Deadly Vision

by Kris Norris

  She whimpered against the delicious sensation, loving the feel of his thick shaft gliding through the folds of her pussy. Even clothed it brushed across her clit, sending shards of pleasure coursing through her veins. She arched into him, wishing he’d let her wrap her legs around his hips, but he held himself still, encasing her thighs with his knees. She sighed, knowing she was powerless to fight against him. He’d always dominated the bedroom, and it didn’t look like things had changed.

  “Easy, Fallon. I know you want me inside you, but I’m not finished playing with your pretty little body. I let your hands go, but I’ll take you when I’m ready to, and not before.”

  Fallon huffed at his declaration, not bothering to hide her irritation. It seemed to only make him that much more determined, and he pulled away when she leaned up to kiss him. His eyes glowed with pride, but she reached her hands around his neck and savagely pulled him down, finally claiming his mouth with hers. She could feel the strength in his muscles as she squeezed his neck, dancing her fingers across the broad bands splaying out across his shoulders. He was letting her kiss him, but the thought didn’t bother her. She was touching him, and that was a grand victory in her eyes.

  “You’ve been working out,” she whispered, trailing her tongue along his neck. “I can feel the difference.”

  Gil smiled, but a sadness crept into his eyes, as if talking about their previous relationship hurt him. She lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the rejection in his. Did he wish he’d never started this seduction, or was he sorry he ever let the relationship slide? She eased back, giving him a chance to pull away, to leave her hot and wet, but he didn’t move. Instead he took her departure as his signal to move down her body, and he wasted no time capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.

  “Oh God, yes.” The words vibrated through her chest, so deep and sultry she felt shaken from the inside out. He’d already made her come once without touching her cunt, and she knew if he kept it up, she’d come again.

  Gil laughed at her words, drawing back so only his tongue brushed across the tip. “Oh no, baby. I’m not going to let you come again until I taste that sweet pussy of yours. Damn, your scent is so strong I can already taste you on my tongue.”

  Fallon moaned at his words, the anticipation of having him lick her burning the blood in her veins. She arched into the hand that travelled down her stomach, slowly inching inside her tights. Her skin felt singed by his touch and she looked down, expecting to see tiny tendrils of smoke rising up off her body. Gil was watching her, a sly smile on his face. She knew he liked it when she watched him, and the look in his eyes was warning her it would be wise not to turn away.

  She held his gaze, unable to look away even if he hadn’t silently forbidden her. The moment was too surreal, like a page out of one of her fantasies, and she feared if she lost contact with his eyes, the dream would fade and she’d be left feeling empty and hollow. Gil shifted his weight, still holding her tight between his legs, but allowing enough room for his hand to rim the top of her mound. He froze.

  Fallon bit at her bottom lip, trying to wiggle him lower, but he stayed poised on the edge of her sex, only one finger grazing the vee of her pussy lips. His eyes looked distant, like he was trying to figure out a complicated puzzle, before he turned a heated gaze on her. He growled and pulled down her tights, stripping them from her body and ripping the seam in his haste, as he stared at her bare lips. A strangled moan escaped his mouth and he couldn’t seem to stop himself from running his fingers along her skin, testing out the smoothness of it.

  He looked back up at her, fire raging in his eyes. “You’re bare.”

  She nodded, not trusting her voice. There was a lump stuck in her throat and she didn’t know if she’d be able to talk around it.

  Gil looked back down, as if needing to see her mound again to believe the change he’d discovered. “Who did you shave yourself for?”

  Fallon heard his words, but she was too distracted with the slow sweep of his fingers along the edge of her pussy to respond. If he’d just move over a bit, he’d be touching the wet folds of her sex. Gil grunted and she forced her eyes to meet his stare. “What?”

  He growled again, and grabbed both her hands, pining them to the ground beside her hips. “I said, ‘who did you shave your sweet pussy for’?”

