Casey’s heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled with the lock of her apartment door. She could feel the warmth of Tom’s breath against her neck, his eager hands already exploring the curves of her waist, tracing the contours of her ample behind. It had been a whirlwind evening of laughter and flirtatious glances, and she hadn’t expected things to escalate quite so quickly. But here they were, the promise of unbridled passion hanging thick in the air between them like a dense fog. As the door finally gave way, she stepped back to allow Tom entry, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nerves. The faint scent of his cologne wafted into the room, mingling with the lingering aroma of her vanilla-scented candles.
Tom’s eyes roved over the dimly lit space, taking in the plush velvet couch and the artfully arranged bookshelves, before finally settling on Casey. She watched him intently, his pupils dilating with desire as he took in her form. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them, and whispered, “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” His voice was a delicious rumble, sending shivers down her spine.
With a coy smile, Casey leaned into him, her breath catching in her throat. “What’s that?” she murmured.
Tom’s gaze dropped to her voluptuous bottom, which was perfectly outlined by the tight dress she wore. “I love your ass,” he confessed, his voice low and husky. “I want you to sit on my face. Will you do that for me, Casey?”
Her eyes widened, a thrill of surprise and arousal coursing through her body. It wasn’t a typical first-date request, but something about the raw, unfiltered hunger in his voice made her want to oblige. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, “Yes, I’ll do that.”
He led her to the bedroom, his hand firm on her hip as if guiding a sacred offering to an altar. The anticipation grew with every step, until they reached the edge of the bed and he gently pushed her down onto the mattress. She scooted back, her legs parting slightly, and he knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers. His hands caressed her thighs, moving higher and higher until they reached the apex of her curves. He paused there, his thumbs circling her plump mound before finally giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, and she felt her insides melt.
Tom took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes devouring the sight of her lush body sprawled before him. Then, with a sudden burst of urgency, he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue darted out, teasing the sensitive skin around her asshole before delving into her wet folds. Casey gasped, her hands shooting to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
His mouth moved to her clit, his tongue flicking and circling with a precision that made her toes curl. At the same time, his index finger began to probe her tight hole, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm. She could feel him growing harder beneath her, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
Casey’s breath grew ragged as the sensations mounted. She could feel an orgasm building, her body tensing like a bowstring about to snap. Her eyes locked with Tom’s, she reached down to grip his hair, urging him deeper, grinding her hips against his face.
Tom’s other hand found his erection, stroking it in time with the rhythm of his tongue. The sight of him, lost in the pleasure of her body, only served to drive her closer to the edge. She could feel the heat of his breath against her most intimate parts, his tongue delving deeper with each passing second.
The pressure grew, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. She tightened her grip on his hair, her hips bucking against his face as she neared the climax.
Tom’s own breathing grew erratic, his strokes becoming more frantic. He knew she was close; he could feel her muscles clenching around his finger, her thighs quivering with restrained power. His tongue swirled around her clit, faster and faster, as he felt the first tremor of her impending orgasm. Then, with a guttural moan, Casey’s body arched off the bed, her ass cheeks squeezing his face as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
Her orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt, the intensity making her vision swim. She threw her head back, her hair cascading over the pillows as she screamed his name. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every cell in her body. She bucked her hips wildly, grinding her pussy against his mouth, desperate for more, even as the first spasms of pleasure began to recede.
Through the haze of pleasure, she was aware of Tom’s movements, his hand still working his cock, his breathing harsh and ragged. She could feel his own desire building, could hear the slick sounds of his hand moving up and down his shaft. It was intoxicating, knowing that she was the cause of his need.
With a final, desperate push, Casey felt herself let go completely, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Tom’s tongue continued to flick over her sensitive bud, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and sated. He pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and then took her ass in his hands, spreading her cheeks wide to expose her glistening, swollen hole.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her, to clean away the evidence of her passion. The sensation was almost too much, and she gasped as he lapped at her, his tongue delving deeper, exploring the warm, tight channel that had been denied his intrusion. It was an act of worship, a declaration of his adoration for every inch of her.
Tom’s hand tightened on his cock, his movements becoming more erratic. He could feel his own release approaching, the heat in his balls building to an unbearable crescendo. He pulled away from her, panting, and looked up into her eyes. “Can I…?” he asked, his voice strained with need.
Casey nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. “Do it,” she urged, her voice a throaty whisper. “Come on my ass.”
With a groan that was half-prayer, half-triumph, Tom complied. He jerked himself off, his cock spurting ropes of white-hot cum that arced through the air and painted her ass cheeks. It was a primal, carnally satisfying sight, and she watched in fascination as he emptied himself onto her, marking her with his essence.
As the last drops fell, he collapsed back onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving. They lay there, panting, for a long moment, their bodies still connected by the sticky trails of his release. It was a silent, shared moment of understanding, a bond forged in the heat of passion that neither of them would soon forget.
Finally, with a lazy smile, Casey reached back to wipe some of the cum from her ass, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste the salty tang. “Mmm,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. “That was… intense.”
Tom chuckled, rolling onto his side to face her. He leaned in to kiss her, their tongues tangling together in a kiss that was both intimate and erotic. “Just the beginning,” he promised, his hand tracing a lazy path down her spine, coming to rest on the curve of her ass once more. “We’ve got all night.”
Their eyes met, and in that moment, Casey knew she had made the right choice. Tonight, she had found someone who truly appreciated her body, who craved the things she had always been too shy to admit she loved. And as she felt the stirrings of desire reawaken within her, she knew that she was ready for whatever depraved delights the night had in store!!
Call Casey!
