by Shandrice Dixon
(04/04/07)
You're sexiest when you've just come from getting your hair done. There's something
there that makes me want to jump your bones on sight. Maybe it's the way the ends
curl and cascade around the nape of your neck. Maybe it's the way that I imagine softly pulling those curls, enticing your body more and more. Whatever it is, my pussy moistens when I run my fingers through your hair.
Like today. You just walked through the front door. I am here, on the couch, waiting to see what designs rest on your head today. No sooner than you say hey, I'm rushing towards you, sliding my tongue into your mouth, grinding my waiting womanhood against your ever-growing bulge. You know the drill. You push me backwards onto the couch, never once breaking our kiss. My hands move toward your hair, as your lips glide down my neck. You realize that my horniness levels are rising. You're Samson, drawing strength from your hair. Your dick rises as I start twirling your curls on my fingertips. I feel you, pulsating against my body. I want you to come in. I'm inviting you in.
You pull my shirt over my head. Your hands run down the curves of my back, stopping only to unclasp my bra. Your lips move again, from my neck, down my chest, pausing to suck my nipples. That soft shit doesn't work with me, and you know it. So you start to nibble. Your tongue is driving me into a frenzy and you love it. You lick your way down my stomach, searching for that ultimate spot, while I continue to play in your hair. You jerk my pants down and off. I'm still waiting for you to enter me, but I know that the reward is always greater if I let you work your magic.
You pry my legs apart, while you move to get on your knees. You slip one, two fingers inside toward my warm clit. You move your mouth over my heat. Your tongue flicks in and out of my pussy, softly at first, then harder. You find my spot and lap there continuously. My moans escalate almost immediately, filling the room, replacing the silence with ecstasy. Your tongue is long, thick, hot, and now wet with my juices. You're giving me everything that I'd hoped for and more. Your head game is tight, and I've happily let you perfect it on me. I've come three or four times, but you won't let me up. You lick your lips, savoring my taste, then go back to work. Five minutes later I'm tired of waiting, I pull you up, kissing you, tasting myself on your lips.
There goes your shirt onto the floor. Your pants are coming off too. You try to regain control, but it's my turn now. I force you down onto the couch, hardly giving you time to catch your breath, before your dick is pumping down my throat. You throw your head back, accepting your loss of power. I lick up and down your thick shaft, dreaming of when it will ram into me. I suck around the hard mushroom tip. In and out, out and in. I look up at you, head tilted, eyes closed, licking your lips. You're so vulnerable at this moment. I reach my left hand up and rub your chest, you're not even fazed. You're in heaven. I work my jaws up and down on your dick. Not pausing once, for what seems like forever. Your dick is massive, and I feel like I might get lockjaw, but still, I continue. Nothing is going to stop me from tasting your nectar.
The head is thrashing against the back of my throat. It feels like my tonsils and your dick are connected. The idea of this makes my pussy wetter. I want you to come fast so that I can ride you and pull your hair some more. After an eternity, you splash into my mouth. I swallow it all, careful not to waste one precious drop of your sweet, delectable cream.
Your eyes flash open, like you've just had an epiphany. Before you've barely recovered, I'm hopping on your dick. I straddle you first, then I slowly glide my open center onto the tip. I slide up and down, up and down. I'm running my fingers through your hair, yet again. Kissing your neck while you softly moan. I pull your hair roughly, look deep into your eyes, then you reach up and kiss my anticipating lips. I ride you until my pussy can't take any more.
It's your turn now. You lay me on my back while I wrap my legs around your waist. You force your dick back into me. I love it. You delve into me. You feel so good inside of me. Knocking the bottom out of my pussy. Yes, that's your job. I'm taking you in, inch by inch. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!
Time for a little repositioning. I get on all fours, allowing you to enter me from behind. The dick falls in deeper that way. Now you're pulling my hair. Yanking my head back to rest on your shoulders while you kiss down my neck. God! I love when you do that. It gets me horny all over again. You fuck me until you're ready to explode. You know better than to pull out; I love the feel of your come, thundering through my body. And there it is, the sensation of your come running through my insides, dripping down my walls.
I'm spent, and so are you. We lie on the couch, with you still inside of me, and fall asleep. When we wake, I'm going to run my fingers through your hair and fuck you all over again.
