by SexyLexy
Collusion He Wanted More
Longing.
Entering this dormant den of desire, a male stranger was clad in black leather pant and vest with matching white cotton shirt. White, considered the color of virtue, was something which constantly evaded him.
Wavy, dark brown to almost black hair, looking almost like olive oil soaked licorice, would have given many a female miles of cavities from being in this lusty male’s lair. Not muscle made, but body fit, this joltin’ Joe was a satisfying package.
With him, the fairer sex could envision a rainbow if they wanted to, but most always saw dusk impending.
And there, in her apartment, he stood springy and stilted all in one.
Honey blonde thatch, without sparkling sheen, hung around her shoulders. Contained in an average body, this female was a plain Jane, who exuded nothing spectacular from her being. Scraping a bit beneath the surface, you’d be pleasantly pleased at the woman under the coy coating. Never being life’s glittery diamond, her
essence was forever gold, for she was solid and not an ethereal mist.
This was a woman who was stable as a table and not a weed in the wind.
Fate forced their entanglement.
Drops of sweat began rolling down pale face, as this male approached. With right hand reaching into a back left pants pocket, he removed a singular object.
Flipping folded item into an open position, gave each a ride on an emotionally heightened rollercoaster. For him, it was comfort in the glow of cold steel. As to her, it was a knotty trepidation into the unknown.
Twirling blade in a circular motion in that still night air, a smirkish sneer came over this well experienced male.
Looking at this succulent slice of femininity before him, an erection was just a sneeze away.
“What do you want?” ,she chirped cautiously.
“I thought that was my question to you” ,his teeth snapped back.
Making a faulty attempt at avoiding him, she slowly back herself towards the kitchen. With metal equalizer in hand, he licked lips and said a four letter word that would change the course of this evening’s events, “Stop”.
Hearing this, her tense arms and body pressed firmly backwards, against an almond hued, oak counter top. White knit cloth gingerly clung to her slightly shaking thighs, as she tried to speak. Seeing tepid leaf in luscious flesh, steel was placed solidly onto metal edge of this sink area.
Bending down slowly, his eyes locked in on hers and muscular hands forcefully kept hips in place. As if the bane of this male’s virility rested in those pair of items, she was contained for the moment.
Unable to look directly at this outlander, those hazel eyes darted downward and to the left of where he was situated. Pity for her, the only item to gaze at was the cold wick of tempered taunting.
Not skipping a beat, he picked up on what she was looking at and gave chuckle and sigh, “Hmm”.
“Are you going to hurt me?” ,teeth chattering and lips quivering.
Some kind of Goddamned swarmy, sweaty, slickly sleazy charm came from him, as for the first time since he’d entered her home, a teeth glistening smile was exposed in response, “Only if you want me to”
“N, na, nah, no” ,taking tiny breaths of oxygen through wiggling lips.
Rising upward, his body paralleled hers. The backside of a left hand rubbed against a corresponding thigh, when suddenly stopping at a soft pelvic region.
Looking down at his hand’s position and back up at her eyes, tongue tip motioned against teeth, “Not there, not yet”, giving some delay in future actions.
Feeling this female’s flesh vibrating, one hand held her right hip and the other worked it’s way between breasts. While his hand planted firmly on chest, she began gasping for more air, while those luscious lungs continued to swell.
Excited by this development, a simple whisper into right ear came from his lips, “And just for a moment think, I haven’t even entered you yet”.
“O-oh” ,breathlessly murmuring.
For a brief second, debating this kitchen’s kinky continuation came through, “Tell me, this is what you want,
correct?”
Almost like a child giving nod of affirmation over admitting the completion of chores, her head began to bobble.
He wanted more.
This is the reality that she knew would come forth, so a whisper arrived, “Yes”.
He wanted more.
Clearing throat of any blockage of volume, crisp word was repeated, “Yes”.
He wanted more.
Standing there, this woman was becoming a fidgety female of impending frigidity, “What do you want me to say?”
Planting hands on either side of this counter around her and taking a straddling stance, a steely voice pounced a response to that question, “I want you to say yes. Yes, I want you with me. I want to be satisfied and you want to be fucked. And you want me to be taken care of the same way as I am. Lady, that’s what I want to hear, if this is what you really desire from me, as I from you”.
Holding left hand to his chest height, she compressed against white cotton and muscle, while using a flirtatious twist of a few exposed hairs amongst around a coral painted nail, “Yeah, I do, I-I do” ,nervously nibbling bottom lip, while exuding a whiff of embarrassment over responding to this yearning male with a glint of girlish torment.