  Was that jealousy in his voice, in the gleam of his eyes? She shook the thought from her head, convincing herself she’d read more into his question than there was. Surely he wasn’t being possessive after leaving her without so much as a note. “No one.”

  “Don’t lie to me. I want to know who’s been fucking you.” He drew back slightly and seemed to catch some control back before he continued. “I don’t want to hurt him, baby. I just want to know who you’ve been fucking. One of those pretty boys down at the station?”

  Fallon shook her head, not sure he’d believe her words. Except for her escapade with the vibrator the other night, she hadn’t found release in months. He stared at her and she knew he wanted her to answer him out loud. “I haven’t been with anyone, Gil. Jane shaved herself and told me to give it a try. That if felt so sexy to be bare. So I did.”

  “And you haven’t had sex with anyone else? Not even let a guy touch you?”

  She saw the possessiveness in his eyes and fought to keep the air in her lungs. Damn, it was like they’d never been apart. “I haven’t so much as kissed another man since…” She let her voice fade.

  Gil’s lips curled up into a sexy half smile. “Have you touched yourself? Made that pretty little pussy shake and shiver with your fingers and your toys?”

  God, how could he know? She nodded again, heat flushing her face.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes.” Then she pressed her pussy up against his thigh, smiling at his groan, as she added, “but not near as much as when you make me come.”

  “Then I’ll enjoy being the first man to lick your bare pussy. To feel that soft skin moist and hot beneath my tongue, surrounding me as I slide inside you. Do you want that?”

  She nodded as the word, ‘yes’, hissed through her teeth. God, she wanted that and more. She wanted him deep inside her forever. “Please, Gil.”

  The anger disappeared from his expression and the tension in his shoulders eased. He gave her one last glance before releasing her hands again and lowering his body. His knee nudged her thighs, urging her to open her legs, to allow him access to the core of her need. She moved willingly, easing her thighs apart until his shoulders were wedged between them. Then he reached his hands around to the backs of her knees, pushing her legs even wider.

  “That’s it, baby. I want you spread wide for me, so I can see every flicker of your clit when you come. You know how I like watching you.” He teased the joint of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Umm, so tasty. Play with your cunt for me. I want to see how much you enjoy your new fashion statement.”

  Fallon’s cheeks flushed further at his command. She’d never quite gotten over the embarrassment of touching herself while he watched, but was too caught up in the erotic words to stop her hand from inching down her stomach and skimming across her skin. She was surprised when a low rumble filled the air and she discovered it was her voice, not Gil’s. She moved down, dipping into the slick crease, pinching her clit before thrusting her finger inside her.

  “Damn, I love watching you touch yourself. It’s so beautiful.” He bent down and lapped at the juices spilling along her hand. “Push inside again and bring me more of your sweet honey.”

  Fallon complied, pushing her finger inside her pussy, coating it with the warm liquid that oozed out of her, before drawing it out and spreading it around her clit.

  Gil licked the cream away as fast as she collected it, and by the time she was close to climaxing, she was sure he’d eaten every drop from her cunt. She pressed up into his mouth, slipping her juice-coated finger into his hair. She was done giving into his commands. Hell, he still had all his clothes on.
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br />   Gil didn’t seem to take notice and continued to lick at her clit. She tried to pull his shirt from his body, but the collar caught on his neck, refusing to move. She huffed and gave one last mighty tug. The seams gave a moment before she heard the cotton separate, tearing partway down the neck. Gil looked up, the sound apparently interrupting his task. He smiled at her startled expression, bending his head so she could pull the torn garment over his head, taking the T-shirt he’d worn underneath with it. Then he grabbed the edges of the shirt he’d cut open and shoved it down her arms, baring her upper body. She shivered as the cool air breezed across her damp skin, making her flesh prickle and bead.

  “Cold, sweetheart?”

  “Not for long,” she tossed back, curling her body against his, feeling his heat seep into her. Gil pulled her close, rubbing his skin on hers. He felt like fire in her arms and she couldn’t stop from relaxing against him, allowing his arms to encircle her. Damn, she’d missed him.

