My kiss spoke only of need.
It had been a long day. One interspersed with flirtatious smiles, entendres, and fleeting touches. I had teased and smiled as I saw the blush rose in her cheeks, but that was all a slow careful chase. When her lips brushed against my ears as she offered up a single husky prayer of, "please" it became something else.
My hands pinned her neck my lips found hers and I devoured her. It was a kiss I was not willing to relinquish even as it frustrated my attempts to remove her blouse. The sound of tearing cloth announced my direct and highly simple solution to that minor development. I continue to strip her as I drive her back against the counter, using its solid edge to help pull away her pants as I lift her. Its nothing to lift her, though she squeals with excitement. She reaches for my belt as I move my fingers dig deep into her supple ass, but I stop her. I am enjoying the feel of her against me, how she is burning with need. Allowed to melt into that delightful little slut she has to keep tucked away. Eager to be taken. Claimed.
And I want the world to see what a wonderful creature she is.
I don't give her a chance to wonder why I'm not just taking her on the counter. I carefully (or as careful as any man splitting his attention between a naked woman, a hungry kiss, and navigating a room blind) make my way to the window. She gasps the cold glass touches her back. I spin her and for a moment she looks at the distant lights twinkling across the bay. Then she groans as I wind my hand into her hair, taking a fist full and pushing her into the glass. Pressing myself into her. The glass fogging as out heat drives away the cold. My free hand reaches down to guide me into her, then painfully smacks into window as I drive forward. My need has a new outlet and I do not take my time. Each thrust threatens the thick windows as I force us together.
Growling out pleasure as I explain just how perfect she is for this. The whispered suggest that someone might actually see us brings a particularly large spasm. I go on, About how I don't care. Let them watch I say. Let them see and be jealous of my wonderful little whore. An instrument of pure pleasure. So obedient. So sweet. So eager. So welcoming. So ready. So frantic. So naughty.
Yanking back on her hair I stare into desperate, questioning eyes. Snarling a smile I give her what she wants. Her favorite command before covering her screaming finish with my mouth.
Drowning it in a needy kiss.
