It Must Be Lust

The sultry summer air hung heavy with anticipation as the video “It Must Be Lust” began to unfold. A young woman, her skin tanned and glistening in the sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, lay sprawled across the bed, her naked body a canvas of desire. She was petite, her pert breasts small and perfect, her flat stomach leading down to the smooth, hairless mound below.

Her blue eyes fluttered open and locked gaze with the camera, a coy, inviting smile playing at the corners of her pink lips. She stretched languidly, her back arching, breasts thrust forward, the movement causing her nipples to stiffen. “Come here, big boy,” she purred, crooking a finger. “I can see you’re already hard for me.”

Crawling towards her on hands and knees, I savored the sight of her lithe form, feeling my own arousal grow. She reached forward, stroking me through my pants, her touch electric even through the fabric. “Mmm,” she hummed. “Eager little thing, aren’t we?”

With deft fingers, she unzipped me, freeing my eager member. She wrapped her small hands around my shaft, stroking it with just the right amount of pressure. “Oh my,” she giggled, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “What have we here? A big, throbbing cock, just begging for attention.”

She leaned forward, planting feather-light kisses along the underside of my member, making me groan with need. Then, suddenly, she took me into her mouth, wet heat enveloping me as she begin to suck. Her head bobbed up and down, cheeks hollowing as she worked my length with lips and tongue, bringing me quickly to the brink.

But it was too soon. I wanted more. Needed to taste her. With some difficulty, I pulled away from her ministrations, laying her back on the bed. She looked up at me questioningly, a sheen of saliva still glistening on her lips. I pushed her thighs apart, revealing her slick pink folds, the proof of her own arousal evident on her skin.

Laying down between her legs, I ran a finger through her wetness, earning a gasp. Then, without preamble, I buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her most intimate place. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, sweet and tangy, and I groaned in approval. I licked and sucked, probing her with my tongue, reveling in the sounds of her pleasure.

Her hands came down to grip my hair, nails digging into my scalp as I pleasured her. “Yes,” she hissed. “Just like that. Ah, you’re going to make me come. Please, don’t stop.”

I redoubled my efforts, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips began to buck, pressing herself more fully against my mouth, and then, with a keening cry, she came undone. Her walls clenched and fluttered around my tongue as her orgasm crashed over her, her juices flooding my mouth.

Before she had a chance to recover, I was on top of her, my cock pressing insistently at her entrance. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you come.”

With one smooth thrust, I sheathed myself fully within her, capturing her gasp with my mouth in a searing kiss. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass as I began to move. Our bodies slipped and slid against one another, slick with sweat and arousal, finding a rhythm as old as time.

She broke the kiss, arching her back, driving me deeper. “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder.” And so I did, pounding into her relentlessly, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room. The sight of her beneath me, lost in ecstasy, was almost too much to bear.

But I held on, determined to make this last. I reached between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, rubbing in time with my thrusts. Her eyes flew open, locking with mine. “I’m going to come again,” she gasped. “You’re going to make me come on your cock.”

With a few more well-aimed strokes, she tightened around me, crying out as another orgasm ripped through her. The sensation of her pulsing walls was too much, and with a groan, I followed her over the edge, my own release spurting deep inside her.

We collapsed together, chests heaving, as the aftershocks gradually subsided. She nestled against me, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “That was incredible,” she murmured. “You’re amazing.”

I kissed her forehead, smoothing damp hair back from her face. “You’re the amazing one,” I replied. “That was quite an experience.”

She grinned up at me, mischief dancing in her eyes. “You think that was good?” she asked. “Wait until you see what else I have in store.” And with that promise, she sat up, a new gleam of desire already in her eyes.