Games of that sort, were not in his bag of temptation’s tricks, realizing it was up to this blooming blossom in just how far this heated harvest would ascend, “Show me, baby. Show me” ,speaking to her as if he were an army drill instructor.
He wanted more.
Clasping his face in hands, she delivered a forcefully placed kiss of lip saturating craving to him.
Retaining suntanned face in hands, she delivered a forcefully placed kiss of lip saturating craving onto him.
Simultaneously exchanging air and saliva, as both faces parted slowly, slim stream of liquid extended in midair.
“I guess this kitchen is apt to bring out the best in you, huh?” ,chuckling in reaction to passionate pout, he pressed his body against hers, leaving no doubt on how she was affecting him.
“Whoa” ,sensing a shift in this man’s physique because of that kiss, she pushed hair to one side and stated her intentions, “And I guess the best in you, too, huh?”
Nary a word came from his mouth, as toned hands groped her ample assets. Feminine hand fumbled towards his legs, brushing area of manhood. Hidden beneath leather pants, her fingers gradually pulled zipper down.
As if they were jelly doughnuts exuding rasberry filling, each nipple bursted forward, underneath white fabric. Rolling hem of this oversized sweater upward, he exposed thigh, ice blue panties and breasts to the yellow glow of this small kitchen.
Muscular hands enjoyed kneading this purring kitten’s dough of contentment. Teeth to red tip and fingers pinching the other, made him laugh and her growl.
Kneeling before him, her mouth resembled a sugar happy kid with a lollipop, for she was eager to explore the joys of polishing off an all day sucker.
Feverishly her mouth began gorging on a pair of plump plums, leaving him no doubt on how carnally capable she was in their robust rhumba.
Plopping soft flesh onto kitchen counter, his hands spread her thighs wide, almost as if he were about to attach hat lantern. There she was, open and ready for his grand performance.
His slender snake of seduction made it’s journey against valley of moist folds. Darting digits worked magic on this droopy duo of fantasy’s feathers. Her tiger’s eye was primed for piercing at this point, yet he continued to tease it with a tongue tip.
“Tell me what you want” ,he gazed up at this lady with dangling legs on a kitchen counter.
“I want you in me” ,her voice suddenly rose to a higher level, “Take me to that place. Bring me to a place of bliss”.
“It’s where you belong” ,slowly starting to stand up.
Thighs pulled forward, he plunged himself inside of her and they both let out a sigh of relief at finally becoming a single entity. Wrapping legs around his thrusting back, she got a thrill at watching him plow her fields.
Entangled together, he panted, “Yeah, baby, this is what you want, right?”
“More, I want it all. Give it to me, now!” ,a stream of tears began rolling down her cheeks at this moment
“My God, why are you crying?” ,motioning slower in and out of her, he asked with concern.
“It’s fine” ,letting him understand her response to this present situation, she sighed, “No, don’t stop, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with the fires of hell and make me come!”
Hearing those most desirable words uttered from her lips, the moderately gentle seduction of pleasure became a tear stained dash to desire’s dark den.
“YE-SSSS!!” ,they screamed in unison, as his rigid rod spewed forth life’s essence against her soaked, throbbing lips.
Both crumbled onto the tiled kitchen floor, out of erotic exhaustion and a river of relief.
Under five moments, this male stood, zipped his pants, closed metal item from sink edge and placed it into a pants’ picket. Bending down towards his pliable playmate, he gave her that smile once more, “Clears those cobwebs, huh?”
Reaching onto kitchen counter, she held knit sweater around herself, “Does the trick everytime”.
“Oh, no, baby” ,pulling cloth away, “Looks good just as it is”.
Reclaiming sweater from him, she became encased in an assertive membrane, “Thanks for the ego boost, but I can’t see you out in just nothing but a gratified smile.” ,covering her flesh quickly.
Lifting her up from kitchen floor with a firm left hand, he slyly licked lips, “Maybe, lady, you should” ,placing arm around soft waist and softly whispering, “Cuz, honey, if the people on the other side of that door knew just how beautiful you truly are, they’d want to know you just like I do”.
Facial distortion of discomfort came over this female, as she began to lead him towards the apartment door, “That’s not funny and I think your joke stinks”.
“Hey” ,removing arm from waist, he stopped her in their tracks and placed hands on both supple shoulders, “Does it look like I’m laughing?”
“What are you doing, huh?” ,slowly beginning to wiggle from his grip, “Let me go”.
“Not until you listen to what I have to say to you, woman” ,biting bottom lip, he continued, “You have much more to give to this world than being tapioca”.
Giggling, she couldn’t believe this male’s statement, “So, after what just happened out there, you still think I’m bland?”
