His free hand found my waist, spinning and pinning me down to the couch as he pressed his body on top of me. He was so firm and heavy, his whole body making me moan and squirm as I felt myself pushed under him.

His hand moved up from my waist and over my breast. I felt him squeeze it through the fabric of my dress and wished with everything that I had that there was nothing keeping us apart. I wish we could both just be naked now, our bodies pressed against each other.

Especially because I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my leg. I could feel it hard and firm and insistent. It was demanding my attention, making my throat dry with anticipation of what I knew I wanted and where I knew this all would end up.

Damn the consequences and damn expectations. Damn the person I used to be and damn the person I thought I was. I didn’t care about any of that right now. Any thought that this wasn’t right was dashed the moment he kissed me. Tomorrow would be tomorrow and we could deal with the aftermath then.

Tonight I wanted him, and nothing was going to stop that from happening.

He broke the kiss from my lips, his mouth kissing my cheek and then my neck as both of his hands slid down my body and under my skirt. Then trailed up my thighs, making me quiver as they reached under my dress and found the top of the tights and pulled them down, peeling them and my panties off of my legs.

As his mouth kissed my breasts through my dress and went down past my stomach I knew where he was heading. Every bit of me was concentrating on the trail his mouth was taking, watching as it went down and under the hem of my dress and aching as it moved excruciatingly slowly up my thighs.

When he touched my sex my head flew back and slammed into the couch, a low moan slipping through my lips and making me groan heavy and hot.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, “That feel amazing.”

It did. His lips were kissing up and down the slit of me, tracing up and down my lips and pressing in with each push driving a spike of heat through my body. He was keeping things concentrated on my lips, never darting too far up or down, teasing me with every move and giving me hints of everything he had to offer and previews of everything that was to come.

The moment his lips brushed my clit I exploded. My back arched and my breasts were thrust into the air. I felt a quiver rush over me from the merest brush and I couldn’t help but reach for him with my hands and press him into me.

My hands found the back of his head and pulled him down as my hips thrust up. I pressed my aching sex into his mouth and he responded with enthusiasm.

I felt his tongue thrust out and lick me as he pulled his head down towards my slit. He traced a trail up and down, parting the folds of my lips and darting inside briefly before turning all of his attention onto my clit.

His hands came up and pressed against my stomach, pinning me down and holding me still as he began his assault on me. He traced patterns onto my sex, like runes or spells unlocking something immense and powerful in me.

“Oh my god,” I shouted, “You’re so- fuck!”

I heard him grunt in approval, the sound of it so positively manly and gruff that I melted in response to it. I let my whole body melt under him. Let myself become subject to him and let him beat out a tattoo of pleasure on my body.

I felt like he was pleasing every bit of me, like the simple act of touching me was enough to make me throb with pleasure. I felt my body thrumming with desire. Felt my breathing grow ragged and shudder with every new breath.

There was no overwhelming climax, instead there was a steady and pulsing rhythm of pleasure that built in me all at once and everywhere. It was like a constant low level orgasm, making my hands and feet numb and tingly with pleasure.

The words came out of my lips but they came out unbidden, they weren’t from me and yet they were what I wanted.

“Take me to your bed,” I mewled, struggling to get the words out through shuddering breaths.