  “Better?”

  She whispered her thanks into his neck, not sure she could talk without crying. Gil smiled against her hair.

  “Well, now that you’re warm again, sweetheart, I’ve got some pussy to eat.”

  Chapter Seven

  Fallon moaned as Gil pushed her gently to the ground. She wanted to resist, to insist he give her time to explore his body. But she could tell by the firmness in his touch, playtime was over.

  “I suggest you get comfortable. You’re going to be lying there for a while.”

  Fallon moaned, not just from his words, but from the way he pushed her legs apart, baring her to his heated gaze. She looked down between her legs, held captive by the way he watched her as he licked his lips, tasting some of her juice still clinging to his face. Then he smiled and dipped down, tonguing her clit.

  “Oh God.”

  Gil hummed his reply, vibrating her clit while he teased her channel with just a hint of his finger. She arched into him, hoping to sink it in further, but he moved with her. He’d told her he’d take her when he was ready, and she had a feeling he was holding true to his claim.

  “Need something, baby?” he teased, sinking one knuckle inside her.

  “More,” was all she could say, her breath lodged too tight in her chest to form more words.

  “Don’t worry, baby. There’s more.”

  Gil thrust forward, sinking his finger completely inside her, rubbing her walls as he teased the digit back and forth in her slick juices. She arched into him, feeling the emptiness disappear, replaced by a hunger so strong she knew she wouldn’t be able to move until Gil had fucked her senseless. She needed him filling her, thrusting his thick cock back and forth, driving into her so deep she’d forget her name as she screamed out his. She opened her legs wider, clamping them around his shoulders as she pushed her cunt up against his mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. Just go with it. Let me feel you come in my mouth while I finger-fuck your pretty little pussy.” He lapped against her clit. “So sweet, baby. Damn, I could eat you for hours.” He laughed as she shuddered at the thought. “Umm. Do you like the sound of that, baby? Want me eat this hot pussy of yours over and over?”

  “Yes, oh God, yes.”

  She couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her lips anymore than she could stop the juice from gushing from her cunt. Even though her mind told her this was nothing more than a quick fuck, a convenient meeting that wouldn’t go any further, her body wanted more. Wanted him tasting her night after night, licking her from one orgasm into another. Wanted his shaft buried deep inside her, his hot cum coating her walls and her thighs. Even more she wanted to taste him, feel his cock thicken in her mouth until his control shattered and he came with a roar, pumping his semen down her throat.

  “Oh, yeah. You like the sound of that, don’t you? But you don’t just want my mouth. You want my cock filling you. You want me to come inside that sweet little pussy.”

  “Yes, Gil. Please.”

  Gil licked at her, but not enough to make her come. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath feathering across her clit, making it pucker and twitch. Gil groaned.

  Fallon snagged her bottom lip and gripped it between her teeth, trying to resist the need to answer him. If he just circled her clit a few more times…

  “Tell me, or I’ll make you want so bad you’ll have to beg me before I let you come.”

  Fallon cried out, so hot with need she felt as if her body were burning from the inside out. She fisted his hair in her fingers and tugged, knowing the slight pain would only strengthen his resolve. She looked down at him, catching the steely look in his eyes and threw her head back, practically screaming out the words he needed to hear. “I want you to lick me until I come. Damn it, I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand up!”

  Gil smiled against her flesh. “Your wish is my command, darling.”

  Fallon held her breath, the anticipation making her head spin. Gil shifted between her legs, opening her wider, repositioning her thighs over his shoulders. His finger was still lodged inside her, but he was holding it still, making her ache until she wanted to scream.

  “Ready, baby?”

