Thursday, August 22, 2019

HIS GAME

The running water in the bathroom stopped at last.  Mitch sat patiently, waiting on the beauty to emerge.  He knew she was doing her best to prepare for him.  It had been a long time since they had spent time together, but he didn't tell her how much he had craved her in the meantime.  He listened to the ambient sounds of her preperation.  She hummed a soft song that he didn't recognize as she hung up her dress in the closet.  Mitch bit his lip in anticipation of what she must have been wearing underneth.


The site did not disappoint.  He stifled his growl of approval when she finally came into view.  Her body was still taught an toned.  She took great care of herself, it was easy to see.  His eyes took in her beauty as she crossed the distance with feline grace.  Funny how even a mouse can look like the cat when they move.  She laid her body against his on the sofa, and smiles.  Mitch pulled her up, looking deep into her eyes and just let her body meld to his.  They exchanged no words, there had been nothing but talking for far too long.


The smooth feel of her flesh under his hands brought his hunger to a raging inferno inside his chest.  His lips pressed to hers, sucking at those delicate petals as they opened to invite his tongue.  Her taste was familiar and pleasing.  Their bodies moved against each other as he explored her.  She kept her arms around his neck for strength as his hands caressed her every curve.

The room faded away and their desire consumed the night.  


The deep growl ripped from Mitch's chest as he gripped her ass and pulled her up, kissing and biting his way down her chest.  Her top gave him all the access he needed to her body.  In the dark he could hear the tremble in her voice and the moan in every breath.  His teeth bit the soft skin of her breast, leaving his mark before he reached her nipple.  Sucking it in, dragging his rough tongue across the hard tip as she moved her body on top.  Spreading herself over him so her soft, needy sex could grind against him.


His cock ached in his boxers but he refused to give into that desire.  Mitch instead kept his focus on her.  He alternated from one nipple to the other, taking them in his mouth and attacking them with his tongue.  Her soft mound ground down harder on his abdomen and he could feel the heat and moisture spreading across his skin.  He craved that moisture.  Wanted her taste on his tongue and her nectar on his lips.


She gasped out loud as he pulled her up and dove his tongue into her soft folds.  She shook and arched her back, pushing herself against his face.  He felt empowered, gripping her breasts and squeezing her trapped nipples between his fingers as he feasted on her velvet lips.  The darkness echoed her pleasure in the sounds of panted moans.

It had been too long, and he would claim all of her tonight.

Story by: mystermitch resident
photos by: mystermitch resident

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