Sin and Desire (43 page)

That thought is exactly what I need.

“Matthew!” I yell his name to get his attention, but this time there is no shakiness in my voice; it isn’t anger either.

He’s on the driver’s side now, but he stops and looks at me; he shows me that sexy smile that I noticed first. This time, I don’t turn to putty; I feel empowered.

“Sweet dreams, Amber,” he says with an even bigger smile.

“No,” I say. “Wait, don’t go yet.”

He hesitates and looks a little confused, but he doesn’t leave. He turns towards the back of his car as I walk around to meet him on the driver side.

As I walk up to him, he smiles again. I hold out my hand to him, as if to shake it.

“Ah, my apologies,” he says, reaching to shake my hand. “You must have distracted me from my manners.”

I grasp his hand, but instead of shaking it, I go up on my toes and I turn his hand and push it against my soaking wet panties. I look him straight in his eyes as he realizes that my pussy is wet and hot. He lets out a breath. “Oh my … holy shit.”

“I can’t believe you would leave me so wet and horny.” I grab his head and pull him down to me; I kiss him harder than I have ever kissed anyone, shoving my tongue as deeply into his mouth as he lets me. He seems to be in shock and I have a horrifying thought suddenly that I just crossed way too far over the line.

I am just about to pull away and run as fast as possible in the other direction when two strong hands grab me by the waist and lift my back up against his car. It wis wet from when it had been raining earlier and I jerk away from the cold, but I don’t get far because Matthew shoves his body up against mine, pressing his erection perfectly against my wet vagina.

He pushes against me harder than I thought I could handle, but he kisses me deeper and wraps my waist with his large, soft hands. I am caught up in so many sensations that I can’t focus on anything but the thrill and pleasure of it all.

I curl my legs around his hips and start to grind them firmly, but careful not to hurt. I can feel his cock growing even bigger now and almost rock solid. I want to see it, to hold it.

“Wait!” He gasps, pulling away from the kissing and groping. “We can’t do this. We’re both too smart and mature to be doing this.”

I am still being held between his hard dick and his car, so I am not sure that his resolve is much better than mine, but I guess he is probably right.

“I guess … You’re right.” I slow my breathing. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have….”

“Wait, no!” He interrupted me. “No, no, this is great! But, we are downtown, by the university. I didn’t mean we can’t do
this
, I just meant we can’t do
this here.
”

“Oh!” I blush red. “Um, right….”

Matthew grabs me and kisses me again. “Where do you live?” he says between kisses.

“Mmmm… This way…” I respond between thrusting tongues.

I hear his car alarm clock as we walk awkwardly to my apartment. Luckily I am on the first floor. We get to my door and as I am trying to unlock it, Matthew bends me over and pulls my skirt up over my ass. I have a moment of shock, but then he pulls my ass back against him and I can feel the hard bulge of his cock between my ass cheeks. He grasps my hair tightly, but not painfully, and he pulls it back while pushing himself between my ass cheeks. At this point, we are separated by some thin fabric and fading willpower.

I focus enough to get the door open and we practically fall into the small apartment. I start kicking off my shoes as he undoes his shirt. I point to the bedroom and he grabs me before I can walk in there.

He throws me on the couch and pushes me down with one hand on my chest. He kisses me hard again, but quickly starts moving down my body, nibbling and carefully biting all around my breasts through the silk shirt.

He thrusts his hands under my shirt and grasps my breast, placing his fingers around the nipples and squeezing them enough to get them hard.

I lift my hips up in frustration, trying to feel his hard cock against me again, but he prevents me from making contact. He slowly lifts my shirt up, carefully watching the shirt slide over my nipples. He flicks my nipple with his tongue, then he blows on it to get it hard again, all the while making me squirm and moan underneath him. He repeats this with my other nipple, but when I go to squirm, this time I feel the slightest touch of his finger running along the crotch of my panties.

