by Exley Avis
I reached around for her breasts, finding them heavy and ripe. My mouth watered for them. I wanted to taste her kiss again. Her pussy. The soft skin under her arms. The dimples at the base of her spine. I wanted all of her, all at once. But I had the time to savour her gradually right across the weekend and every night afterwards if I wanted to.
My cock hardened to its limit at the thought of fucking her for the next forty-eight hours and I pressed its tip against the velvety entrance to her glossy sex.
She gasped at my first thrust and rammed herself back against me. But she’d made me so big and so hard, I wanted to watch myself disappearing inside her inch by satisfying inch. I grabbed her hips, holding her still as I withdrew a little and then pushed again.
Allie moaned and her legs weakened. I pulled all the way out of her and thrust again, this time pushing myself three quarters of the way in. Her body flowered around my shaft, softening and relaxing to receive me.
“All if it,” Allie cried out in frustration. “Give me all of your cock now.”
In my next push I buried myself deep inside her, grinding my pubes against her peachy arse while she clenched around me. I pulled her cheeks apart so I could see my cock hammering hard into her. Her puckered anus tempted me but there would be time for that later and I looked out into the night as I thrust again and again.
For now, I was fucking Allie Lawless’s sizzling, drenched pussy as London life carried on the other side of the glass. All my fantasies crystallised into that moment and I gave myself over to them.
My hands held Allie’s hips steady as I pounded at her, faster and deeper with every stroke. I wanted to reach for her beautiful, rounded breasts, to tease her nipples the way she loved, but Allie’s legs had buckled under the weight of pleasure and I dared not let her go.
“Faster. Harder,” she urged. Her fingernail scratched the underside of my cock as she teased her clit. “You’re making me come again.”
The sounds of passion filled the air – a gasp of raw pleasure, the oiled swish of my rigid flesh inside hers, the slap of my balls against the back of her thighs, my rapid breathing as I took us both past the point of no return.
Every one of my senses went into erotic overload. The taste of Allie still on my tongue. The scent of sex filling the air around us. The sight of Allie’s perfect body bent forward and open to receive me. The softness of her skin beneath my hands and the sound of my name upon her lips.
All added up to more pleasure than I could withstand and my body surrendered to the sweetest deluge of gratification I’d ever known. One final thrust propelled me into orgasm and my arse clenched involuntarily. My puckering anus sent lightning bolts of sensation down into the base of my cock. Pressure built as I rammed into Allie but I fought against it, wanting to prolong the heaven that began and ended with her pussy.
But when Allie came for a second time, there was no holding back. Her pussy walls clenched around me, releasing the pressure in my dick and sucking cum up out of my leaden balls.
Every drop of blood rushed into my cock. Goose-pimples broke out across my arse and my whole body went cold. I gripped Allie’s hips tightly, marking her skin, as my thrusts went into overdrive, moving wildly, pounding against her perfect bum.
“I can feel you coming,” Allie gasped. “You’re getting bigger. Harder. Oh my God.”
My cock caught fire inside her and the pressure that had been building released explosively. Rhythmic waves rose up the shaft, burning and delirious until I floated on a lake of pleasure. I lost myself in the clench and throb at the base of my cock, spreading higher with every racing heartbeat until the waves reached the tightly rounded head in exquisitely-painful convulsions.
I erupted into Allie.
Cum shot from me and up into the limits of the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted. Allie called out my name but her cries were drowned by my earthy, base groans that burst up from the darkest essence of me.
She possessed me, body and spirit; intoxicating my senses and driving every conscious thought out of my head until all that was left was her mark of ownership across my soul.
I’d fucked her in full view of London, setting the pace and assuming control. But, in reality, I had no control around her. She’d taken me over and seized possession of my heart strings. From that moment on, I knew I’d never be able to pull myself free without damaging my heart for ever.
Pleasure ebbed and my body lost its substance and tension. Sated and spent, I couldn’t speak.
A delicate line of sweat beaded Allie’s spine and I bent forward to lick it away. She tasted good. Hot and horny. Like a woman who’d been fucked to within an inch of her life and loved every moment of it.
I pulled her upright and held her back against my chest. When my cock slipped out of her, she gave a low moan of disappointment. My cum and her juices soaked my balls and the inside of her thighs.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered against her neck and nibbled her ear lobe. “You’re sexy and raunchy and so beautiful.”
Her hands moved around to cup my arse, pulling my wet cock against her own peachy cheeks. “And that was unbelievable.” She twisted her head to kiss me. “Could anyone see us, do you think?”
“Who cares? I was fucking the sexiest woman in London. Why shouldn’t they watch?”
“Because I have my reputation to think of.”
She turned around and slipped her arms around my neck. Our bodies were the perfect fit – face to face, back to front or upside down – and I looked forward to spending the rest of the weekend exploring every combination.
“What reputation?” I asked, laughing at her and reaching down to fondle her perfect arse. “To the outside world, you might pretend you’re a high-price lawyer but in here, with me just now, you were shameless.”
“You led me astray.”
“That’s no defence.”
“I’ll throw myself on the mercy of the court.”
