Delaney

[Coyote Laughs]

Chapter One

It's Spring:

It had been months since they were last together, but her lustful longing for
him had not subsided. Along the drive to his place, she reminisced about his
deep, passionate kisses and the way he used to touch her ~ sliding his hands
along her gentle curves, gripping her hips or pressing his palm into the small
of her back, and the way his warm body felt pressed against hers as they
embraced.


She was entranced by these memories as she approached the staircase to his
apartment, unsure of what was to come in the following minutes...


With each step, she felt her lips rub against the inside of her soft, silky
thong and she knew... Her clit was beginning to swell in anticipation of laying
her eyes on him again. She was already moist and she hadn't even seen him yet.
...But this is what he does to her.

Her skirt was tight, cut just above the knee. It wrapped around her body like a
glove, displaying her curvy figure for all to see as her hips swayed side to
side during her ascension of the stairs. Her lofty heels clicked against the
wooden steps. Her blouse was buttoned just above her breasts, outlining their
soft swell. Her long, brown hair draped itself over her shoulders and down the
middle of her back.

Decidedly overdressed for the occasion, she brought something more comfortable
to slip into but she knew what she really wanted was for him to slip into her.


Before she could reach the top of the steps...there he was...standing above
her...watching every fluid movement of her figure. She explored his face,
seeking pleasure in what he beheld in front of him. Yet he showed no expression.
She felt his dominating presence overshadow her body as she set foot on the last
step. She now stood within inches of him.

He was a striking man, with an impressive stature ~ tall and broad. His exposed
skin adorned in beautiful artwork. He demanded to be noticed, but knew with just
a gaze, he could have anyone he wanted. This was not a man to be 'kept'. He was
born to be desired. And she was no exception to his spell.

[Coyote Laughs]

Chapter Two

This song plays as she enters his apartment:

"And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own
A million light reflections pass over me
It's source is bright and endless.
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams.
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away."

Atop the staircase, he stared at her intently. It was though she was standing there naked, completely exposed. She could feel him absorbing her presence ~ the soft scent of her pheremones, the glimmer in her steely blue eyes, the warm sunlight dancing over her lovely face.

Without a word, she gently smiled as she brushed past him in the doorway. Once inside, she turned and said, "Make me a drink."

He smiled out of the corner of his mouth, bowed his head and looked at her as only he can.

"I'll do anything you like," he whispered.

She walked into his bedroom to change her clothes. She closed the door, leaving it open only an inch or two. She wanted him to watch her undress. With her back to the door, she unzipped her skirt. She let it fall to her feet, still clad in heels. She slid her blouse off one shoulder, and then the other. Her clothes strewn on the floor, she bent over to pick them up, exposing her round ass to him as he stood in the doorway, peering through the opening.

He slowly pushed open the door, all the while leaning up against the door frame.

She rose up and asked, "Where's my drink?"

"Come and get it," he replied, motioning to her to come into the living room.

[Coyote Laughs]

Chapter 3

Intrigued, she followed him through the door, mindless of the fact that she was only wearing black silk underwear and her heels.

As she stepped into the living room, he approached her with a chilled glass. The ice inside the glass made it sweat in her hand. Or perhaps it was her own sweat that made the glass slip through her fingers. Nervously, she clutched her drink in both hands as she brought it to her lips.

He watched her sip from the edge of the glass. She watched him lick his lips as she drank. They were drawn into a strategically sexual gaze, as if the first to look away would somehow lose the battle and be forced to succumb to the others' prowess.

Without breaking his gaze, she reached into her glass for an ice cube and began drawing it across her skin. First, along her lips and then over her breasts, down the line of her belly and slipping it under her thong.

Her eyelids fluttered as she pushed the melting cube inside her. She kept it there for a few seconds, still holding his stare. Pulling out what was left of it, she reached over and ran it across his lips.

"Taste me," she said, as she guided it between his lips and into his open mouth.

His finger wandered along the trail of water on her body. He followed it down to the top of her thong before dipping his finger behind it. He tugged at her panties and drew her close to him.

With the ice still in his mouth, he leaned into her and parted her lips with his tongue. She could feel his hard dick against his jeans as he pressed it firmly to her body.

He ran his fingers through her long hair, wrapping his fist in the tail ends of it as they kissed. He then leaned his arm on her shoulder, forcing her to her knees.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth," he plainly stated.

She looked up at him from the floor, hungry for his dick. She had always admired it ~ long, thick, pink and beautiful. She craved the taste of him again.

She watched as he peeled his jeans away, exposing his magnificent cock.

"Take it. All of it," he demanded.

Her mouth was salivating now. She leaned forward, licking the tip of his cock before guiding it into her warm, wet mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft as she began to suck him deeper down her throat. He leaned back against the counter, his legs trembling.

She looked up at him as her hand and mouth moved over his cock. He thrust himself down her throat, making her choke on him. She wanted to pull her mouth off of his dick but he wouldn't let her. He grabbed her by her hair and thrust even deeper, watching as tears welled in her eyes. She gasped for breath as he pulled all the way out of her mouth, but only for a few seconds before he was buried inside her face again.

She began to suck and stroke him faster and harder. It was pointless to try to control her now. She was aching for his dick and she was going to take what she came for.

"I want your cock in every hole on my body," she said as she stopped, stood up and unclasped her bra, exposing her hard, perfect nipples. "Now sit down."

[davesmistress]

Thanks for the new addition

[frankjohnmoore]

nice story,,,,,thanks