“You smell so good,” he whispers to me. “You must want this a lot.”

He caresses my pussy by running a single finger inside the panties, causing me to whimper with desire.

I can feel the hardness of his cock and I can hear his heart pounding loudly in his chest and I realize it isn’t just me who must want this a lot. I feel myself shift and decide to take things into my own hands. I push him away slightly and finish removing my silk shirt.

I drop to my knees and use my whole hand to squeeze his cock through his slacks. I can see a small wet spot where the tip of his cock is pushing against his pants. I slide my finger across the tip of his cock and feel the slick wetness of him. Then I turn my head slightly and wrap my mouth over the shaft of his cock, through his pants. I roll my eyes up to watch his reaction as I blow hot air through the cloth of his pants and onto his cock. 

“Uh… Oh… my …. God!” He gasps. I smile to myself. It’s a trick I taught myself a long time ago and it never fails to tease and please.

Matthew starts to grip my hair, but I feel him hesitate.

“Please…” I beg in a teasing voice.

He understands perfectly and grabs a handful of my hair. He pulls me closer to his bulge and starts fussing with his pants button. I breathe warm air on his cock again, causing him to fumble with the button and grip my hair tightly. I use both hands to unbutton his pants, pushing his hand away. I undo his zipper carefully and can feel the heat radiating through his boxers.

I roll my eyes up at him and see he is staring straight down at me, holding his breath and begging silently for me to continue. I reach my hand down into his boxers and pull out his warm, hard cock.

He groans low in his throat as the touch of my skin makes his cock flex in excitement. His cock is large in my hand, but not outrageously so. I love its smooth, tight hardness and the little cum on the tip of his cock makes me sigh. His hand tightens in response to my breath and he guides my head closer to his hard cock.

I resist just slightly and flick my tongue over the tip of his cock, licking off his juicy cream. Matthew moans again and uses his other hand to grab more hair. He tries to tilt his hips closer to me, encouraging me to take him in his mouth.

“Oh come on Matthew,” I purr at him. “With all your power and good looks, you don’t know how this works?” I look up into his eyes, which are glossy and unfocused with need. “The woman is always in control when it comes to…” I lick the entire shaft of his cock. “Mmmmmm,” I let each word slowly leave my lips, “sucking … dick.”

In that moment, I quickly shove his cock into my mouth, shoving it as deep into my throat as it could go. I feel Matthew almost fall over from pleasure. He has my hair tangled in his fingers and is thrusting in and out of my mouth. I feel powerful and sexy, completely in control as I concentrate on breathing while sucking his amazing cock. I pause and twirl my tongue around the head of his shaft, earning myself the reward of more of his delicious cum.

Suddenly, catching me off guard, Matthew pulls my hair and slides his cock out of my mouth. “I’m not finishing like this!” He growls at me.

He looks around the room of my apartment and his eyes lock behind me. He backs me up and I feel myself tipping over backwards. It takes me a moment to realize he backed me onto my dining table. A few school books fall to the floor as he releases my hair.

He uses a hand to push me all the way onto the table, my bra barely holding my breasts in place as I lean back. Matthew shoves my bra up and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, while using his hand to pinch my other nipple between his fingers.

The pleasure in that moment is so intense, and the buildup is so strong, I feel my back arch and I start to orgasm while he has his tongue twirling around my nipple. He senses my reaction and pushes his exposed cock up to meet my vagina through my now-soaked panties. I scream out in pleasure and Matthew bites and sucks on my breast, just below my nipple. I can tell he is marking me and it just makes me cum harder.

As soon as the orgasm starts to subside, he looks at me and whispers, “Good girl.” He kisses his way down my stomach and I can feel him struggling to get his pants off—a task he accomplishes quickly. He pushes my purple skirt up over my thighs and hips and stands up to look at my lace thong.

“Oh my, you are so wet….” He slides my panties down. My shoes fall to the floor and he pulls my panties off my legs. He’s still looking at my soaking pussy. “So very sexy,” he says as he kisses his way back up.

