But instead, Simon gripped a handful of her thick, auburn curls as he broke away from the kiss.
For a moment, he watched her wither in the darkness. Her jaw slacked and her eyes glazed, just yearning for more than he could do there and then.
Simon drew himself closer and closed his eyes, licking his lips a little as he lingered over her. Teresa shivered in anticipation, wanting to be touched already.
A grin grew across Simon's lips as he watched her, and just when it seemed like the teasing was going to go on, Simon came close and pressed a kiss on her neck. Goosebumps trailed up her spine as she felt his soft, moist lips decorate her; she had to cross her legs to keep still.
Slowly, Simon pressed a hand between her legs and pushed the fabric of her skirt upwards as he pressed his palm against her groin, giving into her—but only for a while.
"I-I…can't" Teresa pleaded. “I can't wait anymore."
Simon drew his lips away from her neck and gazed into her eyes. He knew it—she wanted him already. And from the glare the cabbie was giving them, he wanted them gone before they stained his seats.
"You gotta wait, baby," Simon spoke, somewhat softly as he pressed his hand even harder now; his fingers curled, scratching almost as he felt the bristles of hair beneath two layers of fabric.
Teresa surrendered herself to his touch. Her breaths began to deepen as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations. It was hardly anything to get off to, but it was enough to get her going.
"We're here."
The cab stopped and Simon paid the fare. He lived on the second floor of a run-down duplex along the outskirts of the city. The apartment reeked of age.
Teresa got the sense that this was somewhere he had grown up. There were books and old photographs on the walls covered with a small layer of dust. Save for a cat, he seemed to be the only one living there.
"Been here long?" Teresa asked, looking now at what appeared to have been an old family portrait of him and his parents.
"Long enough," Simon replied as he approached her, turning her away from the photographs as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
Teresa's lips trembled. She had come this far and she had wanted this, but the thought of Marcus crept into her mind and paralyzed her for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Simon slipped his hand underneath her skirt.
The tips of his fingers pressed against the fabric of her panties, instantly finding the nub that sent sweet tremors down her legs.
Teresa took a deep breath and Simon went for it: he leaned in close again, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her passionately. Her hungry mouth opened up to him and it wasn't long before their tongues were entwined; curling, slipping about each other. His fingers continued to rub her off, just perfectly hitting her clit.
He could feel it. She was wet.
Simon pulled her panties to the side, exposing her slightly as he began to work on her clit. His rugged hands started with up and down strokes, working her like a paint brush as he got her into a groove before slowing down the pace with slow, excruciating circles over the delicate nub.
"Take me. Now!" Teresa commanded.
Simon led Teresa to his bedroom and pushed her down on the mattress on the floor. He kept the lights off as the light from the window was more than enough.
Slipping off his shirt, Simon followed Teresa to the bed and mounted her. Teresa locked her legs around his waist and received him. They locked lips again, caught in another hungry kiss as Teresa began to fumble with the buckle of his belt.
She unzipped his jeans and exposed his long, throbbing shaft. The head was dripping, making it easier for Teresa as she began to stroke him off. Simon leaned back a little and savored the sensations as he reached up her skirt once more and penetrated her tight cunt with two fingers.
Wrapping his arms around her now, Simon motioned Teresa beneath him as he dropped his lips down to her neck. His fingers continued to invade her, thrusting her with slow, precise strokes that got deeper with every push. The sensations were all too much for Teresa that she let go of his cock and lay back, losing herself in the rush of pleasure.
Simon gave her a moment before slipping out his fingers to pull off her skirt and panties in one quick motion. With her cunt now exposed to him, Simon held her by the waist as he stuck his head between her legs.
The tuft of jet-black hair around her pussy was soaked in her sweet juices that enticed Simon's taste buds. Teresa saw him lick his lips. She knew what was coming.
He opened his mouth and licked her inner thigh, kissing the spot as his fingers danced circles over her clit. He didn't touch her directly; he just wanted her to know that he was there. His tongue trailed over to her slit and gave her a lick. He wanted her to beg for it.
"Please."
Simon continued to tease her with his tongue, lashing away at her steaming cunt but barely touching her clit at all. He wrapped his hand behind her back and held her up for him as he slipped his tongue into her pussy, fucking her now.
Teresa rolled her eyes and let out another moan as she reached for the back of his head, instinctively trying to direct him to her clit that was in so much need of attention.
Simon continued to invade her with his tongue, tickling the roof where her most sensitive spot began to pulsate. Teresa arched her back, her toes curled, her muscles clenched as his tongue tormented her.
"Please," Teresa moaned again.
Simon withdrew his tongue from her cunt and zeroed in on her clit. He took the swollen nub into his mouth as he began to suck her off, giving into her desires now. Inside his mouth, his tongue continued to work circles around her clit; flicking and teasing Teresa as she felt her orgasm start to build.
