I snapped out of my daze as I once again tried to regain control. I gently pushed her back, our eyes never breaking their contact, blue against brown, my hand still on her shoulder, as I took a step forward and keep pushing her gently only ending it when she finally hit the ledge on the other side.

I didn’t know who made the first move but all of a sudden my lips were being attacked by the most inviting lips I have ever tasted in my life. Hmmm. I moaned as I felt a hand cupping my Vera Wang cladded breast. Well, well, well she didn’t waste any time now, did she my still unexposed breast as our tongue continued its war for dominance. She pulled away as she become aware of the serious lack of air and I trailed small kisses on her neck. She titled it for me to gain a better access and I gladly took the invitation as my lips continued it’s way exploring, sucking every inch of skin of her creamy smooth neck while my hands are busy roaming the expanse of her back. Then I let my hands slide down just barely touching the side of her breast, sending shivers of excitement through her body, our hips grinding forcefully against each other. I’m pretty sure I will have some bruises in the morning but damn the pleasure was beyond anything I had ever felt before.

She’s trying to push me back. I can feel it, but not really because she wants to stop. No, she’s pushing me away, likely because she wants to dominate the situation and fuck if I let that happen. I growled as she once again attempted to flip our positions. I took her lips by surprise, biting her as hard as I allow myself to. I felt, rather than heard her yelp as I did so. Slamming my hips onto hers as she arched her body into mine, pulling her as close as possible.

I guided her hand under my skirt as I continue to show her what I need for her to do and dear fucking God, did she did it. I nearly buckled my knees as two fingers immediately pushed inside me, my underwear not even removed but merely set aside.. I released her lips as I let out a loud moan as I stared at her baby blues, now darkened with passion, with my own half lidded eyes. I took my own hand and tried to grant her the same pleasure as she was giving me. I wish I can say I was as successful as she is, but I was not.

She used my current state of pleasure in order to weaken my resolve and immediately flip me around, so that now, I was the one cushioned between her body and the ledge and I can’t do a fucking thing about it but scream as she almost violently pushed her 2 fingers as far as it could go, almost simultaneously as my back hit the ledge. I saw her smirk at my reaction but I didn’t care I was busy chasing my impending release. Few more thrust and a curl of her fingers did it to me as I leaned further back into the ledge for that much needed support as she gently retracted her fingers out of my heat. I groaned at the friction but said nothing as I was mesmerized at the sight of her licking that very same fingers that just gave me the, if possible, best orgasm I have ever had.

“Next time, it’s going to be my turn.” Was all she whispered to me as she gave me a peck on the cheek and turned to leave. I can only look at her retreating back, with my hair slightly tousled, lips bruised, looked like I was totally ravaged which I supposed I was and some of my juices still flowing down my legs.

And the only question that was miraculously stirred in my mind was…

….who the hell was that?