jerking the car into park as I pulled up to the hotel. I noticed her car parked a few spaces down and I smiled.

I pulled the room key off of the dash and slid out of the car. The very knowledge that she had planned enough in advance to stash an extra room key in my car was enough to make me leap onto the sidewalk as I approached the room number she’d texted me an hour ago.

She knew I had meetings all morning. She was using every possible means at her disposal to excite me.

I slid the key card into the slot and thrust the door open. The room was dimly lit, on purpose. The curtains pulled shut, I could barely see a sliver of sunlight streaming in through the far end of the room. Near the bed.

I shut the door and heard movement deeper inside the room.

“Come here.” I heard her whisper to me. I slid the key back into my pocket and stepped down the small hallway and into the bedroom. Small patches of sun touched on her silhouette. Tiny glints along her crossed legs suggested stockings or pantyhose.

I hummed deep in my throat. One of my weaknesses.

I crossed the room until I was standing in front of the wide-armed chair she was sitting in, my hands casually inside my pockets. This was her show.

All at once I felt like the mouse caught in the cat’s paws, waiting to be eaten. Waiting to be toyed with.

“Did you dress as I instructed?” She hissed.

“Of course.” I answered with an obvious smile on my lips.

“Good boy.” She whispered softly and I felt a tug down below. She knows all of my buttons.

“Down on your knees.” She commanded, again softly. I could feel her eyes boring into me regardless of the veil of shadows masking her face.

I smiled to myself, unsure whether she would see it or not. My knees touched the carpet and I spaced them a few feet apart. I wasn’t sure where she wanted to go with this but I loved every minute of it so far.

I unconsciously rubbed my hands up the back of her calves, confirming the pantyhose I’d surmised earlier. Up to the bottom of her knees and back down to her ankles, my palms stroked her lovingly. I continued like this for several moments in silence, hearing faint murmurs and hums that encouraged me onward.

On one upstroke I curled my hands over her knee and stroked them up the outside of her thigh, brushing against tight fabric mid-way up. I brought my hands back down and over her calves, stopping suddenly as she spoke up.

“Who told you to stop?”

My tongue was dry in my mouth. I eagerly ran my hands back up and over her knee and up the outside of her thighs. When my hands met fabric I stopped. Waiting.

“Do you need an open invitation?” She hissed. She must have been sneering, her words were like acid. I needed no further invitation.

Running my hands up under the tight fabric of the skirt I pushed it up along her legs, allowing it to bunch behind my wrists. She hummed and I felt her legs shift against my hands, spreading a little wider as I pushed the skirt farther back. Allowing myself a moment’s satisfaction I swept my hands up over her hips and cupped her tight cheeks.

I felt her hips push forward against my hands as she leaned back into the chair. I was so excited from the darkness of the room, forcing my senses to absorb every trace of her in the air.

Then I caught the true scent of her. It seemed to crystallize in the air and on my tongue, stirring my hackles to attention. I shifted on my knees and leaned forward, running my hands up the inside of her thighs as they spread even more, inviting me within.

By now her hot, liquid excitement was everywhere, making my mouth literally water. I wanted her, badly, and she knew it.

I hummed as I leaned forward and breathed in her scent. I stroked my hands back down and braced myself as I leaned into her comfort zone. By practice I extended my tongue and ran it along the length of her slit, bringing her into my realm in that one smooth, calculated touch.

Her chuckled appreciation was all I needed, followed by a sharp sucked in breath. “Yeah, just like that.” She moaned as my tongue separated her folds and spearheaded its way inside of her. I love the taste of her, almost as much as I like the smell. Every single time is like making love to her for the first time. Like tasting her for the first time.

I slid my hands beneath her thighs and curled my fingers around her tight-muscled legs, pulling her hips into my loving kiss as I pursed my lips around her clit and suckled her tiny jewel earnestly. Her hips jolted out of the chair and I hummed against her warm, slick skin. Her head fell back against the chair and her legs curled over my shoulders as I could feel every ounce of her strength urging her lips farther onto my piercing tongue. I slid my mouth lower and punctured her veil a few times with my tongue, stroking it upward like a tiny scoop, gathering her sweet nectar with every dutiful swipe.

