Demand me, now

Kissing and grinding scene.

The second he kissed her, all the thoughts melted away.

His soft, pleasurable lips pressed firmly on hers. His hands grabbing her shoulders, holding her in place. The second he kissed, every sound around her was gone.

For a short moment he stopped. He looked at her, his eyes darkened by desire and she could see in them what exactly he wanted with her. Roughly, in a split second, he shoved her against a wall. His rough hands grabbed her hips. His fingers stabbing her delicate flesh through her t-shirt. His lips, once soft, kissed her without mercy. His tongue shoved her lips apart and tasted her mouth. The hotness and the scent of him was sending her over the edge. It gave her erotic thoughts. How would he take her if they were in bed? Would he be passionate and soft like in the beginning, or would he throw her on a bed and demand her. Moans and gasps escaped from her throat, over and over again. His tongue licking hers. His taste mixing with hers.

She was smothered between a wall and his chest. Her soft breast against his hardness. Her n****e, begging for his mouth, were pressed tightly against him. His erection On her belly.

His one hand under her t-shirt, firmly caressing her flamed skin, squeezing her flesh. The other hand still on her hips holding her in place, locked between the wall and his, now hard throbbing erection. She wanted him inside, wanted him pumping in and out of her, making her scream his name out. Her right leg went around his and he understood the sign. He grabbed her tightly and lifted her so her crotch crashed against his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and shoved him closer to her. His erection now pressed firmly against her wet sex. Grabbing her butt with both hands, he started to grind over her, first slowly. But when she started to moan and kissing him deeper, he grind harder and faster. His hard c**k rubbing her wet sex. Her panties now soaked with the need of him inside her. Her c**t hurt from the thought of him licking it. She wanted him to play with her, to lick her and touch her. She wanted his tongue, his finger, his c**k. She wanted to be greedy with him. She knew that he knew what she wanted. She knew he was torturing her.

He was using his tongue as if it was his c**k, pulling it in and out of her mouth, making her loose her head. Her mind, not longer working properly, could only image his big hard body over her; his hard c**k sliding in and out of her wetness; his lips, his tongue, his teeth on her n*****s.

Would he ever use his c**k?

Author's Note

My first love scene... All comments appreciated

Reviews

[Vouren]

I read over your story and before I critique it I would like to say that it does what it was probably intended to do.
Now on to the critique. The number of time you repeat the words his, or her is distracting to the story. Consider changing the sentences around, or using different words to reduce that.
I would gladly read it again if you fixed it up and wanted another review. It was very much enjoyed.