Once again, I marveled at the fact that my usual preference of dominating women turned to smoke and went right up the chimney. Melanie was different than all the others had been in my life. She got off on playing opposites and pushing the limits. That alone had the power to make me abandon all my unspoken rules and give in, and not begrudgingly but eagerly.
I wanted her to fuck me with her cock. I wanted to surrender to her and let her have her way with me.
“You look good enough to fuck me. Way good.” I slid my hand down my belly and rubbed on my throbbing, hard clit. Damn, I could orgasm so easy.
“Come here,” she said, crooking a finger at me.
I walked across the room, my heels clipping on wood as I held on to one nipple, pinching and twisting it, panting as a tug of desire pulled from my areola to my pussy.
“You’re sashaying.” She turned all the way around and faced me, her eyes long-lidded and heavy with need, her breasts pert mounds that made my mouth water.
I stopped in front of her. Since she’d kicked off her sneakers and stood in bare feet, I looked down on her from my towering stilettoes. “I am not.”
“Are too. And I’m going to make you pay for being such a slut.” She drew me into her arms and nuzzled at my breasts, my nipples going so hard it almost hurt. The slick cock was sandwiched between us. It started between my thighs and spread upward over my pussy and probed my lower abdomen. Melanie rocked and thrust her hips, causing the toy to slip up and down between us. “Oh my god, this is so hot,” she said breathily.
This was a dream come true. In fact, it far surpassed any fantasies I’d ever had about her. I wanted her, us. I needed to consummate our new beginning as soon as possible. “Make love to me, Mel. I’m all yours to do with as you please.”
She sidestepped and shoved me over the window seat. I fell forward, breasts and nipples pressing into soft velvet, my ass exposed for her. A jolt of pleasure sizzled through my blood and zapped my cunt with wet heat. I took a shuddering breath and rested my cheek against the cold glass.
Her foot tapped back and forth between my ankles. Her voice came out gruff, aroused. “Spread your legs wide, honey. Now.”
“Yes, o-okay.” I did as she said, but it proved difficult to keep my balance on the heels. It didn’t take long for me to displease her with the wobbling.
She whacked my bottom, her hand making stinging contact with my bare flesh. “Hold still.”
I cried out, shocked at first, then this amazing warmth spread from the site of offense to my pussy. I tingled there and blood filled my clit, making it swell and harden further. “Melanie… You—you’re making me so wet, turning me on like crazy. You—”
Whack.
I screamed at the brief pain when she slapped the opposite cheek of my ass, but my voice melted into a moan when that heat washed through my pussy again. I’d spanked other women, but I’d never been spanked before. It was a real eye-opener. Now I knew why my past lovers always came crawling back for more, begging me to dominate them and spank their rumps.
There was no doubt she was deriving pleasure out of this—heck, no one knew the pleasure of being in her position more than I did. But I came to the conclusion just in this short time being bent over for her, that I almost enjoyed being in my stilettoes more than bare feet. This was an amazing experience.
She dropped to her knees and spread my folds apart. “Mm, do you ever look scrumptious.” The silky blade of her tongue swiped me from clit to vagina.
I gripped the windowsill, and the noise that escaped my throat could only be described as a lioness in heat. “Mel… Oh my god, you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop—”
She slipped a finger—or was it two or three?—inside me and pumped, in, out, in, out. My body jerked at the sudden invasion, but the surprise of that was nothing compared to the unbelievable tingling that fused into my entire pelvic area when she circled my anus with her tongue. It was a moist and soft yet firm stirring, and she used that firmness to her advantage by spearing my asshole over and over.
The delicious sensations bombarding me were mind-blowing. The jalapeños she’d eaten on the pizza heated my asshole and intensified the pleasure. I couldn’t catch my breath, each pant fogging up the glass. Sweat trickled from the nape of my neck down and around to the valley between my breasts. The scent of burning firewood and wine wafted around me, vaguely edged by the aroma of the lube she’d coated the cock with. Cherry. Ah yes, the sweet scent of maraschino cherries.
I was hungry, starving in every way, so I squirmed and gyrated my hips in a circular motion. Yet I couldn’t help but rock backward too, time and time again so her tongue would fuck me deeper.
“I’m coming undone, baby, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” Melanie said, kissing her way up my ass and spine. I caught traces of my own musky scent when she kissed my neck and jaw just below my ear. Her breath was a whisper of warmth in my ear, making me shiver with delight. But then the slick cock probed at my pussy. She moved it in a circular motion around my vaginal opening, stopping now and then to rub the tip against my clit.
“Yeah?” I asked, turning my head to kiss her cheek over my shoulder. “Well I was just about to ‘come’ undone when you licked my ass. Wow, I think that and the spanking was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She aligned the tip of the cock with my pussy, tangled her hand in my hair and pulled my head up. “No, this,” she growled in my ear and slowly entered me to the hilt, “is going to be the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.”