I am stretching my neck to watch what he is doing and he locks eyes with me right before he licks along my pussy. He moans in pleasure at making sure I can see him, tasting my juices and licking his lips.

He licks along my pussy lips, then focuses on my clit, sucking it softly, gently, but feeling oh so amazing. He gets into a rhythm of licking and sucking. I can fill the orgasm starting to build again and I know I am moaning appreciatively. My breathing starts to get heavier, faster, and I think I am getting close to orgasm.

I close my eyes and move my hips into his mouth, helping with his rhythm. Then, without warning, Matthew thrusts his finger into my pussy while his mouth is busy on my clit. I scream in shock and instantly I cum again, orgasms shaking my body, much harder than the one before.

He thrusts his finger in and out quickly as I orgasm in his mouth, then he moves his finger to lick up and taste my juices as I throb with pleasure.

As I try to catch my breath, he stands up and leans over me, deliberately lining his cock up against my vagina. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Amber, may I please fuck you?”

I start to say yes, but instead I whimper out what I think is an affirmative sound. He unbuttons his shirt while I just lay there, body exhausted from all the pleasure. The view is amazing. I had pegged Matthew being in his early forties but the man’s chest and abs are toned beautifully. I feel a little disappointed that I have already cum twice and didn’t even have a chance to see this view. I realize he is looking at me, watching my reaction.

“You look amazing,” I tell him.

“If you want to see amazing, you should see the view from here,” he responds without hesitation.

I slide off the table as gracefully as I can and I walk him over to a big orange chair in my living room. It is ugly as hell, but shockingly comfortable. He sits in the chair and I lean down to stroke his cock. I am worried he would have lost some momentum, but he is still incredibly hard. I have another moment of feeling guilty for having more fun than him; but then I decide to make it work.

I put my knees on either side of his thighs and hover my pussy over his cock. I take off the shreds of my shirt and unhook my bra, deliberately making the view worth seeing. I leave my skirt around my waist.

I reach my hand between my legs and grasp his cock. I rub the tip of him against my wet vagina; he hisses and bites his lip. Then he tries to lift his hips to put himself inside of me.

“Patience,” I whisper, teasing him. I slide the tip of his cock just slightly inside of me, not enough to really penetrate but enough to really get him worked up; and me too.

“Please,” he begs. “Oh my... Please…”

Well, since he asked nicely, I thrust my hips quickly against him, strategically timing it so he thinks I was teasing him again. He hollers out and grabs my thighs with his hands. His hips thrust against mine as he tries to get as deep into me as possible. I move my hips in time with his, making for some of the most amazing sex I have ever had in my life. Each movement, each thrust, each quiver goes through my body like the aftershock of an earthquake.

I run my fingers through his hair and grip as much of it as I can; I pull him into me to kiss him deep and hard. He meets my grip with one of his own and without missing a beat, he kisses me deep and hard, every ounce of pleasure and desire wrapped in our lips as he rolls his tongue along mine. The kiss gets harder and fiercer as the pleasure builds up again, this time threatening to consume my whole body as if in flames.  I realize we are both moaning as we reached our peak at the same time. I screamed out, breaking out, kiss and exploding with pleasure. He yelled out, rough and masculine, and thrust one last time before he came so hard I could feel his cum pumping into me.

He stays there, with his hips off the chair, thrusts into me as far as he can get, as if he could climb through me, and he moans out the entire time he comes inside of me. I scream to match his, momentarily worried at how loud we are before I decide I don’t care about anything but the feel of Matthew inside of me. Then we collapse onto the chair, my entire weight resting on his lap.

We lie there for what could have been an hour. In reality, it is only a few minutes. My head is on his chest and I can hear his heavy breathing start to calm, and feel his heartbeat. All I can think is how amazing that felt and how certain I am that this was the best sex I have ever had.