“I’d rather fuck you until you beg for mercy,” I said and felt a shudder of anticipation run through Allie. “I love your red shoes, by the way.”
She narrowed her eyes and feigned anger. “They’re new. Like the lace knickers you tore off. You owe me a new pair.”
“Why? They’ll only go the same way.” I pushed my hand down between her legs and into her wet pussy. “It might be safer to leave them off completely until further notice.”
“What’s a barrister without briefs?” She squirmed down onto my probing fingers.
“A happy man,” I told her, starting to kiss her. “A very happy man indeed.”
Allie gave a contented sigh and leaned her head back in bliss. “I could get used to this,” she purred.
She wasn’t the only one.
It was three o’clock, on a freezing December morning, and we were outside, naked in my hot tub, drinking ice-cold champagne. Steam rose from the surface of the water, enveloping us both in a thick cloud and creating a fantasy world all of our own.
“I’m glad I’ve christened this hot tub at last,” I said. “It’s much more fun with two.”
Allie straddled my lap, her beautiful breasts bobbing on the surface of the churning water. I leaned down and took each nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and kissing them better after all the rough handling they’d received over the last few hours.
“I can’t believe you’ve never had a woman in here before.” She curled herself around me, her skin slippery against mine. “It’s such a turn on.”
A huge turn on.
I’d planned ahead before our date and left the water to heat up during dinner. The champagne was already on ice outside, with strawberries, chocolates and some scented massage oils so, all I needed to do, was light candles to make my seduction scene complete. Allie had been delighted with it and had walked out onto the terrace, stark naked and oblivious to the cold.
We’d climbed into the scalding water, catching our breath at the shock of the heat on cold skin and laughing as we sat down. I’d position
ed myself above one of the water jets and pulled Allie across my lap. The hot stream pounded against my balls, and up into Allie’s pussy like a dozen extra hands joining in our foreplay.
All I had to do to was hold her close and kiss her slowly while I massaged sweet-smelling lotions into her skin.
It sounds a tough job, I know, but I made the best of it.
“I like to come out here and fantasise about you,” I admitted, rubbing oils along the underside of her arm. “Naked under the stars with a glass of good red wine in one hand and my cock in the other.”
“Then you’re a very naughty boy.” Allie eyes flashed with excitement. I’d seen her come often enough to know the thought turned her on. She loved to watch me touch my cock almost as much as she loved touching it herself. “What were we doing in these fantasies?” she asked. “Maybe we can act them out later.”
She spread her fingers across my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles with her thumbs. I wasn’t the only one wanting to brand my kiss across every inch. Allie had spent the night so far kissing away the memory of every other woman who’d ever lain naked next to me. She’d touched and caressed and relearned the length of my body, erasing everything from my mind except for the sensation of her fingers trailing across my skin.
“We’ve already done three of them,” I told her, loving the way laughter made her breasts wobble in the water. “And there’s plenty of time for the rest.”
The vibration of the bubbles around my cock had made it painfully hard again and Allie reached down for it. Lifting herself up, she lowered herself down onto me, engulfing me inside her, drawing me into the depths of heaven. She circled her hips to grind her clit against my thick pubic hair, making no secret of the fact that she adored the roughness of my body against her soft skin.
Having her so completely aroused by my nakedness made me feel sexier and more desirable than I’d ever felt and eager to please her in bed. As well as out of it.
I kissed her longingly, still unable to believe that I was lucky enough to have her in my arms, riding my cock and giving me more pleasure than a bad boy like me deserved.
“I know one thing we haven’t done,” Allie told me, breaking away from our kiss. “And it sounds so sexy.”
“What? Name it. I’m yours.”
She tensed her pussy, eliciting a gasp of surprise from me. “You promised to make love to me. When you refused to shag me on the sofa the other night, you said it was because you wanted to make love instead.”
I remembered. It was the moment the hopeless romantic in me had escaped to spoil our fun. A hard cock and a willing woman had parted company, unsatisfied against the promise of better to come.
“Is that what you really want?” I asked around her nipple. “You want me to make long, slow love to you?”
Her passionate kiss answered the question for me. “I do. Take me down deeper into love, Radford. Fuck me with your mind and your heart, as well as with your body. Make love to me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Radford wrapped me in a thick, red robe he’d bought especially for me and carried me back through into his bedroom, his lips never leaving mine.
He was still naked. And freezing. So I picked up a towel and rubbed his magnificent body dry. The extreme cold of a December night had decimated his beautiful erection but I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth.
Slowly, very deliberately, I worked my tongue up and down its length until he was as hard and ready for me as he’d been in the hot tub. He gave a deep-throated sigh and thrust against the roof of my mouth, holding my face between his big hands and whispering my name.
I loved that he was mine to command and that, the moment I touched him, I could make him do exactly as I wanted. In court he might be terrifying but, in my arms, he was just a very bad boy with the body of a god and the mind of a devil who couldn’t get enough of me.
A better woman wouldn’t have taken advantage. But I was ruthless in the way I enslaved him; teasing him until his balls were ready to explode and giving him more pleasure than any other woman ever had.
