The date to remember

The date was amazing Michael knows exactly what to do and say as if his body head a mind of its own once the meal was done the two head their way outside. The valet handed Michael his keys with a knowing smirk as Brittany slid into the passenger seat, her dress riding up to reveal the delicate lace garter clasping her stocking. The leather groaned under Michael’s grip as he shifted gears, his slacks tightening obscenely with every press of the accelerator. Brittany’s hand crept up his thigh, fingertips digging in when he took a sharp turn—her breath coming faster as the streetlights strobed across her parted lips.

In the backseat, unnoticed, Felicia’s abandoned perfume bottle rolled lazily across the upholstery, its glass still faintly warm from where her impossible fingers had vanished through it moments before.

The valet’s smirk burned in Michael’s periphery as he gunned the engine, the purr of horsepower vibrating through Brittany’s thighs where her palm still seared into his. The city lights blurred past, streaking neon across the windshield like liquid desire. His keys jingled as they hit the foyer table Brittany’s laughter chiming with them when she kicked off her heels, her bare feet silent as a predator’s on the hardwood.

She vanished down the hall toward the bedroom, the red dress slipping from one shoulder as Michael’s fingers found his tie. The silk slithered loose with a single tug, his collar gaping to expose the hammering pulse at his throat.

The dress pooled at Brittany’s feet like spilled wine, the straps slithering down her arms as Michael’s teeth caught the lace of her bra strap. His new reflexes moved before thought one hand palming the dip of her spine, the other twisting into her hair to tilt her throat back for his tongue. She gasped as he found the exact spot beneath her ear that made her knees buckle, his lips mapping every shiver he’d memorized in dreams he didn’t remember having.

Her back hit the bedroom doorframe with a thud, his knee slotting between her thighs as his mouth blazed a trail down her sternum.

Michael's hands slid under Brittany's thighs, lifting her with effortless strength as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The lace of her panties scraped deliciously against his forearms as he carried her to the bed, her back arching off the mattress the moment he laid her down. Brittany hooked her thumbs into the sides of her underwear, peeling them down her legs with agonizing slowness the damp silk catching briefly at her knees before she kicked them aside.

Michael’s breath hitched at the scent of her, his tongue already tracing the seam of his lips as he knelt between her.

Michael's tongue found her with surgical precision, tracing patterns of fire that made Brittany's hips jerk off the sheets. He knew exactly how to flick that sensitive bundle of nerves first slow circles, then sharp, staccato strokes timed with the gasps tearing from her throat. Her fingers twisted in his hair as he added two fingers, curling them just so against that hidden spot inside that made her back arch like a drawn bowstring.

Brittany's thighs trembled against his shoulders, her moans pitching higher as he dragged his teeth lightly over her clit before soothing it with his tongue. The wet heat of her coated his chin, her taste flooding his senses as her body clenched around his fingers in warning.

Once Michael thinks that Brittney is ready he takes his harden cock puts on a condom and sildes it inside Brittany's pussy and starts to fuck it like crazy

Michael’s fingers withdrew, glistening, as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. Brittany whimpered at the loss, her hips chasing his touch until he pinned her down with one broad palm splayed across her abdomen. The latex stretched tight as he rolled it on, his cock twitching against her inner thigh—a hot, insistent pressure that drew a moan from them both when he finally notched himself at her entrance.

One slow, devastating thrust buried him to the hilt, her nails scoring down his back as she cried out. The pace was punishing from the start, his hips pistoning with feral precision, every snap of his pelvis dragging a gasp from her lips.

Brittany’s moans fractured into breathless whimpers as Michael drove into her, each thrust sending the bedframe slamming against the wall in a relentless rhythm. The first condom had already been discarded—a shredded, glistening ruin on the nightstand and the second stretched taut over his cock as he angled her hips higher, the new position wringing a broken scream from her throat. Her calves locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as she met him stroke for stroke, the wet slap of skin echoing off the sweat-slicked sheets. Brittany’s nails raked down Michael’s shoulders as he drove into her, the wet slap of skin on skin swallowed by her gasping moans.