“Ahhh…” I couldn’t stop the mewl that erupted from my lips. My cunt muscles clamped around the thick length of the rubbery toy, but she’d lubed it up so thoroughly there was no way to control it. She had all the control, and she emphasized it by fucking me maddeningly slow at first, then faster, harder. My breasts bounced and my nipples grazed the cushion. As if she’d detected it, one of her hands slid around and cupped a mound. She squeezed the fleshy part and tweaked the nipple, further intensifying the heat in my loins. Her other hand slipped around and down to wedge between my pussy and the edge of the seat. She found my clit and went to work on it with a greasy finger.
She grunted and groaned as her hips thrust against my rump. She fucked my pussy with such thorough skill, I had a hard time believing she’d never done this before. A twinge of jealousy fueled my pleasure so much, that I went wild on her.
But it didn’t seem to faze her—Melanie wanted to, and was going to be the one to stay in control. And that conclusion became clearer than ever… She removed the hand massaging my tit and probed between my ass cheek and her hip.
“Are you ready to ‘come undone’, Leslee?”
I swallowed hard, sensing the edges of orgasm reaching out for me. “I—”
“Are you?” She returned her other hand back to my nape, tangled her fingers in my hair and yanked my head back up. Her hot breath fanned my ear and made me shiver with pleasure. “Huh? Are you?”
“Yes, oh yes, I—”
Her fingers moved behind me. The ensuing buzz of the strap-on’s vibrator sounded right before the ripples crashed through my pussy. “Undone” wasn’t the word. “Shattered” came closer to describing it. Intense euphoria seized me and I held my breath in hopes it would allow me to ride the wave of it longer. Tingly warmth and a rush of exhilaration suffused my system as if I’d just injected a stimulant into my vein.
The orgasm started to level off, but it overtook me again when Melanie clutched me tighter and her body jerked behind me. A growl tore from her throat and she lightly bit my shoulder. My bliss gradually subsided. She twitched one last time then turned off the vibrator and made a path of nips and bites up to my ear.
She panted, “Ah, baby, I love making love to you.”
“Mm, you read my mind. That was amazing.”
She pulled out of me and unbuckled the toy’s straps. It went flying over her shoulder, clunked on the floor and settled under the tree. “That was just the beginn
ing—our beginning. And by the way, that won’t be the last time you play Lipstick Leslee. It makes me crazy when you take the lead and ravish me, but I do believe this’ll work now and then. What do you think?”
I crawled onto the seat and stuffed some of the pillows under my head. I gave a short laugh. “Would you quit using that lipstick term to name me? It’s so…so typecast-ish.”
Melanie took a long swig of wine and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing in a loud gulp. She snatched up a quilt, spooned up behind me and covered us up. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed my shoulder, my neck, my cheek. I could smell the potent, fruity scent of the wine on her breath. Chills raced up my body and my pussy started that deep ache and throb, foreshadowing more amazing sex to come. But at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to snuggle here with the woman I love, and chatter and stare out at the wintry night while dreaming about our new adventure ahead.
“Oh.” Melanie gasped. She propped herself up on an elbow and stared down at me, her eyes twinkling by the lights on the tree.
I jolted, my pleasant dreams momentarily severed. “My god, don’t startle me like that.” I pressed a palm to my bare chest, grazing a nipple and sending a charge to my cunt in the process. I guess we would be making love again. Those dreams would have to wait.
“I’ve got it,” Melanie said with a squeal.
I grinned. “Uh-oh, that sounds scary. How much is it going to cost us?”
“Nothing, really. Well, nothing more than we’d already planned. So you know the sign down by the road I mentioned?”
“Yes…”
She held a hand up and swept it through the air Vanna White style. “I think we should have it designed to say, Lipstick Leslee’s B&B.”
I groaned and blinked, adoring the look of girlish excitement on her gorgeous face. “Are you serious?”
“As can be. Think about it. It gives no doubt what clientele we’re targeting, not to mention Charles’ and Will’s panties will become so twisted and tight their balls’ll get choked and fall right off.”
I laughed and pulled her over on top of me. “Holy shit, I cannot get over how brilliant you are. I adore the idea, and I would love for their balls to fall off. Now shut up and put that thing back on. I want to be on my back this time. Do me missionary, would you, Mel?”
Her answer was to kiss me thoroughly and start a grinding rhythm, pussy-to-pussy. It wasn’t any time before I realized we wouldn’t need the toy. I was about to come already.
The End
About Titania Ladley
Titania Ladley is a multi-published erotic romance author and registered nurse living in the upper Midwest USA with her husband and teen son. She has been published with Ellora’s Cave since 2004 writing in various genres, including paranormal, historical, contemporary, male/male, gay/lesbian, ménage, vampire, SciFi, and light BDSM. She also writes for Ellora’s Cave under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze.
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