My place

My place

I smile and start walking us out of the bar. “We can go to my place, but I’ll be holding you to your word you’re not a psycho.” We laugh, knowing from experience how bad that can truly be. Outside, I hail a cab. In mere seconds for a cab to swoop in and pick up two sexy women pushing the envelope of what isn’t considered indecent exposure. Ling gets in with a question on her face.

“No car?” she asks, doubts about my living arrangements and lifestyle evident all over her.

“Oh no honey, I drive a Beemer, I was just counting on either hooking up with someone or getting too drunk to make it home alone,” I say with a smile in my eyes, “Frankly, I think I’ve spent enough time drunk already. Not that I don’t have a stock of booze at home if you would like to hook up and be drunk at the same time.”

We giggle the rest of the way back home, I pay the cabbie, tipping well and winking at him, no that he’s in the know, he’d just like to be and I have fun teasing sometimes. Ling is practically skipping now to get in my place, suburban towers in an upscale neighborhood. I don’t have the penthouse, but I like the morning light in my tall corner loft better anyway. The elevator lets us off and we quietly sneak down the hall like teenagers out too late, not that anyone here cares, just it adds to the mood. With hushed giggles, we open the door to my loft and quickly shut and lock the door behind us, giddy with laughter.

We’re both all grins, leaning against the walls of the entryway, I’m laughing and watching Ling’s face glow with beauty as laughter transforms her expression. I can see in her eyes that she sees me looking at her, and we want each other. I push off the way and press against her and kiss her urgently, tongues sliding over each other. Her piercing thrills me, driving me to want to touch and lick every piece of body jewelry she might have.

She pulls back from the kiss with a flirtatious giggle before darting into the loft from the entryway. She gets a few steps into the “hard to get” game before my living room stops her up short. Two walls of windows open up onto the night city, lights and neon painting a glowing, pulsing creature. The moon rose not long ago, still tinted with a touch of rose from the horizon and impossibly big. I’m used to this reaction and slip up behind her in a loving embrace.

“All the better to thrill you by.” I say kissing the goose bumps on her neck. Thrilled she is indeed, as she can only manage a breathy “Oh!” as her hand reaches up to twine her fingers into my hair. I kiss gently but eagerly, careful not to leave hickeys, they’re so tacky, but strong enough to feel. My hands wander over her body, fingertips tracing her curves and drinking in her form. Covering her small breast and teasing the piercings there, rewards me with an “Mmmm” and I twist her around to kiss down her neck towards her collarbone. I know she’d stop me if she wanted to, but I know she doesn’t want to. I pull her top up over her head, revealing her pale skin and twin pierced breasts to the chill air. They stand pert and inviting, and Ling twists her torso in a coy manner, both shy and inviting as I continue my kisses down to her breasts.

“Do you think I’m a freak for all my piercings?” She asks, “Or a slut?”

I almost **** with laughter. If only she knew the truth. Hopefully, she will soon enough. “No chance hon. I know what it’s like to be different, and know it’s you that makes the difference, not any way you decide to make your body work for you.”

She smiles and presses her breasts back to my face as I lap her nipples and tug gently but firmly at the metal through her nipples. She rewards me with the answer to the question I hadn’t yet asked. “That’s not the only place I’m pierced.”

I break off and kiss her and start leading her by the hand to the living room. “Then you deserve to get the best attention possible.” I say as I lead her to a microfiber chaise lounge. I help her sit down and then pull myself over her and begin kissing all over again. Lips, neck throat, chest, breasts, nipples, ribs, belly, before smiling up at Ling and taking the hem of her dress in my teeth and pulling it down to reveal a clean shaven peach of a pussy, hot and close to my face as I strip the clothes off with my teeth. The scent of her fills my nostrils and drives me wild. I kiss her ankle, calf, knee, making her leg bend and pull me in, so I skip her thighs and taste her eager pussy with one long lick.

She tastes hot and salty, the metallic flavor of her two piercings leaving an after taste on my tongue. One through her hood, the other into her clit proper. I chuckle and look at my feast before glancing up and wiggling my eyebrow at her, then using my tongue to suck her clit into my mouth and swirling it over my tongue. She already shudders and sucks in her breath through her teeth, and I can see the look on her face letting me know she’s loving every bit of it. I slip my hands under her hips and press in, grinding my face against her pussy while sucking, not just focused on her clit, but opening wider to bring in much of her hot flesh into my mouth, my tongue pressing hard against her clit as it slides over it, flicking it. One of her hands is clenching her breast, the other grabs my hair and pulls it against her crotch as she squeals and writhes. I love that part.

I begin sucking and thrusting in rhythm, pressing into her with a pattern, increasingly faster to match her fevered fuck pace as best I could. She spasms and shrieks in a matter of moments as the quick fuck consumes her. Even though it’s a quickie, you can see it was intense. I give her a few parting licks as she finishes, to bring her down gently. Her pale face is flushed and she’s panting and has a confused look on her face.

“How … so quick … so … damn!” Is all she can manage as I slide up next to her. She grabs my face and kisses me, our tongues mingling in her juices as she catches her breath. She snuggles tight against me contentedly and says “I don’t know how I’m going to follow that, but what can I do to you?”