The overpowering smell of her heat was nearly bowling him over, and he might have even stumbled from the strength of it if he hadn't already been sitting down. Her leg over his gained a tenting in his jeans and he set his whiskey down so that he could grab her slender upper arms in his overlarge hands. He brought her into his lap and pulled her against him. "I was offering a lot more," his voice was ragged, husky with desire and wanton lust, "but I didn't want to press my advantage." His pelvis pressed up against her ass, giving her a small taste of what he had hidden in his jeans.
His long muscular arms curled around her torso and his head dipped so that his face rested in the crook of her neck. He breathed in her clean, wolvish scent and his nipples contracted. He rolled his neck and drew his nose up along the slender column of her neck. His lips followed, leaving a moist trail of sensual kisses up her neck and behind her ear. She was driving him crazy with lust and it was all he could do to keep from tearing her clothes off of her body in his need.
His large hands roamed up her sides and drew her arms up over his shoulders. They made their journey back down, sliding down her back and then back up as he pressed her closer. Her short bob tickled his face as he kissed along her neck. His hands soon landed on her tight ass and he couldn't stand it anymore.
He grabbed the whiskey bottle, his glass and lifted her with him as he stood and lumbered toward the bedroom. His bedroom. He sat down on the edge, dropping the bottle and glass on his white nightstand. His lips sought her jaw and continued along the sloping expanse until he came to her lips. His full lips covered hers and he pressed her tighter against him. He didn't care that she had small tits, he'd made love to men on more than one ocassion and he was perfectly happy with her figure.
"How about sharing my bedroom tonight, then?" He spoke, again huskily as he broke the kiss and opened his blue eyes on her green ones. She was a striking beauty, and she radiated sexual energy. His thick shafter was pressing into her ass and so he shifted, turning and rolling her onto her back on the edge of the bed. He half covered her body with his own as his hand slid up under her shirt and coasted over her abdomen up to her breasts.
He brought his lips down again, pressing them against hers and seeking entrance. His long pink muscle of a tongue probed her lips and once inside, found her own tongue and slid against it in a dance of seduction. His fingers, no rougher than a baby's bottom, found a nipple and brushed over it lightly, bringing it to a contracted nub. His fingers grazed the underside and the nipple scratched against his palm as he kneaded it. A few moments later, he had removed her shirt and his own.
He slid off the bed, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled. They came off, and so did her shoes. His soft but too large hands slid up her legs and over her thighs. Kneading them delicately for a moment as he slid both hands beneath her and cupped her ass, pulling her heated core toward his face. Without the veil of her clothing between her heat and the outside world, he almost passed out. But taking a breath and pushing through, his nose connected with the top of her slit.