Return from Russia

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth as arousal oozed through her.

Marina just returned from Russia after two weeks visiting her family. She is standing in the bedroom unpacking her clothes. I came up behind her and begin fondling her breasts. She feels my hot breath on the back of her neck and the roughness of my hands through her blouse. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into me – my pelvis rubbing against her ass and she feels the evidence of my arousal through the layers of our clothing. I’m content for the moment to simply rub up against her – reveling in the sensation of closeness – drawing out each moment like a taste of fine wine – each exquisite sip demanding to be savored and enjoyed. It would be a sin not to enjoy the moment; and there is so much other nasty dirty sinning to be done tonight. My hands begin moving again – exploring each curve and movement of her body with agonizing slowness and thoroughness. I begin murmuring in her ear. Telling her how sexy she is, how much she turns me on, how I missed fucking her for two weeks, how I would like to fuck her now, but that I was going to make her beg for it. She closed her eyes and sighed with contentment and warmth. Though my words weren’t original or poetic, they still reverberated through her. Making her feel desired and sensual. She arched her back against me, encouraging me to focus more time and caresses to her now protruding breasts. She loves to have her nipples played with. As if on cue, I begin to unbutton her blouse and let it drop to the floor.

My breath on her back causing her to shiver with delicious anticipation. My rough hands reach into her bra to pinch her nipples, which have become increasingly hard and very sensitive – the slightest touch stoking the heat between her legs. She hears each article of clothing teasingly fall away. First my tie, which has tantalizingly tickled her legs before letting it fall. Then my jacket. Then I unbuttoned my shirt with agonizing slowness. She thinks she can hear each button as it is released, and then finally it too is removed. I ran my fingers up and down her ribs. A gesture both erotic and gentle – incongruent with carnal violation that we both knew is forthcoming. With the other hand I unfasten her bra and threw it with more than a little drama across the room. I press my chest against her back and blew into her ear- creating shivers, and an involuntary arching of her back against my torso. She senses me backing away slightly, and then feels the unexpected wetness of my tongue trailing up her spine. My hands grip her hips and pull her closer to me. She feels the big bulge of my cock – throbbing, straining, willing her to crave it and surrender to it. I rub it against her ass- teasing her with what is sure to come. She reached back to rub my cock- to take some measure of control in the situation, but I’m having none of it. I reach down for my tie, pushing her hands out in front of her and tied them at the wrists. The feeling of utter helplessness and imminent violation is unbearable. She feels her panties becoming increasingly wet by the second and her breath has turned into lust-filled pants. She is completely my slave. My will commands exactly how far, how hot, and how rough things will get.

Marina wants me to consume her, she has missed being with me for two weeks. She wants me to pull her hair, bite her and slam myself into her. To take her as my possession. To be used. To perform each carnal act with utter abandonment and loss of control. To treat her as a toy whose here for the fulfillment of my pleasure. Marina hears the soft slip of my pants easing down my legs. I yank down her skirt with an abrupt motion and she gasps as she feels my nails scrape lightly down her thighs. Tiny little tell-tale marks of passion, too soon fade away. Only the barest wisp of fabric separated us. Thin sheaths of cotton and lace prevented the consummation of our quickening desire. His enlarged cock pressed against me – torturing me with its taunting presence. An inconsequential slip of material rubbing up against me with mischief – denying me the pleasure of being overtaken and consumed by him. I was caught- agonizingly suspended in an eternal state of lust-filled anticipation.