Her hips buckled as the wave started to rush out of her. Sensing this, Simon withdrew his lips from her clit and eased it off with gentle strokes from his thumb. The sensations subsided and Teresa lay there, twitching.
Simon gave himself a moment and slipped off his jeans. He returned to the bed, stroking his stiff, moistened cock in his hand. Teresa knew what was coming, but she wanted to give him a little more before he let himself inside.
Teresa pushed herself upwards and kissed Simon, grabbing the back of his neck now as she inched her body closer to him. She waved his hand off his throbbing member and took it into her hands, slowly stroking him. She lowered her head and ran her tongue around his large head, savoring the taste of him as she gazed into his eyes.
Simon titled his head back and with her mouth open, Teresa received him. She sucked on the head as she stroked his shaft, slowly getting deeper now as he grabbed a handful of hair and thrust his throbbing member into her mouth.
Teresa loved it; how her body longed for attention like this! She sucked his cock with careless abandon, unleashing months of pent up lust upon his strong, ebony being.
Simon allowed himself to enjoy the sensations before pushing Teresa away. He didn't want to cum yet. She still had her hand wrapped around his cock. She looked up at him and kissed him again.
They shared a passionate kiss again as Simon forcefully grabbed her by the hips and shoved his cock into her cunt.
Teresa broke away from the kiss and Simon watched her eyes break open from the sudden impalement. He started off slow with deep, precise thrusts that just shook her to the core.
Simon held her down by the hips as he continued to thrust into her; his arm coiled around her body as he held a handful of her hair, holding her away as he watched her face change expressions. He liked what he was doing to her. He liked that she was enjoying it, and it only made him want to fuck her even harder.
Teresa was lost in all the sensations as Simon's thick, hard cock pounded into her. She clung to his body for dear life, feeling like she was going to fall apart at any moment if she didn't have anything to hold to.
Their moans came together in a chorus of pleasure and lust; their bodies bumping and grinding, with sweat coating their bodies so tha
t it filled the room with the thick scent of sex.
Simon pulled Teresa down onto the bed and placed her legs on his shoulders as he rocked his hips, penetrating her even deeper now.
"Oh my god!" Teresa broke, her fingers clutching the sheets.
It was all so overwhelming. His smooth, stiff cock just hit all the right areas. It was at the right angle that it rubbed her spot with every thrust, which alone was enough to trigger shots of pleasure to her clit.
Simon picked up the pace, fucking her even harder and deeper now that Teresa knew that she was going to lose it at any moment. Sensing this, Simon decided to take her over the edge, pounding his pulsating manhood into her swollen crevice harder now, as the sensations took her so far over the edge that every muscle in her body clenched together in a tight explosion that sent shockwaves through her.
Simon continued to ride her as her orgasm subsided. He pulled his cock out of her and began to stroke himself off before her. Taking a cue, Teresa took his cock again and stroked him off to orgasm, watching the expression on his face change as four tremendous spurts broke from the tip of his cock, spraying his creamy seed all over her hand.
She loved the power she finally had over him during those final moments. She didn't want to think about it, but she knew. She wanted more.
*****
It was a quarter past four in the morning when Marcus finally came home.
Teresa was curled up in bed. Being in a long-term relationship with a billionaire had its advantages, such as living in one of the finest high-rises in the city. They moved into Greenbelt Heights a little over a year prior. Teresa fell in love with the view, which inspired Marcus to make it the focal point of their bedroom.
She still had Simon in her head, her body still feeling the sensations of the way they touched earlier that evening. The arrival of Marcus, while welcome, made her feel even more detached than she did when he canceled their plans.
"Hey," Marcus said as he slipped off his shirt. "Still awake?"
"Yes."
He curled into bed next to her and wrapped his arm around her body to pull her close. "I'm sorry about tonight."
"It's fine. I'm used to it."
"Please," Marcus kissed the bare spot on her. "Let me make it up to you."
"There's nothing to make up for," Teresa said, turning to Marcus. "Our anniversary has come and gone. You were busy. It's all right."
"It isn't to me," Marcus said.
Teresa felt for Marcus. Even with all the work and the success, he never forgot her. He still looked at her with the same, loving gaze he had when they had started dating. It was a hard time.
She was the one with a steady job and supported him, and through all that, Marcus vowed to make it up to her. And he did, but with all that love, it just felt like he didn't want her as much as he used to.
And in the moments when she needed him most, he was hardly ever around.
Teresa smiled at Marcus softly and gave him a kiss on the lips. There was still the thought of Simon, haunting her from the back of her mind. But if Marcus could give a little affection right then, she had no problems compartmentalizing the thought of Simon.