  “I can’t wait…”

  He moved. His fingers—two now, or was it three—thrust inside her pussy just as his lips clamped around her clit, milking it with strong steady pulls. Fallon arched off the ground, fire racing through her body and into her groin. It flamed higher, dancing black dots across her vision. The ground was swaying, shifting the view over his shoulders. Trees. Sky. The dark brown of his hair. She twisted to get closer, to grind her pussy so far in his mouth she’d feel as if he’d climbed inside her. She was close. So close.

  “Don’t rush it. Make it take you, baby. Fight as long as you can. I want to eat you forever.”

  Fallon cried at his declaration, wishing they were more than hot words spoken in the moment. She wanted to come, but fighting made the release that much hotter. He pulled out his fingers and thrust his tongue inside her, fucking her deep and strong. The feeling faded around her clit, and she knew he was tormenting her. Prolonging her pleasure until her body went over of its own accord. He lapped at her, the wet sound making her want soar. Damn, she needed to come.

  “Gil. Now. Oh God. So close. Just a bit more.”

  Gil hummed against her cunt, replaced his tongue with his fingers again and suckled her clit, sending her over the edge and into bliss. She screamed his name, not sure if the sound was only echoed in her head or if she’d shaken the ground with the vibration of it. Gil only sucked harder, inching his fingers deeper, drinking in the liquid that seeped around his hand and slipped down her thighs. She felt something soft around her fingers and slowly realised her hands were still speared through his hair. It took several tries before the message got through and she released her hands, letting them fall boneless by her sides. It’d been so long since she’d come that hard, and her body needed a chance to regroup.

  Gil moved, a soft whimper accompanying her breath as he eased free of her body and moved over top of her. She was still panting, her eyes squeezed shut.

  “Can your toys make you scream like that?”

  She forced her eyes open. He looked roguish and sexy, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Not even close.”

  Gil seemed surprised by her honesty, but only paused for a moment before widening his smile. “Good answer, sweetheart.” He leant down and licked her lips. “Ready for the main course?”

  Fallon answered by arching her hips up, and slipping the first few inches of his hard, hot shaft inside her.

  Gil’s head snapped down and he gazed at the vee of her mound, where their bodies were now joined. He pulled back and she knew he was watching his cock slide back out, part of the length now covered in her thick cream.

  “Like what you see?” she taunted, grinding him inside again.

  Gil moaned and looked back down at her. “Do I like seeing my cock covered in your juice as it slides in and out of your hot little p
ussy? Oh yeah, baby. I like it a lot. But I like the idea of fucking you until you can’t stand up even more.”

  Fallon closed her eyes as he punched his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside her weeping channel. She wanted to scream, but the air hissed from her lungs as the pleasure tore through her body. He was hard and thick, and the sharp entrance he’d made had been a fine line between pleasure and pain.

  Gil stilled, his sac lodged against her flesh, his cock brushed up against her womb. His mouth was pulled tight, his eyes heavy with lust. “You okay?”

  She nodded, not able to speak the words aloud. She was stretched tight, but after months of emptiness, she wasn’t about to complain.

  Gil lowered down over her, rubbing his chest against hers. “You’re tighter than ever. I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have entered you so quickly.”

  Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back. He sounded so sincere, so damn loving it was almost as if the months of separation had been some kind of bad dream. She reached up and nibbled at his ear, whispering his name in the low, sultry tone she knew he loved.

  “Nice try, darling. But I know you’re feeling it. We’ll take it slow for a while. Let you adjust to me again.”

  Gil moved slowly, dragging the heavy length of his cock through her sensitive tissues, making her back arch and her legs tighten around his hips. God, he was so thick, so filling, she swore she felt every inch of his shaft as it left her body, leaving only the bulbous head still clenched inside her. She tightened on him, feminine power surging through her at the husky groan that tore from his chest.

  “Tease,” he breathed, pushing back in, forcing his cock through the tight walls of her pussy. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze me. Tighten on me real good.”

  He locked against her flesh, giving her a few moments to adjust to his width before pulling out again and slowly thrusting back in. He didn’t pause this time, but his pace stayed easy, his hips pumping gently against hers.