RUMBLE IN THE SHEETS......

They are hardly inside before he crushes his lips to her waiting ones, dropping the bottle of whiskey on the table, kissing her ferociously, and pushing her up against the wall.

"I have been dreaming of this all night."

He murmurs into her ears, taking in her heavenly feminine scent mixed with an overwhelming sweet smell of her cologne. Her perfume smelt like a mixture of berries and chocolate. He wasn't sure if there was a perfume like that, but he loved it

She wordlessly wraps her hands around his neck drawing him closer, matching his passion to hers.

He trails kisses down her neck reveling in her smell. He slowly guides her to the bed and rips open her gown exposing her pant and bra. He pauses for a minute to take in her almost perfect form.

She looks at him expectantly hoping he's not disappointed.

Her fair complexion is just exactly as he had envisioned, no blemishes whatsoever. Her unbelievably smooth skin is set off by the yellow color of her underwear. It was just a stroke of luck that yellow happened to be his favorite color. He didn't know it was possible for someone as petite as her to have legs as long as hers, well defined by the curve of her hips and a very flat belly.

Not sure if he's disappointed in her body, she self consciously wraps her arms around herself.

He notices the gesture and smiles.

"Don't dothat Camille, you are beautiful."

He gently takes her hands and places them by her side.

He bends over her and resumes trailing kisses down her only this time, he goes further, moving down from her neck to the exposed part of her bra, all the way down to her belly further down. He stops briefly at the entrance to her vagina hindered by her pant but seems to take it as a challenge. He sucks her through the cotton material and licks the panties wet. He toys with her like that for a few seconds before taking a finger to massage her from the outside taunting her, taking delight in her moans of pleasure. Not done, he continues downwards, kissing and licking her legs till he arrives at her feet where he discards her heels throwing each of them over his head. He takes his time on each of her toes, devoting his time to giving them each individual attention, licking and sucking with all the expertise of a professional in that regard.

She in turn surrenders her entire being to him enjoying every single act performed on her.

"Now, I want you to beg."

He tells her focusing his attention on her bra.

She regards him stubbornly with her eyes challenging him, sending a message that she wouldn't.

He slides a large palm under the bra and cups one breast with his hand.

She moans and he smiles wickedly.

He plays with the breast fitting it in his palm like it was made for its size, simultaneously sliding his other hand down inside her pant using his forefinger to locate her clitoris, and play with it.

She lets out an involuntary gasp and writhes under him.

"Breaking down eh?"

He raises an eyebrow questioningly at her.

"I thought you could last longer."

"Just shut up and don't stop."

She responds in a voice thick with desire.

He goes back to concentrate on the task at hand, tugging at her pant to get it off.

She arches her back and lifts herself up to help him get her out of it.

Together they get it off, and he holds it to his nose breathing in the wild smell of her.

"I can't wait to see if you taste as sweet as you smell."

She collects the pant from him and hangs it over his head.

"Focus on what you are doing please."

"Getting impatient now, are we?"

He whispers into her ears.

"Wpe still have a long way to go beautiful one."

She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip savoring the moment.

"Let's get you out of that bra, shall we?"

She nods in acquiesce seeming to have lost her voice for the moment.

He flips her over her back unclasping the hook of the bra almost immediately with one hand. He flips her back and carefully removes the bra with a certain reverence. His eyes roam over the two well-sculpted mounds on her chest and sigh with pure pleasure. Her small fair breasts were standing proudly looking directly at him, and the black nipples on them were just pure delight for him to look at. Unable to contain himself any longer, he takes one nipple in his mouth looking into her eyes as he does so. He takes his time to artfully lick the nipples before closing his mouth around the breast sucking it delicately and leaving her begging for more. Still nowhere close to fulfilling his mission, he takes the other breast in his mouth sucking and caressing it like he did the other. His erection was starting to voice its discontent at being left out of the show and was starting to try to find a way out of his trousers. He badly wanted to plunge into her soft, wet chamber but he wasn't done. He needed to make her beg desperately for him.

She wanted to touch him, she wanted to touch every single part of him, but his damned shirt was getting in the way. Who even weaqqqqqqqrs a shirt to the club?

"I feel like you are having all the fun, Michael. We need to get that shirt off of you."

"Thought you would never ask, Camille. If you want something done right, you gotta do it for yourself."

He pauses to allow her to unbutton his shirt from under him.

She hurriedly does that with speed and he raises his arms to allow her to get it over his head along with his underwear. She throws his clothing over the bed without looking, and it lands in a pile somewhere at the foot of the bed. She feasts her eyes on his chiseled abs using her fingers to trace them. His abs were strong to the touch with absolutely no pocket of fat hidden in them. His hairy chest is lean and hard and she takes in the beauty of his body like a perfect work of art.

"You are so magnificent I could spend all day just looking at you."

"Thanks, Camille. You are more magnificent actually."

She smiles coyly at him never taking her eyes off the wonderful sight of him.

He positions his head in between her legs and uses his tongue to seek out her clitoris. He twirls his tongue around it licking and sucking it at the same time.

He hears her gasp and breath in heavily. He smiles to himself, he liked the sound of that. He nibbles on it using his lips. Using his mouth, he draws circles around it all the while enjoying her little moans of pleasure. Shifting his attention to the area near the top of her clit, he pays homage to it using his lips. He imagines using his tongue to lick a plate clean, experimenting with his imagination on licking every corner around her clit with his tongue ravenously. He dips his tongue inside her, seeking out the shaft and paying special attention to it. He withdraws his tongue and slides two fingers to either side of her clitoral shaft, pulling and pushing the clitoral hood across the clitoris and moving in circles, diagonals, and spontaneous fashion.

