Softly Slammed

He softly slammed her against the wall, her arms pinned above her head with his left hand. She struggled little, only wanting his lips on hers, stretching her neck forward to make contact. He obliged, only to be force ably consumed by her parted lips. She devoured his tongue as his pressure on her wrist increased. Their hearts pounding together, chest pressed against each other. His right hand found its way up under her skirt, moving her panties aside to sample her wetness. His fingers finding that sweet pearl, sliding lower and up into her easily. He brought his fingers up to her mouth, she readily inhaled her own scent as the both shared her essence.

His hand still holding her against the wall, he unbuttons her shirt, revealing her heaving chest, still trapped in her bra. He pulls it down freeing both breast, his head moving down her neck. His mouth finds her breast, enveloping her. She moans with pleasure, the pressure gone from her wrist, she puts both hands on the back of his head savoring the sensations. His one hand on one breast, mouth on the other, tongue teasing her nipple to hardness. His remaining hand finds it way back to her waist, skirt still around her hips, he slides her thong off.

Her breath quickens with his fingers deftly rubbing her clit, she starts grinding back against his hand. He begins sliding two fingers into her, she welcomes them, spreading her thighs a bit wider, accepting. In and out, he kneels completly before her adding his tongue, pressing, circling her clit. The climax rocks her, her legs shake trying to hold herself up. She pulls him up to her waiting mouth, his cock now pressed against her wetness. She says "I want to be fucked, now."

He turns her around, her hands on the wall, ass pushed out, waiting. He guides himself into her, she takes him easily, as a soft purr escapes her lips. She begs him, "please fuck me". His thrust become deeper, harder. She has to brace herself against the wall. "Yes, fuck me" she cries. His hands full of her hair, he continues slamming into her. Their pace quickens, her cries get louder, more demanding. She pushes back at him, impaling herself as another orgasm shakes her.

His hands tangled in her hair, his thrusting still as intense. She looks over her shoulder at him, "you know you want to cum in me" she says slyly. "Oh yes, fuck me". With a final push, he nails her to the wall, lifting her off her feet, his orgasm overtaking him. "Fuck yes" he gasp, filling her deepest reaches.

A coy smile crosses her face, she always knows what he wants.