“Listen, don’t laugh” ,sighing, his mood turned sternly serious, “In describing you, bland should be ripped from your lips, my dear” ,turning into a cool cloud of charm once more, compliments flowed into her midst, “Cayenne, salsa, chili peppers, and jerk chicken is what ya’ are, babe” ,discharging hands from subject, he rubbed fingertips along those substantial thighs, “Pity, you don’t want to show it to the world”.
Shaking head in disbelief of these words he spouted, she shrugged, “Oh, I couldn’t do that, honey”.
“Why? Hmm?” ,teeth glistened, “Scared?”
“Of course, I am” ,relaying a reality of self doubts and recurring shyness.
“You show them out there, that you’re constantly afraid of your own shadow” ,pointing towards that steel door, he squinted and changed course in this speedy study, “When I know you are a woman who has the ability to do many things. Most importantly face challenges and chances”.
“I can’t possibly be that kind of person”.
“What’s stopping you, huh?”
“Look at me. Come on, I’m not what’s considered beautiful, by anybody’s standard” ,fingers began fidgeting, as she honed in on this male’s reason for being there in the first place, “I got you here, oh, I know why I got you here” ,gazing downward and speaking in a lower tone of voice, barely audible, she said, “Pity”.
“Pity?!” ,with razor of rage flyingg forth from his lips and hands on hips, he let out a chuckle of incredulity, “You think I’d waste my time, coming over here, on a Goddamned pity fuck?!”
“You wanna to know something-” ,starting to let out a sigh, she folded arms defensively and replying in an exasperated voice, “I, I, I just, I just don’t know”.
Rooster with ruffled feathers began to peck away at this half baked theory, “Well, since you don’t know, I’ll tell you!” ,raising eyebrows, he chirped at the sparrow, “I’m intrigued by you”.
“Me?” ,she asked with right hand pulling hair behind ear, while giving him a sheepish look.
“O-o-ooh, yeah” ,affirmatively snickering in response to this timid temptress, he winked at this radiant rose, “You”.
“I just don’t know what to say”.
“So don’t talk, just listen to me” ,slapping his hands together once, he flipped off several slick suggestions to her, “You are an intelligent and shapely woman. One who has many gifts, which I was more than honored in partaking of”.
“But maybe I don’t want the world out there to know” ,demurely speaking, she was taken aback by these flattering words.
Engulfing soft body in his arms, an unexpected statement was made by him, “Then, it’s their loss and my hopeful gain”.
“Um, so does this mean there will be a next time?” ,looking up at him, a smile came.
“That depends on you, babe” ,hands journeyed down the sexy swan’s back, while his eyes followed a trail towards a pliable, peach patch.
“And” ,reacting to that ass grabbing, her voice gently grumbled, “What could you possibly mean by that?”
Abiding squeeze of flesh, his lightbulb of suggestion renewed it’s beam, “I think you know exactly what I mean” ,caressing her back, “You shouldn’t hide the God given gifts you’ve got”.
“But I’m not gonna look like I’m selling it on a street corner” ,pressing body to his, she added, “Not even for you, honey”.
“Lady, I’d be a fool to cheapen platinum down to Reynold’s Wrap” ,running hands up and down her sides slowly, his disarming magnetism consumed the living room, “And my mamma didn’t raise no fools”.
Audibly exhaling, this woman felt a sense of relief in realizing he didn’t want to change who she was, “You want me as is?”
“Well, there’s always room for improvement, for everyone” ,gazing this gentle specimen, letting out a light laugh, “Including yours truly”.
“You’ve got great, natural blonde hair” ,twirling a few golden strands around his fingers, “Maybe a few curls or waves, will float many a boat” ,adding, “And an extremely decent body” ,rubbing hands against those lovely hips, “I think placing these nice parts in an apt wrapping would make heads start to turn and imaginations start to race”.
“Maybe I’m afraid?”
“Don’t fear your own power, my dear” ,clasping her left hand in his, he smiled, “That’s one of the things about you that really turns me on”.
“Thanks”.
“For what?”
“The tune-up”.
“Well, ma’am, you’re motor runs just fine”.
“Thanks to you, lube dude” ,leading him towards the door, she slowly unlocked it and spoke, “When will we get together again?”
“I’ll ring your bell” ,pecking fascinating femme on right cheek, pearls glistened, “Farewell, intriguing Iris”.
As if he were the magic bullet penetrating her napping nest of naughty needs, this male’s attention was exactly what she needed. With that thought in her swirling mind, he walked down the hallway and disappeared into the bank of elevators.
Turning lock closed, she rested invigorated body against cold, steel door.
Fulfillment