By the time we climbed out of the hot tub, I’d eradicated every ounce of intelligence in that amazing brain of his and had him thinking with something three feet further down his body.
But now it was my turn.
Radford untied my robe and lay me down on the wide, white bed that I’d pictured in a hundred steamy fantasies. In my head, I’d imagined Radford’s hot passion but now I felt something very different as he lay me back on the cool, white sheets.
“Let yourself go,” he whispered, his hands moving across my newly-oiled skin, arousing me slowly. “Leave your body behind. Feel with your heart. Trust me.”
That night Radford had already kissed me with passion, urgency and raw sexiness but his lips now ignited unexplored sensations that made me catch my breath in wonder.
Gone was the heat to be replaced by a quiet, insistent intensity that went beyond my body and spoke to my soul. As Radford held me in his arms, he drew me down deep inside himself and into worlds neither of us had tasted before. I followed him blindly, closing my eyes and trusting him even though the power of this new surge of emotions terrified me.
Before that night I’d connected with men on one level only. Radford now showed me there were many different layers to love and that I needed to let my heart guide me into places ruled by deeper feelings, not only by passion.
He grasped my wrists and pushed them high up above my head so he could kiss underneath my arms and the tender sides of my breasts. I arched upwards towards his lips, desperate to touch him too but he held my hands fast against the pillows.
“Relax,” he said softly against my skin. One heavy thigh pinned my hips down, holding me powerless beneath him. “I’ve been dreaming of this since Claridges. Let me pleasure you slowly.”
I allowed my limbs to go limp even though my heart was racing and my breath came in shallow bursts. Radford’s knee forced my thighs apart. With one hand still holding my wrists, the other moved tantalisingly slowly towards my sex, tracing the shape of my ribs and hip bones as it went.
My every breath emerged as a sigh. I closed my eyes and focused on the sweet sensations beneath Radford’s lips and the gentle sweep of his tongue across my breasts. He wasn’t paying literal lip service to my body, he treated it with reverence, making me feel like the most precious thing in the world to him. This was a man who had freed himself from the heat of passion and was now sharing the kind of love that smouldered far below the surface.
As he shifted his weight above me, his lips came down on mine for a kiss that took possession of the deepest recesses of my heart. He’d asked me to trust him once before, but I’d been too afraid to in case I fell so deeply in love I lost myself.
“Fall and let me catch you,” he’d once said, making it sound like the simplest thing in the world.
So now I let go, leaned back and allowed myself to drop over the edge.
As if sensing my surrender, Radford’s arms tightened around me, crushing me against him. He moved between my legs, forcing them apart with his hips. His weight anchored me to the bed but the force of his tenderness surging through me held me far tighter.
I adored this man – physically, emotionally, sexually. Every cell. Every atom. Every thought. I was indivisible from him and felt I’d absorbed him into my DNA where he’d made a permanent imprint.
He entered me gently as I tilted my hips and caught my breath. I wanted to wrap my arms around him but he held me fast and I didn’t struggle. Instead, I surrendered myself to his body and unlocked my heart to receive him.
He moved slowly inside me – short strokes, gentle pressure, every thrust a caress deep within me. His soft kiss told me more about love than words ever could and my heart spoke silently to his.
I’d lain naked with a dozen men but I’d never bared my soul to any of them before that night. For that part of me at least, Radford was walking across virgin territory and I felt glad that such
a perfect man was my first.
That night, I made love with my mind as well as my body and the pleasure was indescribable. Until that moment, I’d thought such feelings only existed between the pages of romance novels – fictions created to trick us into believing in perfect love. In Radford’s arms, on his wide, white bed, I discovered that fact was far more wonderful than fiction, and that the feelings coursing through me went many miles beyond perfection.
This was love like I’d never known. Innocent, profound and life-changing. Passion and adoration rolled into one. All bound up in Radford’s arms that held me tight and fought the world away.
I came quietly, slowly, but with a force that stopped my heart. Pleasure flooded through me like a warm wave rolling from my centre to the tips of my fingers and threatening to drown me.
I kissed Radford feverishly, sensing he was coming too even though his pleasure ran through him as slowly and quietly as mine. Our breathing synchronised, my pulse picked up the rhythm of his, our movements became the movements of one body in two indivisible halves.
And all the while, I was falling so fast into love with him the rush obliterated every other conscious thought.
At the height of pleasure, a dam of tears burst deep inside me. I lay beneath Radford in a state of complete happiness and yet I cried as though my heart would break.
Relief. Deepest joy. Love. Trust. Belonging. Completeness. And every emotion in between threatened to overwhelm me.
Radford smiled down at me. He took his weight on his elbows and tangled his fingers in my hair, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. I curled myself around him as pleasure subsided, loving the feel of his heartbeat resonating in my chest.
“Tonight has been the most incredible night of my life,” he whispered against my cheek. “You’re amazing, Allegra Lawless. Thank you.”
I couldn’t speak and kissed him again, our lovers’ conversation far from over. Words were no longer enough and I told Radford everything he needed to know with my touch, my embrace and the way my lips met his. With more certainty than I’d ever felt, I also knew I wanted the conversation to go on for a lifetime.