She could feel it. She could feel herself starting to want him again.
Marcus kissed her. He wrapped an arm around her to support her as he opened his lips a little more, biting into her lip as he felt her leg lock around his trunk. He pushed himself higher up the mattress now as their kisses intensified, lips locked, tongues intertwined in an intimate dance.
Teresa opened the blankets and pulled him even closer to her bare body. In turn, Marcus gently cupped his hand beneath her breast, giving it a squeeze as she moaned into his mouth.
He drew his fingers upwards and gave attention to her nipple. He started off with light flicks, drawing the most out of the smallest touches to really get her juices going.
Marcus was familiar with her body. Four years was a long time to learn and understand what another person wanted; what it took to take another person from passing sensations to the arms of raw, untamable lust. Even though he knew how to fuck her the way she wanted, sex with Marcus was never routine.
Marcus pulled his lips away from her and trailed kisses down her chin, to her neck—how Teresa savored the sensations from neck kisses—and down to her chest to pay attention to her other breast.
His tongue mimicked the same pattern as his fingers; slow strokes around the nipple, slowly scratching upwards until he took the whole nipple for a squeeze.
His index and middle finger were working on her left nipple as his tongue worked on the right. It was an overload of sensations that left Teresa pressing her groin against his body, grinding on him.
Marcus bit into her nipple and used his lips to tug the sensitive nub. He released his mouth for a moment, only to return as he took her whole breast into her mouth for a mighty suck.
Teresa's grinding intensified. The itch between her legs swelled into a passionate burn that left her hungry for relief. She couldn't take it anymore. Within moments, Teresa had her fingers drawn down to her cunt as she rubbed herself off.
"That's it," Teresa broke, biting her lips.
Marcus lowered his hand, pushing Teresa's away as he began to work on her clit himself. He pressed deep on the skin around her button, tormenting her slow circles. Slowly, he reached upwards, drawing the circles right over her hood—just playing her the way she wanted.
Teresa closed her eyes and held him as tight as she could, losing herself in the touch of the man who really knew how to give her what she wanted.
For Marcus, though, it had been a long day in the office and more than release, he wanted to make things up to her the only way he knew he really could.
Quickly, he turned Teresa on her belly and propped her on all fours. She was soaked; her juices dripped down the tuft of hair around her swollen sex. Marcus missed the taste of her and with his tongue out, he gave her pussy a lick.
He buried his face right into her sex as he worked on her clit. His tongue continued where his fingers had been, pushing against the hood of her clit as he licked her with up and down strokes
And as he did that, he slipped two fingers into her pussy. He finger fucked her at an angle, feeling her moist walls clench as he slipped them in and out, in and out.
"Baby," Teresa moaned. "Fuck me."
Marcus slipped his fingers off her and not a moment later, he penetrated her with his hard, throbbing cock. He gripped his hands into her hips, holding her down as his hips thrust into her with a steady rhythm.
"Harder."
Marcus gave her a smack on the ass and pulled the back of her hair, really riling her up now as her hips thrust against his. He reached one hand around her waist and found her clit, working it again now as he fucked her.
It was all too much; Teresa couldn't hold on any longer. Sensing this, Marcus eased himself back into a sitting position, getting Teresa right on top of him as his fingers continued to play with her clit.
Teresa began to ride him, just loving the feeling of being fucked from that position, so much that she started to fuck him even harder.
"Oh, baby," Marcus moaned, pulling her hair back as he bit into her neck.
Teresa locked her legs around his to steady herself as she found herself slowly losing control of her body. Lust and passion invaded her and Marcus' cock became her primary tool of pleasure, riding him as hard as she could as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm.
Marcus raised his legs a little, lifting them both off the mattress as he took her into the air.
"Ugh," Teresa bit her lip. "That's it, baby! Harder!"
He pulled her hair tighter, forcing her back against his chest as he picked up the pace, racing his hips now as he fucked her intensely. Teresa's jaw slacked open, her eyes raised to nearly white as every muscle in her body clenched.
Marcus let out a long moan, feeling his own orgasm on the brink.
"I'm cumming!" Teresa cried out, feeling the weight of all the swee
t sensations ripping through her body as she held onto Marcus for dear life.
Marcus closed his eyes and let out another moan; longer and deeper this time. His hips picked up the pace, rocking his body along Teresa's as he felt his load race up his cock. He exploded into her with a mighty spurt, feeling himself unload inside her.
Their bodies continued to bump and grind for a moment. Teresa and Marcus were completely lost in the sensations as it started to subside.
Instinctively, they fell into the mattress with Teresa cuddling up into Marcus' arms.
He kissed her on the forehead, and not long after, Teresa heard him snore. He was fast asleep and completely satisfied. And so was she, but even then, she couldn't shake off the notion that she just wanted more.
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