After all, nothing pleased him more than making her scream.
* * * *
She carded her fingers through his hair as he continued to lavish his attention upon her sex. She loved the way that he felt between her thighs, and she cried out when his tongue swirled around her clitoris. He shuffled backwards on his knees while he braced her all the while, guiding her slowly down, letting her slide down the wall until she felt her ample rear rest on the floor. Her thighs remained hung over his shoulders, lifting them in the air to allow him to get a better angle to continue lavishing his attentions on her. Her shoulders were pressed against the wall as he continued curling his tongue inside of her, stroking that little bundle of nerves that sent her reeling, and she gasped at the way that he gripped her, pressing his fingers into her thighs with an iron grip. She writhed against him, feeling the coil in her belly tighten, knowing that she so close to her orgasm, but knowing that he would most likely make sure that she didn’t find her release until he wanted her to.
Still, a girl could dream, right?
She angled her hips, trying to help him find that last stroke that would send her toppling over into bliss. Just when she thought that he found it, and that he would actually allow her to climax without having to draw it out any further, he pulled away, coaxing a whimper out of her. She tried to chase his mouth with her hips, hoping for something, anything that would let her come. He took her hand and moved her into a sitting position on his lap so he could press his lips to hers in a kiss, letting her taste herself on his mouth. She moaned and felt her arousal spike as they kissed, making her want to orgasm all the more because of it.
“I'm not done with you just yet,” he growled into the kiss they shared before resuming to plunder her mouth almost as deeply as he had her core just moments ago. He held her there and started to flick his fingers in and out of her sex teasingly, nowhere near enough to let her come, but just enough that she desperately wanted more. He pulled away from her entirely, and she felt strangely cold from the lack of touch from him.
“I won't be finished with you until I'm sure that you'll never lie to me ever again,” he said, accentuating it with another long, slow drag of his finger against her sex, brushing her clit in just the right way that left her breathless and craving more. “I want to make sure that there's no room in your mind for any doubts, or fears, and that you'll only think of me.”
He pulled back all the way again suddenly, pulling her up in his arms and bringing her to a standing position facing away from him. She purred at the way that he pressed himself against her from behind her when he wrapped her in his arms.
“Can you feel what you do to me? Can you feel the way that you make me absolutely crazy?” he whispered, rolling his hips in just the right way that his swollen member glided against her buttocks, allowing her to feel just how aroused he was from all of this. He kissed behind her ear and she brought her hips back to grind her backside against his erection, pulsing and throbbing with almost as much need as she had in her.
He slowly turned her around and she placed a hand on his shoulder and took her time letting it trail down to wrap her hand around his erection as their lips met once again in a heated kiss. She teasingly ran her tongue along his lips, earning her a nip of her lower lip with his teeth.
“Bed,” Angela managed to pant when he pulled back just enough to suck in a gulp of air. With a moan of her own, she pressed open mouthed kisses into his exposed collar bone, the heel of her hand pressing against the hardened length between them, and he shuddered, his hips rolling against hers and betraying just what it was doing to him.
“Not even going to try and show me that you won't lie to me again?” he asked with an arch of his brow, but was nonetheless guiding her toward the bed in the corner of the loft.
“I will, when I can think straight,” she gasped audibly when David brought her over to the bed and guided her into lying down on it. “My head is swimming. I need...” her words were swallowed in a groan that was practically punched out of her lungs when he draped himself over her carefully and nudged her face over, allowing him access to her neck, his mouth and tongue playing on her pulse point once more.
He felt her heat pounding out a rhythmic beat in time with the blood pumping through her veins, and he subconsciously rolled his hips against it, seeking friction.
“I'll hold you to that, you know,” David groaned, his teeth teasing the point on her neck he had just finished lavishing attention on with his tongue. Angela was all but wailing, her legs restless from the throbbing heat that flooded into her molten core. His erection was bordering on painful at this point from the friction built from his hips grinding into hers blindly. David's tongue darted out to lap at her jawline, slowly drifting down her neck to her collarbone.
“I'm not just going to let this go because I'm about to fuck you.” There he was again, teasing her entrance with his fingers just enough to keep her worked up with no sign of release.
“I know, I swear I will,” she was panting heavily, as though she had just sprinted a marathon, and was now pressing her hips against his insistently. Her head fell back on the bed, and it made a chuckle bubble from David's lips. “Oh, yes,” she keened when his fingers began to tease her entrance a little more thoroughly – still not enough to allow her to orgasm, but enough that she could enjoy the friction that was building. Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips, eliciting a groan out of them both when their heated sexes were pressed together more fully from the change in position. He ground his throbbing erection against her labia, slicking it with her wetness.
“And what if I don't exactly buy that from you, hmm?” David groaned into her mouth as they kissed again. He coaxed her into lying on the bed more fully so that her legs weren't dangling over the edge, allowing him to lay more fully against her. “I could just stop this whole thing right now, and leave you wanting for more.”
He was already starting to pull his fingers out of her. She bit back her comeback about the fact that it would leave him wanting for more along with her, knowing that he had far more control over her, and would actually stop what he was doing just to prove it.
