I took off after her from behind, she did what most girls do in horror movies she just fell to the ground. I pulled her into the grass and pinned her arms over her head. I talked a little trash, “You seriously thought you were going to get away?!” She asked me what I was going to do about it. I hate when they ask me that. Then I asked, “Where is your co-conspirator?” She started to snicker, but I demanded answers. I turned her over like a baby and started to smack her ass. Each time asking the question again, “Where is she?” She started to scream, as I held her hands tighter, but buried her face in the grass to muffle the sound. But then, I thought to myself, she’s really enjoying this. I always run into problem when women enjoy punishment. Apparently, intense pain followed by pleasure is an aphrodisiac to most women. While grasping her hands with one hand, I reached and grabbed a fistful of hair in the hand. With my other hand I slide it up between her legs from behind until it got wet.
I heard a sound in the distance that sounded like a door closing. I looked around at all the balconies to see if a light went on, or if something had changed, but I didn’t notice anything. I picked her up and took her to my place, once inside I pushed her back against the wall, I raised one of her legs and started to play with her, while I stared into her eyes. She tried to talk but each time, I would press harder or faster, causing her words to stutter or shudder. “What about my friend?” she managed to get out a sentence. Her friend was still outside, but that didn’t concern me, I’m sure she’d find her way back at some point. So I didn’t stop. She managed to pull away and made it to the steps where she fell again. As I dashed after her as I reached the stair she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me, she unbuckled my pants. Women wear some complicated clothing, but it seems that they can never navigate a belt buckle or button fly jeans. She started to jerk at it so I just unbutton it for her.
She took me in her mouth, and made a gaggling noise. My knees started to tremble, I reached one hand out for the wall and placed the other one on the back of her head. She reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone. And in one motion, texted her friend to come back to the apartment, without stopping what she was doing. No man likes to admit this, but done correctly a woman can make a man come in about 3-4 minutes with her mouth. In my head, I try and oscillate the alphabet to take my mind off things, but this is extremely hard to do while making eye contact. A, Z, B, Y, C, X, D, W… When this doesn’t work, I try and relax my ankles, which is hard to do as well because I’m standing. As if she can read my mind, the more I try to keep from exploding the faster she goes, the wetter it gets, the more enthusiastic she gets. I think enthusiastic is the best compliment a man can give a woman about sex.
As I reached the point where I couldn’t take anymore I picked her head up and knelt down between her legs. Her legs were on top of both of my shoulders and as I kissed her, I ran my hands all over her body. Her skin glistened, and as I touched her full breasts her nipples became erect. I squeeze them a little tighter. As I kiss up and down her legs from her knee to her pelvis, I spend some times running my tongue around the edges of her navel. Holding her with both hands around the small of her back, I can feel our breathing start to synchronize. In between her pelvis and where her leg starts there’s a place I like to visit often because it drives her wild. I pretend I’m writing my name there, in cursive and never raising the pen. I do the exact same on the other side, before rendezvousing at her navel and heading south.
A few seconds later, my door opened.