MarshallWalker

"You know I do," he murmured, reciprocating her kiss hungrily. Every fibre of her being seemed to be directing his impulses now. Scent, words, touch, he couldn't help himself. He put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back down onto the bed, then rolling her onto her belly. He put his hands under her hips and lifted them up, leaving her face down, ass up. He meant to slip inside her quickly, but the heat of her pussy made him gasp. He slowed his entry to savour the feeling. "Every time I slip inside you, I remember just how fucking good it feels." He ran a hand down her back, through her hair then smiled as he took hold of her hips and started thrusting, slowly but firmly. "God Gigi, you feel so fucking good.

It took a moment for Grant to realize that Giselle was squirting. He pulled out quickly and watched her legs quiver as her insides sprayed him with a surprising amount of fluid. At first he was shocked but he looked in the eye with pure delight. "Holy shit." He couldn't help himself. He ran his fingers over her damp lips and licked her juices off of them. He flinched in surprise. "It's sweet." He favoured her with an open mouthed grin before sucking the rest of his fingers. "That was exciting," he murmured as he stroked her lips and clit slowly.

Her kiss, her moans, her words, all seeming to steal his will. He needed more in that moment. "Yesssss," he whispered. "I love it." With his firm hands already on her, he rolled her onto her back without separating, kissed her roughly and started plowing into her hard. He panted and snarled as he rammed her, his eyes locked onto hers. "You make me so fucking hard, Gigi." He kissed her again before raised his chest, lifting her hips and thrusting into her with his back, pulling her body towards his cock with every thrust.

"Oh yes. I love how slutty I make you, Gigi," Grant teased as he admired how aroused she was. The rolling of her hips drove those tender, plump breasts further into his firm grip. He gave them one last squeeze before sliding his hands around to her rear, squeezing her glutes together when she descended and gently guiding her up with every rise. "Mmm! Tell me how much you love it." He threw his head back, losing himself to the pleasure, finding he could only convey the most base of his instincts and emotions the more she rode him. Lust was slowly taking control of his words and actions.

Every slight change in Gigi's technique made Grant's cock twitch with pleasure, matched with shameless moans and grunts. Whatever fantasies he'd conjured in his head about her skills at giving head paled in comparison to the real thing. "Mmm... I really look forward to getting to know you better," he teased. When she climbed on top of him, he gave her an open mouthed smile. "I like seeing you take charge." When she slid down on his cock, all he could think about was the heat. Then the pressure. Then how wet she was. "Oh fuck, I've missed you Gigi." His hands slid up her belly, then he sensually began massaging and squeezing her breasts. Her hips rising and falling on his swollen manhood sent ripples of pleasure through his body, blooms of heat with each pump.

Grant gave her a puzzled look but before he knew it, her mouth was on him. "Oh fuck," he stammered, breathing deeply as she played with him. His fingers found their way into her hair, massaging her scalp as his fingers glided among her silky smooth locks. When she licked the tip of his cock, his hips bucked and he let off a stiffled gasp. "Oh yessss." It was all coming back to him. The possibilities with this woman seemed endless. For a moment, his mind flooded with fantasies that he hoped to realize. "Keep going..."

When he landed on the bed, he gave her a broad grin. "I have a thing for women who know what they want and aren't ashamed to admit it." As she straddled him, his hands from her rear, squeezing the soft curves with generous firmness before drifting down to her thighs. "Gigi, you have a body that looks like it was made for fucking." He then took his cock in his hands and started rubbing it against her lips lightly as she hovered above him. "Take all the time you like Gigi. I'm yours tonight," he murmured, biting his lip as he gazed at her adoringly.

He hissed as she touched his throbbing manhood, only to shiver as she ran her hand up his chest. "Everything about your turns me on. Your curves, your scent, your voice." He ran his hand down her belly and over the lips of her sex. He put one finger between her lips. "Mmm... So wet already." His eyes met hers, half hooded as his lips curled into a devilish smile. "Tell me how you want me tonight, Gigi," he whispered in her ear before biting it playfully.

Grant followed her lead, standing up next to her and hastily unbuttoning his shirt. He unbuckled his pants, sliding them off with his socks and boxers. His cock sprang free excitedly. He stood to face her as he watched her undress, giving himself a few slow, firm strokes. "Look how hard you have me already," Grant teased, biting his lip. "I've missed your perfect figure and dark skin." He lick his lips in anticipation.

Grant shivered at her kiss on his cheek. He ached for more. Running his thumb over her lips to make her tingle, he moved in and kissed her feverishly. He ran his hands up her back to try to unclasp her top. His tongue slipped between her lips as he recalled how she tasted, moaning into her mouth and he finally managed to pull your top off, one hand gently caressing a freed breast as his fingertips danced on her nipple.

He met her warm smile with a mischievous one, sliding a hand between her thighs. "Oh we could go much longer if you like." But his expression softened. "In all seriousness, if you want to pick this up again, yes. I'm definitely interested in seeing where this goes and not abruptly dropping off the face of the Earth without warning." He put his hand around hers. "Is that what you had in mind?"

Nervously, Grant shuffled slightly away from her but just a bit. He made himself look at her but couldn't manage it. "I mean, it kinda is. It's a cascading problem. Like, I couldn't face the shame of what I did and it made me just want to hide, despite the good thing we seemed to have." Grant breathed in and caught a whiff of her perfume which made him bite his lip, growing slightly aroused. He chuckled a moment then looked at her. "I'm realizing I've been really dumb over something I probably should have just talked to you about, right?" He ran his hand over his face and looked pensive. "I'm sorry, Giselle. I feel like I did a dumb."

"Embarrassed." Grant watched her nervously and stiffly. Then realized he'd been asked to get her water. He grabbed two glasses, filling one, then draining it immediately. He then refilled both and brought one over to Giselle. He sat on the edge of the bed facing her, looking down between his thighs a moment. "There's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it." He took a deep breath and then blurted "I'm so ashamed of myself that I took advantage of you while you slept. It made me just want to bury my head in the sand and never talk to you again because I couldn't believe I'd done such a horrible thing." He took another deep breath and then felt himself relax. He rolled his shoulders and drained his glass of water again. Finally, he met her eyes. "So, there it is."

With the apartments so close to club, it was only a short 10 minute walk in the cool winter breeze back to his apartment. Awkward small talk was made but silence occupied their time. Grant opened the door and ushered Gisele inside. His apartment was a modest studio. The queen murphy bed occupied a large portion of the room. At the opposite end was a plain couch. In the corner was his desk with three moniotrs Aside from the rack of dry dishes next to the sink and a laundry hamper in the corner filled with dirty clothes, Grant's apartment was fastidiously clean and tidy. "Can I take your coat? Would you like something to drink? Or eat?" The home ground advantage was not working. He was as nervous as ever.

Grant bit his lip and pondered a moment. He could see she was thinking a lot more rationally in this moment than he was. He needed someplace he felt more at ease. As he worked his way through his thought processes, an idea came to him. One that spread a devious smile across his lips. "How about my place?"