Send Us Your Smut - Winter by Brian Hespeler
Here's a great one for the weather we're having right now.
Winter - by Brian Hespeler
It’s night. It’s winter. It's cold.
Your cheeks are so red.
I grab your shoulder and back you into me. I can feel your pulse. I start to barely kiss your neck. This time I pull my arm across the top of your breasts and down your right side. I get down to your hip but stop.
My glove.
"Bite," I say when my fingers get to your lips. You can feel the burst of heat from my hand near your cold skin.
I linger a moment with a finger dancing on your lower lip. At your beltline I sneak my hand under your coat and place it flat against you. With my mouth I find that spot behind your ear. My hand moves inches in from your hip.
We need to get home.
On the second flight of stairs, I see you pulling your sweater up over your head. I take the steps two at a time just to see you shed your shirt, revealing the flushed red skin of your chest.
“Lose the pants”
I step forward and kneel. The windows are frosted hard and looking at them makes you shiver as my hand slides up to your knee pit and lifts your leg.
Off your boot comes and I go to put your leg down. Instead, I lift your leg over my shoulder and pull your bottom half closer and push your top half away. With a cry you fall into the wall and arch your back against it to keep from falling further.
You tuck your chin to see what the hell just happened. First you see a hand snaking up your side to your armpit and across your breasts, peeling back your bra to expose a hardened nipple.
My hand slides across your mouth. You try and bite but it’s too quick. Fingers now in your mouth they now trail across your engorged lips and down to your nipple.
It is then that my other hand comes into focus, on the other side of your ass, with a firm grip on the waistband of your panties.
My eyes stare up at you.
I greedily jerk them down below your ass from behind. You can feel my frantic breaths.
I must taste you.
I run my fingers down the crease of your thigh, flicking the seam of your panties. At the bottom I peal them across, revealing you to me. My head drops below you and I lift it back up with my tongue out but I just strafe your pussy.
“Take your tits out and play with them.”
You do. Satisfied, I bury myself into you. With a broad stroke up I expose your clit and my nose presses against it as I harden my tongue and push it inside you.
Finally, finally our mouths are on each other, with abandon. I grab your ass and walk you backwards. The edge of the bed hits your calves. You pull your tongue out of my mouth and onto my neck. As you are about to teeter over backwards you find my ear and snake your tongue in it, stopping me in my tracks.
You realize that there is a grave mismatch in undress between us.
Down comes the fly and the jeans are below my hips. You barely take a moment to view my cock before it’s in your mouth. As I pull off my socks I hear a noise implying that you’ve forced me deep into your mouth. There you are, enthusiastically sucking my dick as you sit on the bed. Lower—your tits, pert, and your soft legs. But I can’t see your pussy. I pull your head off my cock and reach down and spread your legs. You lean back to give me a better view.
“Turn over”. You do.
You feel my hands along your calves. They slide up your legs to the sides of your ass. I shift behind you and you can feel me so very close to your pussy. You move back forcefully to prevent the kind of bullshit teasing I’m known for.
You’re used to me licking up, starting at the hollow, tracing your lips and up to your clit. Now I’m licking down, flicking your clit before pressing back up and in, deep into you. I’ll pull my tongue out of you and instinctively lick up, getting some stray passes at your asshole before working back down. With my face buried into you I push down on your back to rotate you towards me. Up and down I rock your pussy against my tongue. I flip onto my back underneath you and you sit up straighter. Now you’re grinding hard, looking down at my eyes, closed.
You start bouncing up off your knees, fucking my face.
You grab my hair with your hands and fuck hard. I try and make eye contact but soon you stroke across my entire face in your craven state. You cum on my face.
You fall forward off me. As you heart rate slows and your breathing settles you notice that my breath is somehow becoming even more ragged and forced and you’re pulled back roughly.
I’m inside you.
I lose myself in you. You adjust your knees further apart to open yourself up completely. You reach behind, grabbing my pubic hair hard to make sure I go as deep as humanly possible. My strokes get frantic.
“I want to taste it,” you moan.
I spin you around. With a snarl, I finish in your mouth. Still growling, I watch as you pull your mouth off me and open it to show me your mouth full of my cum before tucking it away. My knees buckle and I collapse into you, utterly satisfied.
We fall asleep. Your head on my chest, my arms holding you fast, our legs intertwined and our used, spent bodies fitting perfectly together slowly coming down from their highs, resting against each other as they should be, always.