“I'm not hearing anything out of you,” he pointed out, and pulled out his fingers entirely, but left them touching her outer labia. She whimpered and writhered her hips in an attempt to pull him back to her center.
“I swear, I swear I'll never lie to you again, I swear it,” she swallowed when he groaned against the skin of her neck. He gasped when she reached for the curve of his ass, just enough to squeeze his rear and pull him closer to her. “God, it's sexy when you do it,” she mewled when those talented hands grabbed one of her supple breasts, kneading the flesh in a rhythmic pattern.
“Noted,” David said as he slid his fingers back into her as deeply as he could, and she cried out at the way that he returned to teasing her so fully.
She opened her mouth to say something, but the words dissolved into a quiet moan as she watched him roll his hips, the head of his cock skimming over her womanly folds, not entering, but teasing until she was practically sobbing.
“I need to come, please fuck me, please, David.” She knew that he hadn't said whether or not her promises would be enough to assuage him, and she knew that once this was all over, that she'd have to promise him that she wouldn't lie to him again just so that he would know that she meant it. That it wasn’t something that was said in the heat of the moment. More than anything, what she wanted was to orgasm already, his edging with her release driving her to the brink of madness.
“My, my,” David cooed, the slicked head of his cock finally parting her folds, but he went no further than that for the longest moment.
She actually sobbed in relief at the familiar pressure that came with having his cock pressed against her entrance, but she knew she needed him to slide inside, and for him to just start to fucking move.
“You're so eager to please me,” he noted as he slid out of her again.
She wh
ined, screwing her eyes shut in need.
“Yes, please give me your cock, please, I need it!” she begged.
He chuckled, slipping the head into her further.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said with a grin. “Open your eyes. Want to see you,” he mumbled into the skin of her neck before pressing kisses there.
She forced her eyes to open, unsure of how long she had closed them to begin with but was too lightheaded to care in that moment. He used his thumb and began to hit that sweet spot that made her all but sing, head thrown back, pleading for her long delayed orgasm.
After thoroughly working her entrance and only when he was absolutely sure she was ready did he finally push his cock all the way to the hilt inside of her.
She keened in pleasure at the way he so thoroughly stretched her, just shy of being painful but entirely too pleasurable to ever want to stop. David's long and thick erection rubbed her inner channel in such a way to keep her aware of just how full of him she was. His steady thrusts pounded into her as their hips rocked together creating a rhythmic drum beat of flesh on flesh.
“Oh my God, David, more!” she cried. David quickened his pace, thrusting with more vigor as her walls clenched down tightly on his cock with each plunge, creating an even deeper friction which drove them closer to orgasm.
“Angela,” he panted. “Not gonna last, so close, ah, come with me, need you to come with me,” he ordered as he brought his hand between them and began to stroke her clit with vigor once more. He might as well have shot her, for how much she jumped when her orgasm hit. She clenched even tighter around his cock, and it was finally too much, and David was tumbling after her over the edge of bliss.
They lay there cuddling in the aftermath, panting heavily, their hearts beating in tune with each other.
“I meant what I said, you know,” he looked up as she spoke. “I swear that I won't ever lie to you again,” she smiled softly at him. His lips slowly pulled into a smirk as he beckoned her over with an outstretched hand. She took it, and a laugh bubbled up within her as he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her.
“I'll hold you to that, you know,” he said with a quick peck to her lips.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” she said, twisting out of his grasp and standing up. “But if you'd be so kind as to let me use your microwave, I seem to recall that you whisked me away before I could eat my dinner, and I'm positively starving now.” He chuckled but rose and pointed to where the microwave was. “Ah, there it is, thank you!” They both knew that she had simply been teasing him about showing her to the microwave, but it was lighthearted enough that it was of little consequence. After quickly reheating her dinner and tucking in, she looked up from her meal to see him gazing at her with a peculiar expression.
“Is something on my face?” she asked once she had swallowed what was in her mouth, picking up a napkin and dabbing at her face to see if there was anything there.
“Spend the night,” he said, pulling her out of her frantic face cleaning. “Here, with me. You have tomorrow off anyway.”
She nodded slowly. “But I don't have anything to wear,” she pointed out sadly. Truly, she wanted to stay here, but felt like she was far from prepared. He shrugged.
“You could just sleep naked, you know,” he grinned salaciously at her.
She flushed deeply but knew that she had no real reason to be embarrassed about it; they had been together long enough that, really, there was almost no angle that he hadn't seen her naked in, but she still felt a bit flustered at the prospect all the same.
“Or, if you'd prefer, you could just wear something of mine,” he commented offhandedly. She shook her head.
“N-no,” she stammered slightly. “I don't mind sleeping without any clothes on. I do it all the time at home.” While it didn't happen as often as her statement implied, it wasn't as though it never happened at all.
“Oh, do you now?” David asked with an arched brow. “Well, you've given me something else to fantasize about when you're not here,” he chuckled as she shot him a withering glare that hardly held any bite to it.
