Burning Desire: Two Months to Forever

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Two months. Two months until our wedding, two months until the day my body became entirely yours, and vice versa. Anticipation, laced with a simmering heat, had been building for weeks, fueled by late-night texts and stolen glances across the dinner table. Tonight, that anticipation had reached a fever pitch.

I was sprawled on the plush velvet sofa, a tiny, barely-there thong clinging to my skin, the stark white tank top a provocative contrast to the pale expanse of my breasts. They hung heavy, straining against the thin fabric, hinting at the delights beneath. The view was perfect – a panoramic sweep of the city lights blurred by the rain, and even better, you were there, leaning against the doorway, your silhouette a tantalizing silhouette against the dim hallway light.

You’d made it home early, smelling faintly of leather and something undeniably masculine – a scent that always sent shivers down my spine. You'd casually mentioned needing a shower, a nonchalant comment that felt loaded with unspoken desire. My earlier text, a breathless plea for your touch, hadn’t been an accident. It was a calculated invitation, a release valve for the mounting tension.

As you approached, the scent intensified, clinging to the air like a promise. You knelt before me, your eyes locking onto the exposed flesh of my vulva. The sight was undeniably stimulating, the glistening sheen of my wetness a blatant invitation. You saw the eagerness in my eyes, the desperate longing for the intimacy we were so close to experiencing regularly. You knew, as I did, that this was a moment we’d both been carefully building towards.

Without a word, you reached out, your calloused fingers gently claiming my breasts. The touch was both possessive and playful, a slow, deliberate caress that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. You began to lick, a slow, insistent rhythm that built momentum quickly. Your tongue traced the curve of my nipples, teasing and demanding, while simultaneously your hands began their own assault. You gripped my breasts firmly, pulling them together, the thin straps of the tank top stretched taut by your relentless pursuit.

The heat intensified, radiating outward from my core. My body arched involuntarily, a silent testament to your dominance. You continued your assault, your movements becoming more aggressive, more demanding. The licking intensified, your breath hot against my skin, while your hands continued to pummel my breasts, squeezing and pulling, pushing me closer to the edge.

You pulled the tank top over my head, revealing my entire body in its vulnerable state. The thong, already soaked, clung to my hips, offering little concealment. You leaned closer, your gaze lingering on the glistening folds of my labia. The scent of arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating.

“I smell sweaty,” you murmured, your voice a low rumble against my ear. “Maybe I should take a shower first.”

A surge of heat flooded my veins. You were teasing me, pushing me further into the depths of anticipation. “I like it when you smell like this,” I purred, my voice husky with desire. “It’s very manly.”

You ignored my playful comment, instead reaching for my breasts again, your fingers digging deep into the sensitive tissue. You began to lap, your tongue working relentlessly, seeking every last drop of pleasure. You took a large mouthful of my right breast, pulling it deep into your mouth and sucking with savage intensity. My nipples tightened, throbbing with pleasure, while the skin around them turned a vibrant shade of pink. You moved onto my left breast, continuing the frenzied assault. Your hand gently caressed my chest, exploring the contours of my breasts, finding the perfect rhythm to heighten the sensation.

Then, you shifted your focus, your lips moving closer, your breath hot against my skin. You began to kiss down my chest, your tongue tracing the line of my sternum, sending shivers down my spine. As you moved lower, you grasped both of my tits, pulling them together and sucking with an almost desperate hunger. The sensation was exquisite, pushing me further and further towards the precipice. The tiny thong, saturated with moisture, offered little protection, leaving my vulva exposed and vulnerable.

You continued your assault, your movements becoming increasingly frantic, your breath ragged with exertion. Your body pressed against mine, the heat of your skin radiating through the thin fabric. You knew how much I needed this, how desperate I was for your touch, for your dominance. You were feeding my need, satisfying my desires, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

Finally, you looked down at my exposed flesh, a predatory gleam in your eyes. “Please eat my pussy,” you commanded, your voice laced with a hint of challenge.