I felt her pantyhose brush against my shoulder and it was so divine. Her bare pantyhose-clad feet pressed against my back and I felt her hips lift up, grinding against my face as though my tongue where a miniature cock and she was hard-pressed to ride it to glory. My fingers dug into her thighs as I slid my tongue up and out of her slippery cavern and fluttered the tip across her swollen clit, feeling and hearing and smelling the explosion that seemed to burst out of her like a geyser bubbling free.

I held on for dear life as her body beat against me, crashing her silken lips against me as though she might crush me into a million pieces by the sheer force alone. And I loved … no, I craved every blessed minute of it.

I hummed lovingly as she curled her fingers into my hair and forced me back from her sanctum. I smiled, licking her sweet honey from my lips as I leaned the side of my face against her bare thigh. Her legs draped over my thighs in a casual afterglow that made me yearn to kiss her again, feeling her essence explode across my tongue and lips.

Taking my hand in hers she lead me by the overwhelming darkness of the room to sit down upon the bed. With a sudden click of the lampshade we were bathed in luminescence and I chuckled joyously at her appearance. She had gone all out. Black crotchless pantyhose, one of my favorite accessories of all time. A tight, cotton skirt of black that contrasted so beautifully with her skin and the hose. And a crimson silk shirt that buttoned straight up the center, opened to a V that dipped into her lovely bosom. Her hair was slicked and pulled back into a ponytail, just like I like it, and she had fitted a thin black-framed pair of glasses upon her nose.

She looked all business standing before me.

Her hands combed the front of my blazer as she helped me shirk it off of my shoulders, folding it and laying it across the chair she had so recently vacated. Next her fingers tightened around the solid black necktie, loosening it so that she could unbutton the tight-fitting collar around my neck. “You know.” She hummed to me. “I think I like it relaxed and open even on an outfit such as this.”

We exchanged smiles as she pushed against my chest and forced me to lie back on the bed. Her fingers worked the belt free of its buckle and next unzipped my fly, running inside and stroking me all-too-real erection through my cotton boxer briefs. I hummed and closed my eyes as she stroked it through the material, sighing and sucking in several breaths as she touched me in ways that made me yearn for her with delirium. Her hands lifted my legs and stretched me out across the bed, pushing my pants down to my knees in the process. I could feel her breath against my skin as she turned the lamp off once more, bathing us both entirely in darkness. The bed shifted suddenly and I felt her thighs framing my shoulders. I smiled as she climbed onto my upper torso for a second helping, one I was all too willing to bestow.

I felt along her thighs and gripped her buttocks blindly in the dark and pulled her hips onto my waiting tongue as she took my head into her mouth, moaning around my helmeted tip as her lips spread around my flailing tongue. I groaning into her flesh as her scent overpowered my nose, buried inside her lips as my mouth feasted on her clit. Her hips blazed into a furious ride almost immediately and I held her firmly on top of my chin and mouth and nose as she gorged herself upon my cock.

I wanted to explode into a thousand different rays of light as her mouth stroked my entire length. I rotated my neck slightly and attacked her hooded gem from a more sideways direction and she moaned in a mixture of surprise and gratitude, swirling her hungry tongue around my tip as she came into my waiting mouth.

The combination of scent and taste and feeling her silky warm lips upon my flesh was more than I could stand. I tried to tip my head back far enough to mumble that I was cumming, but it was too late. The tremor began deep in the base of my spine and exploded upward, through the top of my skull.

I heard her moan as my salty seed coated her tongue and it coaxed a shudder from within my soul as she greedily licked the remnants clean. We lay there together, lovingly kissing and pecking one another’s thighs until finally she climbed off of me and turned around to stretch out over my torso.

She kissed my cheek and I hugged her close, returning the kiss to her forehead as she intertwined her legs with mine.

“Thank you.” She smiled as she nuzzled into my neck.

“My pleasure. After all, you insisted.”