The Writer: scenario contd

Your smooth hands cupped my neck, pulling me into a feverish kiss.

It was slow at first, our lips tugging, nipping, tasting. Shy, yet tender. Wanting. So damn wanting.

I grew bolder, brushing my tongue against your lips. You chuckled, low and teasing.

"So damn impatient," you said, your voice like velvet.

Then your tongue darted into my mouth, a strength behind it that rocked my world. You kissed me hard and deep, tasting all of me.

Trailing over my teeth, my palate, my gums, I was gasping for air from the intensity of it all.

I arched into you, breathless and needy. "Holy shit, Reader, you can kiss."

You chuckled again, that sound making my skin tingle.

Your hands moved to my jacket, unzipping it slowly. My bare breasts, clad in a white lace bra, caught your gaze.

You cupped me, your thumbs brushing over the fabric.

"These are pretty," you murmured.

I smirked, my lips curling with mischief. "They're for you. Do with them as you please."

Your dark gaze turned hungry. "Don't mind if I do."

You growled, your lips finding the curve of my throat.

My hands instinctively found their way into your hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands.

You flicked your tongue over my nipple, teasing me before blowing warm breath on it.

"Ooooh, such a tease," I arched against you, breathless.

You grinned wickedly. "Sorry, babe. Gotta take my time to worship this altar."

Then you took my nipple into your mouth, your teeth grazing against it.

The sensation shot sparks through me, and I gasped. All the while, your dark eyes stayed locked on mine, filled with rich, unrelenting lust.

Yes, this reader lusted after his writer.

And this writer adored every second of it.

"Fuck me, Reader," I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

"Patience, Writer," you replied, your voice a low rumble as your hands moved to my jeans.

But instead of unzipping them, you did something unexpected. You cupped my pussy through the fabric, pressing firmly.

"Really now?" you asked, your smirk growing wider.

"Yes," I panted.

Without hesitation, you ripped a hole right through the middle of my jeans.

"Well, fuck!" I gasped, staring at you in shock.

"What did you do that for?"

"Well, I'm definitely not sharing your sexy body with the public. You're mine, mine alone," you said, pulling me closer.

I blinked, my breath hitching. "Well, that's… super hot."

You grinned. "Yeah, you didn't think this would be a one-time thing, did you?"

Your lips trailed down to my jean-covered thighs, planting heated kisses along the fabric.

My body arched instinctively as your lips found the edges of my pussy. You pressed your mouth against me, your tongue dipping into my folds.

Each stroke of your tongue sent delicious tremors up my spine. Pleasure exploded in waves, each one stronger than the last.

"Ahhh," I moaned loudly, unable to hold back.

Your free hand tugged at my nipples, the dual sensations driving me wild. Your tongue thrust in and out of my wet, glistening heat, while your fingers pinched and teased.

"Shhh, babe. You're going to wake up the birds," you teased, grinning wickedly.

I laughed breathlessly. "LMAO. What humor."

But then I was jerking uncontrollably, my thighs trembling around your head, my fingers tangled tightly in your hair.

You looked divine, your eyes burning with raw hunger as they locked with mine.

Just before I came, you pulled back and kissed me. I could taste myself on your lips, and the intimacy of it made me shiver.

"Lord, you're fucking gorgeous," you murmured against my lips.

My hands moved unsteadily to unbuckle your belt. As I worked, I leaned forward, kissing your neck with desperate need.

When I finally freed you, I took you in my hands, marveling at the way your body responded to my touch.

"You feel so good," I whispered, watching the pleasure that flickered across your face.

With a growl, you pulled me close and thrust into me.

"I've wanted this for so long," you admitted, your voice raw and filled with emotion.

I couldn't comprehend your words, not when you were moving inside me with a rhythm that had me unraveling in your arms.

"Oh… uh… ah… I-I'm not sure I can stay quiet," I stuttered as your pace quickened. Each thrust shook me to my core, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Then scream for me, babe," you growled, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

I fell apart in your arms, my cries of ecstasy filling the air. The release was divine, leaving me trembling and breathless as you held me close, your lips pressing gentle kisses to my neck.

When our eyes met, you placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"A date. Let's go on a date," you said, your voice tender and filled with promise.