She is already dripping wet and begging him to fill her up already.

He ignores her pleas, stepping back to pull off his trousers and boxers.

Her eyes are wide open in pleasurable surprise. Oh lord! He was huge and beautifully so. His penis was very erect and seemed to have a mind of its own, seeming eager to penetrate her. She repositions herself spreading her hips wider to accommodate his entry.

Turns out, he wasn't done tormenting her.

He makes as if to penetrate her, but instead, he holds the tip of his penis in his hand to massage and rubs her clit.

"Michael, please. Thrust your groins inside me cause I can't take this torture anymore."

"Not yet Camille. Don't be in a hurry."

He continues massaging her clit when she shoves him off. She pushes his back to the bed sitting astride him.

"How about I show you what it's like to beg a woman who wants to climax?"

She whispers into his ears as she bites her lower lip with lust written all over her face.

She uses her fingers to softly trail his body, focusing on his abs and bending down to kiss them, one after the other. Proceeding upwards, she trails kisses all over his body, stopping to lick his ears and whisper graphic details of what she intends to do to him.

He lets out a low growl and it's her turn to smile. He hasn't seen anything yet.

She kisses his neck, face, and slides her tongue into his mouth.

He responds to the kiss as a starved man would to a thanksgiving dinner. She really does know how to drive a man crazy. He thought to himself.

She extracts her tongue from his mouth and replaces it with her finger.

He hungrily grabs it with his mouth and begins to lick and kiss it.

Without warning, she grabs his penis, steadying it by grabbing it around the middle with one hand. Rubbing the cupped palm of her other hand around the penis, as if rinsing a turning stick.

He cries out in ecstasy begging her not to stop.

Sliding her cupped hand up over the head of the penis, and down the shaft, she brings the other hand once more to repeat the stroke. She does that for a while, taking delight in his pleas for more. Seeming satisfied with his reaction, she bends her head between his knees and takes him in her mouth, making sure to maintain eye contact.

He cries out in pure delight, his body vibrating with the very action.

Licking the underside of his frenulum from side to side, and up and down, she swirls her tongue along the edge. To show him she's having as much fun as he is, she begins to moan and hum alternating her rhythm between fast and slow.

The action seems to send him over the edge and he grabs her hair to keep her head in place.

Making sure her tongue is flat, she licks the bottom of his shaft, from base to tip. Repeating this a few times, she looks him in the eyes and ends it with a quick suck.

"Don't stop yet, Camille."

He pleads.

"Now, who's begging?"

She asks him, smiling triumphantly.

"Calm yourself, Michael. I am not quite done yet."

Getting back to the task at hand, she places her mouth at the base of his penis and slowly pulls him out, releasing plenty of salivae and using her hand to cover the areas of his penis her mouth can't. She sucks the head of his penis and flicks her tongue along the frenulum, tugging his balls and rubbing her hand along his perineum.

"Yes, Camille. Just like that."

He closes his eyes to savor the sweet feeling.

She fits his entire penis into her mouth, deep into her throat, making swallowing motions while moving the back of her tongue up and down his penis. She places her hand on the base of the penis and squeezes it sending shocks of pleasure into him. Rubbing her wet lips along the underside of the frenulum, she sucks the head of his penis. She alternates this action a few times. She kisses the frenulum and looks up at him giving him her sexiest bedroom eyes.

He groans out loud pleading with his eyes for her to continue.

She pulls his penis out of her mouth and rubs it between her breasts. She puts it back in her mouth alternating the process a few times. Pulling his penis out of her mouth again, she strokes him with her hand switching for seconds to lick his entire sack and tugs with her mouth careful to avoid using her teeth.

He lets out a low moan.

Done with that, she adjusts herself properly into a more comfortable position, her hips well bent on the bed, she slowly uses her hands to guide him inside her.

"Oh, lord! Yes."

He screams out loud.

She begins to ride him like a bike, slow, fast, slow, fast repeating the rhythm. Up and down, up and down she continues with sweat trickling down her body to his.

Grabbing her butt, he pulls her closer to him going with the flow. He alternates between fondling her boobs and grabbing her ass, smacking it now and then.

"Just like that Camille, just like that"

She places her hands on his chest sustaining eye contact and continues to ride him tirelessly her breasts jiggling with the motion.

Damn! She really is flexible. He thought to himself throwing back his head for a second to thank his lucky stars for coming across her.

She slides off him suddenly and bends her head in between his legs to give him a mind-blowing blow job, keeping him lubricated and ready for her to slide back on. She turns around and slides him back into her.

This action immediately transports him to cloud nine and he murmurs some incoherent words to express his delight.

She starts to ride him again building up the pace as she goes. He matches her stride for stride thrusting himself up to meet her every stroke.

"I am going to come, Michael."

She whispers the declaration into his ears.

"Yes. Come for me, babe. Let's climax together."

Increasing the tempo, they continue matching each other's pace, eventually letting the dam burst.

With shuddering breaths, they release into each other at the same time.

She slides off to lay beside him, resting her head on his chest, exhausted but satisfied.

"That was great. Damn! Camille, you are fire."

He tells her in the way of compliment.

"Thank you."

She says smiling into his chest.

After resting for some minutes, they go at it again, this time, Michael taking the reins.

It was around 2am before they finally decided to sleep, admitting to each other that they were spent.

Satisfied and contented, they fall into a deep sleep, arms wrapped around each other.