I'm like most people, I like to be desired. It gives me thrills to know that I can come on baby light your fire. Many people don't like admitting that someone else has the key to their sexual lock and can open that flame at will. At the end of the day, it means you have opened yourself up to them and their will. At the beginning of the day, it can mean you get yourself opened up and pleasured at your own will.Being the modest guy that I am, when I'm told that I come on on baby light a fire, I deny it with an aww shucks response. However, deep inside my ego is pumping its fist and thumping its chest like King Kong. It's not often this fire lighting can be measured. Alas, BJ said she could provide proof.
"I don't need foreplay when you're concerned. You can make me wet as soon as you arrive. I get wet knowing that you're coming through the door." BJ's sex voice shimmied through the phone receiver.
"Oh come on there has to be some nipple suckage or kissing or something to get you ready ready." I aww shucked.
"Nothing. You can come over and just give it to me."
"Let's try it." I challenged her.
The electronic buzzer wailed admitting me into her apartment building. Instead of taking the insanely slow elevator, I decided to run up the stairs. If this was a challenge, I didn't want to give her any extra time to think about my arrival. When I reached her floor, I could hear the chain slide off the latch behind her door.
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I knocked once and BJ's almond eyes peered through the small crack in the door.
"Hi" She smiled. Opening the door wider, she stood in the mutli-colored night shirt I'd seen many nights before. I got an eyeful of her solidly thick caramel colored legs. The way the material peaked and moved, I could tell she had nothing else on.
"Come're" I pushed her toward her bedroom closing the door behind me.
I spun her around by her elbows, her back now to me as she faced the bed, her favorite position. BJ crawled up on the bed on all fours, looking back at me as if daring me to take her. With one hand, I threw her shirt up over her ass exposing it and her pouty sex. My other hand made quick work of my belt, zipper and boxers. The excitement, the challenge the come on baby light my fire had my own inferno raging. With my pants at my ankles and my Timberlands firmly planted, I pointed my manhood at her waiting sex hoping not to do her any harm.
With near merciless enthusiasm, I pushed forward to her sex. Her flower opened slowly then came the rush of soft honey. She was not only ready, she was overwhelmingly enthused. Taking me to the hilt, she moaned as I met the end of her tunnel. Her soft petals massaged me. Her moans served my audible need. She clenched on me. She was indeed ready. no notice needed. She looked back at me with her fire fully ablaze. Her honey dripped from her petals and pattered against the sheet. The hard rubber soles of my heavy boots forced a creaking sound from the wood floors.
Her wails energized my erection. I pushed her shirt slightly forward to see the sweat on her back. Beneath her, her brown globes with their hard nipples bounced in that way that I love. She backed against me forcing herself to take more of me and when I reached the end of her hot sticky sex, she moaned with excitement. I slowly slid myself from her.
"Ok, you were right." The sweat caressed my face, my breathing labored.
BJ spun around, my erection bobbing precariously inches from her face. She licked the tip.
"I know, but I'm not done." She smiled as she took me into her mouth and I felt desired...for hours.
My Name is The Fury, Do I Make You Horny, baby?
