To the bedroom it was. I enjoyed being carried, snuggling against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the hair at the base of his neck. I loved leaning up and in to place gentle kisses along his neck. It was making him itch for me in a way that I found simply irresistible.
Throwing open the door, he set me down so he could shut it behind him, and I went immediately to the bed and situated myself seductively upon it. A look of expectancy and lust dancing in my eyes. As our eyes met, I worked my hands down to my shorts, undoing the buttons and then the zipper.
I couldn't remember the last time I had enjoyed this part of sex. Usually the men paid their money and just took me right then and there. There was no enjoyment to it. I had to do it, so it wasn't all thrills for me.
But this, this was different. Much different. I was having fun and enjoying this, and I had just met him. He was different. He was special, I could tell. I wanted to keep him. At least for a little while. As a pet. A sex pet. Or slave. But a slave made it sound like he didn't want it and he was being forced to do it against his will. No, I wanted him to want it as badly as I did. Which was very very much so.
Suddenly, he was on the bed in front of me, pushing me so that I was on my back, his legs encasing my own between him before I could shuck them off completely. His hands were drawn to my hips, running up to the edge of my shirt, and soon I found my shirt off, thrown haphazardly onto the floor, soon my shorts were beside it, and I was in nothing but my matching bra and panties.
I realized then that he had on more clothes than I did, and I needed to change this. Sitting up, I maneuvered us so that I was on top now, sitting in his lap. I kissed his lips as I ran my hands under his shirt, working it up before we took it off and added it to our pile. I pushed him backwards so that he was laying flat, and I moved down so I was perpendicular to his crotch.
I started rubbing him through his pants, warming him up, not that he really needed it after our little episode in the hallway. He practically growled at me, and so I started removing his trousers, adding them to the pile beside the bed.
I took him into my mouth again. He tasted so good, my tongue relishing this. My head bobbed up and down as I used every trick I knew to my advantage. His hands found their way into my hair, and I moaned into him. He was getting close. Oh so close.
How long had it been since I had done this and enjoyed it? Too long.
Continue?
Sorry, brain dead... Lot of stuff going on with me right now...
