only a pair of trousers between me and a big
slice of paradise.
There on my knees, in the
hallway of the sumptuous suite, it was very tempting to let my lips
get up close and personal with that huge cock of his but my
imagination still had a very long way to go.
A quick blow job wasn’t at all what
I had in mind. We could do far better than that with a little
thought and ingenuity.
Without taking my eyes of Radford’s
face, I undid his trousers very slowly. He held his breath, biting
his lip in anticipation, silently willing me to wrap my mouth
around his cock or suck on his balls.
But as we’ve already established,
all good things come to those who wait.
The fine, black fabric slid
down easily over Radford’s solid thighs. This guy put in some
serious time at the gym to look this good and my fingers
appreciated the effort as they explored each sculpted leg from
groin to ankle. I gave myself a moment to imagine how those rough,
hairy limbs would soon feel entwined with mine.
Growing impatient, Radford kicked
off everything except his tight, black boxers which packaged the
main event so beautifully and clung like a second skin around his
perfectly formed bum. His rigid, swollen cock stretched his shorts
tight at the front, leaving little to the imagination and the scent
of pre-cum hung heavy in the air.
My mouth watered. He was going to
taste so good, I just knew.
I pushed my face into Radford’s
groin and gave his balls a love nip through his boxers. His cock
twitched against my cheek, threatening to explode if it didn’t get
some attention some time soon.
“I want to fuck you right now,”
Radford growled in desperation, reaching for my breasts.
His rough thighs had chafed
my nipples hard and he pinched them, frustration making him heavy
handed but I didn’t care. A man this gorgeous could be as rough and
ready as he liked with me and, from the flood of pleasure surging
through my breasts, my body didn’t care much either.
I stood up and his mouth found
mine, ravenous and demanding. He didn’t so much hold me in his arms
as absorb me into his body, his hands everywhere, his tongue
plunging into my mouth.
Breaking away was agony but I
disentangled myself and put my hand firmly in the centre of
Radford’s chest. This was my fantasy and I wanted to play it out
exactly as I’d imagined it. I pushed him back towards the bed.
“If you want to fuck me, lie
down,” I commanded, liking how eager Radford was to do exactly as
he was told. I love a big, bad boy who’s willing to take orders. “I
need to tell you a secret.”
Radford lay back against the
crisp, white sheets and reached for my breasts again as I straddled
him. “I love secrets,” he said, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“Especially the sexy kind.”
He sat up to take my nipple
in his mouth but I pushed him back down and heard his sigh of
disappointment.
“It’s not your turn,” I reminded
him with a sharp slap on thigh. “It’s mine. You promised.”
Even if the semi-naked body and
creative tongue weren’t already doing it for me, Radford’s slow,
sexy smile would have. “You have thirty seconds to get to the point
or I’ll rule you inadmissible,” he warned. “I’ve waited long enough
for you.”
Liking that I had his complete
attention, I started kissing the hollows of his neck, working my
way down across his chest to the top of his boxers.
“That first day I met you,” I
confided as I kissed and licked my way down his body, “you made me
so horny I went straight home and fantasised about you.”
“Well there’s a coincidence.”
He flung up his arms above his head, content now to let me have my
way with him. “I had a few x-rated thoughts of my own that night
too.”
He sucked in his stomach as my hair
trailed across it, tickling him. I filed the information away – a
ticklish man was often a lot more biddable, I’d found, and so much
more fun to torment.
“You made me come three times,” I
went on,
slice of paradise.
There on my knees, in the
hallway of the sumptuous suite, it was very tempting to let my lips
get up close and personal with that huge cock of his but my
imagination still had a very long way to go.
A quick blow job wasn’t at all what
I had in mind. We could do far better than that with a little
thought and ingenuity.
Without taking my eyes of Radford’s
face, I undid his trousers very slowly. He held his breath, biting
his lip in anticipation, silently willing me to wrap my mouth
around his cock or suck on his balls.
But as we’ve already established,
all good things come to those who wait.
The fine, black fabric slid
down easily over Radford’s solid thighs. This guy put in some
serious time at the gym to look this good and my fingers
appreciated the effort as they explored each sculpted leg from
groin to ankle. I gave myself a moment to imagine how those rough,
hairy limbs would soon feel entwined with mine.
Growing impatient, Radford kicked
off everything except his tight, black boxers which packaged the
main event so beautifully and clung like a second skin around his
perfectly formed bum. His rigid, swollen cock stretched his shorts
tight at the front, leaving little to the imagination and the scent
of pre-cum hung heavy in the air.
My mouth watered. He was going to
taste so good, I just knew.
I pushed my face into Radford’s
groin and gave his balls a love nip through his boxers. His cock
twitched against my cheek, threatening to explode if it didn’t get
some attention some time soon.
“I want to fuck you right now,”
Radford growled in desperation, reaching for my breasts.
His rough thighs had chafed
my nipples hard and he pinched them, frustration making him heavy
handed but I didn’t care. A man this gorgeous could be as rough and
ready as he liked with me and, from the flood of pleasure surging
through my breasts, my body didn’t care much either.
I stood up and his mouth found
mine, ravenous and demanding. He didn’t so much hold me in his arms
as absorb me into his body, his hands everywhere, his tongue
plunging into my mouth.
Breaking away was agony but I
disentangled myself and put my hand firmly in the centre of
Radford’s chest. This was my fantasy and I wanted to play it out
exactly as I’d imagined it. I pushed him back towards the bed.
“If you want to fuck me, lie
down,” I commanded, liking how eager Radford was to do exactly as
he was told. I love a big, bad boy who’s willing to take orders. “I
need to tell you a secret.”
Radford lay back against the
crisp, white sheets and reached for my breasts again as I straddled
him. “I love secrets,” he said, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“Especially the sexy kind.”
He sat up to take my nipple
in his mouth but I pushed him back down and heard his sigh of
disappointment.
“It’s not your turn,” I reminded
him with a sharp slap on thigh. “It’s mine. You promised.”
Even if the semi-naked body and
creative tongue weren’t already doing it for me, Radford’s slow,
sexy smile would have. “You have thirty seconds to get to the point
or I’ll rule you inadmissible,” he warned. “I’ve waited long enough
for you.”
Liking that I had his complete
attention, I started kissing the hollows of his neck, working my
way down across his chest to the top of his boxers.
“That first day I met you,” I
confided as I kissed and licked my way down his body, “you made me
so horny I went straight home and fantasised about you.”
“Well there’s a coincidence.”
He flung up his arms above his head, content now to let me have my
way with him. “I had a few x-rated thoughts of my own that night
too.”
He sucked in his stomach as my hair
trailed across it, tickling him. I filed the information away – a
ticklish man was often a lot more biddable, I’d found, and so much
more fun to torment.
“You made me come three times,” I
went on,
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