You took your time, circling me slowly, studying my every reaction. You pulled the thong up, exposing my labia, the glistening folds a stark contrast to the pale skin. You stared intently, savoring the sight, the anticipation building with each passing second.

“I can’t believe this pussy is now mine,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire.

“It’s all yours,” I replied, my voice barely audible. “Yours alone, my love.”

You reached for the waistband of my thong, pulling it up further, creating a dramatic exposure. The fabric rubbed hard against my clitoris and inner lips, igniting a wave of intense pleasure. “AHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed, arching my back, pushing my hips forward, desperate to escape the overwhelming sensation. You held me captive, forcing me to focus on the exquisite pain, allowing the friction to build, to escalate. The throbbing intensified, radiating throughout my body, as you continued to pull and release, teasing and tantalizing.

“Rub against your thong, babe,” you instructed, your voice low and suggestive. “Imagine that it’s my tongue or my finger working on your pussy.”

I complied, humming and moaning, rubbing my pussy against the rough fabric, desperate to reach the crescendo. You continued to pull the thong up and down, maintaining the pressure, pushing me closer to the brink. “Oh my gosh, this feels so good, babe!!! Please don’t stop!!!” I shrieked, my voice raw with pleasure.

You took my words as a sign of your success, continuing your torment with renewed vigor. You grabbed one hand and began to pleasure my pussy with my thong, while using your other hand to caress my breasts. I struggled to maintain my balance, fighting to keep my grip on the sofa armrest. The sensation was incredible, both intense and exhilarating.

You removed your hand from my tits, spitting on it before wetting my pussy with your saliva. The coolness of your saliva was a welcome relief, intensifying the pleasure. You continued your assault, alternating between your hands and your mouth, pushing me relentlessly towards the edge.

“I’m going to cum soon!!!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face.

You paused, a smug expression on your face. “Nope, I want you to cum when I’m inside you,” you said, pulling back slightly.

The anticipation returned, even more intense than before. You slowly eased yourself between my legs, positioning yourself perfectly for penetration. I tensed, bracing myself for the inevitable. You pushed deeper, your cock hard and erect, penetrating my pussy with a force that made me gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, both painful and pleasurable. You continued to thrust, building momentum, pushing me closer to the brink.

“Don’t cum yet,” you commanded, holding me captive. You reached for my hair, pulling it back into a high ponytail. You looked into my eyes, a knowing smile playing on your lips. “Let’s see if you can handle this.”

As you held my hair, you began to strip off your clothes, revealing your erect cock. The sight was both shocking and exhilarating. It was a powerful symbol of your dominance, your control over my body. You leaned in close, whispering in my ear, “Go ahead, babe. Fuck my mouth like there’s no tomorrow.”

I obliged, opening my mouth wide and licking your cock with fervent desire. The taste of your saliva, mixed with the sweat on your skin, was intoxicating. You grabbed my hands, pulling them onto your balls, holding them firmly in place. You continued to pull my hair back, positioning it just right so that you could reach my clitoris. My body arched involuntarily, a silent plea for release.

“You’ve got to beg for it,” you commanded, your voice a low rumble.

And so I did. “PLEASE FUCK ME, BABE. MAKE ME CUM WITH THAT HARD DICK OF YOURS!!” I screamed, arching my back as high as possible, desperate to reach the crescendo. You answered my call, thrusting with unrelenting force, pushing me further and further towards the brink. The throbbing intensified, radiating throughout my body, as you continued your assault. You knew exactly where to find my pleasure, and you weren’t going to stop until you’d satisfied your desires. My body convulsed, lost control, and finally, I let out a primal scream, giving way to the overwhelming pleasure. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in a torrent of sensation. You held me captive, continuing your assault until I was spent, exhausted, and utterly delirious. As you withdrew, you looked at me with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the pleasure you'd inflicted. You then lay down beside me, panting heavily, and we shared a long, passionate kiss, sealing our bond and cementing our commitment to each other.

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