[HOUSE] Her Personal Fantasy
Her Personal Fantasy
House/Cameron, NC-17, 801 words, "Informed Consent"
I want to make you scream my name.
“Name one guilty pleasure you never told anyone about.”
Allison groaned and covered her face with her hands. Then peeked through her fingers. “I love art. I’m terrible at anything artistic and can’t draw a thing but I love art. I have a box of crayons at home; when I’m stressed I color.”
House drew back from her in surprise. “I never knew you did that.”
She tipped the side of her lips up in a half smile. “Of course not, you don’t know me.”
Her remark seemed to throw him off guard and she caught an almost guilty expression. Then he seemed to recover and forged on. “One thing you hate, if that is even at all possible for you.”
“Jello shots, remember?”
His lips twitched in the need to smile. “Sexual fantasy?”
In one swift motion, she straddled him. She arched her back, her breasts thrust forward, crowned by rosy nipples. She held him within her hand, teasing the tip of his rock-hard sex. Brown waves fell down around her shoulders, and she gave a low laugh, her eyes full of secrets and passion.
“This is my fantasy. What I’m about to do right now. I want to take you in my mouth and make you scream my name.” Her voiced dropped to a husky purr.
He swore under his breath and clawed for control. His cock throbbed against the soft skin of her fingers as she continued teasing him, running her thumb over the turgid flesh. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she lowered her head, and her tongue licked at his nipples. They hardened into little points and she used her teeth to gently pull. His low moan urged her on as she moved lower.
Her hands cupped his hips as she settled over his hard length, and then knelt between his legs.
Her warm breath struck him first, and she opened her lips to take him in the slick, satin depths of her mouth. She teased him mercilessly, never taking in his fullness. Her tongue swirled around the tip, gathering the drops of moisture that spilled, then moved up and down the ridged underside as if he was a sweet lollipop she had discovered and decided to suck slowly.
Just as he was about to go mad and force her to take him completely, her hand cupped his balls and her lips opened wide to plunge him to the back of her throat.
He cursed.
The pleasure was too intense. Her tongue swirled around him as her mouth held him tightly, moving in and out with a steady pace that tested his control. Her name spilled from his lips in a chant, and her suction grew even harder, luring him over the edge. Allison made hungry sounds in the back of her throat, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, and his pulsing, pounding cock throbbed within her wet mouth, the pressure building to a screaming point until he exploded in a sharp burst. He dimly realized that the shouting he heard was his own.
Her hair formed a silken curtain that swung back and forth over his thighs. He reached for her, his lips moving over hers and savored the taste of strawberries, the sting of vanilla, and the arousal of her hunger. Her tongue slipped inward, touching the tip of his tongue in a teasing caress, than drank deeply of him. When she finally raised her head, she couldn’t hide her delight.
“That Greg was my secret fantasy. Works even without the Jello shots, though we can keep the wild sex part.”
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House/Cameron, NC-17, 801 words, "Informed Consent"
I want to make you scream my name.
“Name one guilty pleasure you never told anyone about.”
Allison groaned and covered her face with her hands. Then peeked through her fingers. “I love art. I’m terrible at anything artistic and can’t draw a thing but I love art. I have a box of crayons at home; when I’m stressed I color.”
House drew back from her in surprise. “I never knew you did that.”
She tipped the side of her lips up in a half smile. “Of course not, you don’t know me.”
Her remark seemed to throw him off guard and she caught an almost guilty expression. Then he seemed to recover and forged on. “One thing you hate, if that is even at all possible for you.”
“Jello shots, remember?”
His lips twitched in the need to smile. “Sexual fantasy?”
In one swift motion, she straddled him. She arched her back, her breasts thrust forward, crowned by rosy nipples. She held him within her hand, teasing the tip of his rock-hard sex. Brown waves fell down around her shoulders, and she gave a low laugh, her eyes full of secrets and passion.
“This is my fantasy. What I’m about to do right now. I want to take you in my mouth and make you scream my name.” Her voiced dropped to a husky purr.
He swore under his breath and clawed for control. His cock throbbed against the soft skin of her fingers as she continued teasing him, running her thumb over the turgid flesh. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she lowered her head, and her tongue licked at his nipples. They hardened into little points and she used her teeth to gently pull. His low moan urged her on as she moved lower.
Her hands cupped his hips as she settled over his hard length, and then knelt between his legs.
Her warm breath struck him first, and she opened her lips to take him in the slick, satin depths of her mouth. She teased him mercilessly, never taking in his fullness. Her tongue swirled around the tip, gathering the drops of moisture that spilled, then moved up and down the ridged underside as if he was a sweet lollipop she had discovered and decided to suck slowly.
Just as he was about to go mad and force her to take him completely, her hand cupped his balls and her lips opened wide to plunge him to the back of her throat.
He cursed.
The pleasure was too intense. Her tongue swirled around him as her mouth held him tightly, moving in and out with a steady pace that tested his control. Her name spilled from his lips in a chant, and her suction grew even harder, luring him over the edge. Allison made hungry sounds in the back of her throat, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, and his pulsing, pounding cock throbbed within her wet mouth, the pressure building to a screaming point until he exploded in a sharp burst. He dimly realized that the shouting he heard was his own.
Her hair formed a silken curtain that swung back and forth over his thighs. He reached for her, his lips moving over hers and savored the taste of strawberries, the sting of vanilla, and the arousal of her hunger. Her tongue slipped inward, touching the tip of his tongue in a teasing caress, than drank deeply of him. When she finally raised her head, she couldn’t hide her delight.
“That Greg was my secret fantasy. Works even without the Jello shots, though we can keep the wild sex part.”
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