If she were being honest with herself; she was, for the most part, flattered that he was so open with thoughts like that.
“Still, why not stay the night? I could drive you back in the morning. I've got some errands to run anyway, so you'd be on the way anyhow.”
After a few moments of considering, she nodded.
“Alright, that sounds like a plan,” she smiled up at him as she polished off her meal. “Do you have a spare toothbrush? I'd like to brush my teeth before bed.”
He nodded. “There's one that I haven't opened yet in the bathroom, feel free to use it. I'll get the bed ready for us.”
She nodded and rose to head to the bathroom. Finding the toothbrush in question, she set about scrubbing her teeth, idly wondering if they were going to have sex again at some point during the night.
* * * *
As Angela went to brush her teeth, David turned and smoothed out the blankets and sheets on the bed to make it at least look presentable, as though they hadn't just got done fucking on top of the covers. He sighed and went about turning the lights off one by one until the entire loft was encased in darkness, broken up only by the streetlights below.
He turned to face Angela as she exited the bathroom, grinning lopsidedly at her as she made her way over to him. He sat on the bed and laid down, draping the blankets over himself as he extended a hand out to her once again. She took it without hesitation, and breathed a soft laugh as he tugged her into bed beside him. She curled next to him under the blankets once she had maneuvered completely under them, and he stroked a hand through her long locks as they settled in for the night. He turned to wrap an arm around her as they settled into a comfortable position, with him spooning her from behind.
“Good night,” he heard her say softly. He pressed a kiss into her hair.
“Good night, Angela,” he breathed before wrapping his arm a little tighter around her, hugging her closer to him. It wasn't long before the two of them drifted off to sleep, encompassed in each other.
* * * *
It was rather strange to Angela when she woke up alone, and her confusion only grew as she sat up and looked around the loft, only to find that she was the only one there. Frowning, she got out of bed and dressed in the clothes that she wore the previous day. Perhaps he had gone to get something to eat, or maybe he had some work to do downstairs? Her curiosity getting the better of her, she slipped on her shoes and went to the elevator, hitting the button for David's floor.
Her suspicions bore fruit, as the doors opened to reveal David at his desk, dressed for the day and looking as if nothing had ever happened. Ah, well, she thought as she stepped out of the elevator and made her way over to him. She was used to that by now; it was just David's way of doing things. He looked up as she neared, a slow smirk making its way across his face as he took her in.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he greeted, his eyes softening slightly when she came up behind his desk and gave him a quick kiss.
“Good morning, handsome,” she giggled at the way they had settled in like a proper couple now that things had, for the most part, been resolved between them. Her heart felt lighter than it had in a long time, and her giggles only grew louder when he swung in his chair and brought her into his lap to rain kisses down upon her. “Working early today?” she asked off handedly when she finally got her lips back. He grinned at her.
“Something like that, yes. I figured I could get my work done early, and we could get together for dinner after you've gone home and gotten changed and all that.” His grin widened. “I recall that being a point of concern for you last night. Well, for a little while, anyway.”
“Ah, you know me all too well,” Angela sighed and stood. “But I should be heading home anyway. I need a shower, and to change my clothes, like you said. He nodded and turned back to his work.
“I'll call my driver and
have him meet you in the parking garage to take you back. I should be done around four or so, so I'll call you when I'm on my way to pick you up.”
She nodded and pressed a quick kiss to his temple before heading back to the elevator. She faintly heard him calling his driver just as the doors to the elevator slid shut.
True to his word, his driver was there to pick her up the moment that she stepped foot in the parking garage. She smiled at him, and he returned it politely before opening the door for her. She hopped in with a quiet, 'thank you,' and buckled her seat belt just as he shut the door and came back to the driver's seat, starting the engine and taking them away from the Westley Entertainment building and toward home.
The car ride itself was largely uneventful, save for some small talk that she made with the driver as they waited at a particularly long stop light, but it wasn't long before he was pulling up to her house. She waved off his offer to open the door and thanked him profusely.
“You're the nicest driver I've ever had,” she said kindly. “Mind you, other than you, I've only had taxis, but still…”
He laughed. “Why, you're the sweetest passenger I've had the pleasure of taking anywhere. You have a good day, Miss Parker, and I'll see you around.” She waved goodbye to him as he drove off back toward downtown. With a sigh, she turned and walked into her house, stepping out of her shoes and immediately heading for her shower.
She kind of felt bad for not checking in with Kaitlyn first, but she felt absolutely gross being in the same clothes that she wore yesterday, and she needed to shower to clean herself of the previous day's grime. And last night's activities, she mentally added with a blush. Turning on the shower and waiting for the water to warm, she stripped herself and eased her way in, humming happily as the hot water hit her skin.
For a while, she just stood there and enjoyed the feeling of the water running off of her in rivulets, and a small part of her had the childish thought that she was never going to get out of the shower now. But, eventually, the water began to cool, so she scrubbed at her hair and body thoroughly, and enjoyed the rinse down to get rid of the suds before stepping out of the shower and toweling off.
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