He wrapped both arms around her and held her tightly, his cock pulsing and straining with tremors of pre-release. Oh shit, he wasn’t going to come like this. Not this first time. Not yet. He wanted more. For both of them. Against his chest her pants turned to sobs as her thighs ground down on his. Goddamn, she was perfect. Perfect. He rubbed her spine soothingly, easing her down, knowing the trip back up would be that much faster, that much more intense for the delay.
Her jaw muscles eventually relaxed. With a soft moue of apology, her teeth left his flesh. He tipped her head back, kissing her mouth with all the passion driving him, letting her know they weren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
“Why did you stop?” she moaned into his mouth.
He gave her the truth. “Because I needed to.”
“That was so good. So good,” she sighed.
“Very, very good and now it’s time to try some other things that will feel good.”
Jessie licked the bite marks on his chest, her tongue lingering in the indentations, “Can’t they wait for another day?”
Mac kissed the top of her head and pushed her off his lap with a smile as she stood there and swayed, still dazed. “No.”
“Turn around. Let me see your ass.” She stood there and blinked at him a couple times, but then she turned with an entrancing shyness that flooded him with tenderness. His gaze dropped to her rear. The plump cheeks were red and quivering. He touched the right one. Jessie gasped and her whole body shuddered. The woman was nearly on the brink of an orgasm. And not shy about going for it he realized as her arm reached around the front of her body. She jumped guiltily when he touched her shoulder, confirming what he knew she’d been planning on doing.
“Don’t touch yourself. I’ll get you off when you’re ready.”
“Trust me, I am so ready.”
The spark of dry humor pulled a smile past the tight grasp of desire. And also warned him he needed to get back into the command seat. “Good, now bend over and take off those shoes.”
She hesitated.
“Yes,” he answered her unspoken concern. “If you do that I’m going to be able to see every damn beautiful inch of you.” And he was looking forward to it. He unzipped his jeans. By the time she had the first shoe off, he had his cock in his hand and was stroking along its length. She peeked at him from between her legs. Any doubts he had that he was taking her too fast down this road were wiped out by her slow, satisfied smile. Damn, she had a killer smile. His cock pulsed and a bead of pre-come dripped over the top. Her smile broadened as the second shoe hit the floor.
More come welled. He grasped the shaft just beneath the head and squeezed. “If you wiggle that ass enough as you step the rest of the way out of those pants, I’ll let you have a taste.”
Her eyebrows rose, and she laughed. More fluid spilled onto his hand. Guess he wasn’t fooling anybody with that comment. They both know he’d been dying to have her mouth on him since the other night. Still, she didn’t let the knowledge diminish her performance. She wiggled that ass back and forth like a pro as she slid the jeans the rest of the way down her thighs. When they were off, she tossed her braid over her shoulder and sent him a questioning glance. She stood there, the garter belt showcasing the soft flesh of her thighs bulging temptingly over the top of her thigh-high stockings, her recently spanked ass glowing beautifully beneath the hem of her waist-length T-shirt.
“Put the heels back on.”
She did, with the confidence of a woman sure of her appeal in every move.
“Come over here.”
She did, just not in the way he expected. Slowly, one step at a time, she backed toward him, swaying her hips with each, until she was between his thighs. Then she was sitting back, way back, her buttocks settling over his lower abdomen, his cock poking out between her thighs. Her juices immediately soaked his shirt. He instinctively scooted down, making room for her and as he did, she leaned forward and took the wide head of his cock into her mouth.
“Son of a bitch!”
Her tongue swirled over the circumference, lapping at the slit, wiggling between his fingers and the shaft, searching out all the silky fluid she could find. When she’d lapped him clean, she pursed her lips over the slit and sucked. Hard. Pleasure so intense as to be agony shot up his spine. His vision blurred. His balls drew tight. He pushed her off before he could come, anchoring her beside him with his hold on her wrist. As soon as he caught his breath, he realized she’d done it again. She’d taken control. He shook his head at her smug smile.
“You still want to come?” he asked.
“Oh yes.”
He patted his jeans-covered thighs. “Then come here.”
She went to sit and he shook his head. She hesitated. No doubt now that the excitement was fading she was having second thoughts about picking up where they’d left off. With those heels, all it took was a simple yank to have her off balance. She tumbled down. He caught her, shifting her forward so most of her body was beyond his lap, and she had to support her weight on her hands. He lifted her thigh so his cock rested against her pussy, her thighs and mound were dripping wet. He spread her labia around his cock, pulling the flesh back so that her clit pressed firmly against the base of his shaft.
He then dipped two fingers into the copious fluids leaking from her pussy and spread them around her anus before tucking one finger inside. It was easier this time he noted as the powerful little muscles welcomed him. He left his right hand on her buttock.
“This time you’re going to get us both off,” he told her.
“How?” The word was an airy, breathless exclamation of anticipation.
“I’m going to spank these sweet cheeks, and you’re going to squeeze those thighs and pump that ass in time with me until we both come.”
Her muscles tensed. “I’m not sure—”
He didn’t let her finish. He made the first slap sharp, ensuring she jerked, up and then down, dragging her clit along his shaft and driving his finger deeper into her ass. Her moan echoed his. He slapped her again. Lighter, this time. Enough to tease and let her catch the rhythm, which she did with ease. Her thighs locked him to her with such force, if she hadn’t been so wet, she would have hurt them both.
She wiggled and pumped. He slapped and teased. When her neck flushed again and her breath started breaking into sporadic gasps he got serious. He added another finger to the one tucked into her ass. He gave her a moment to adjust to the stretching and then started fucking her hard, alternating blows with pushes of his fingers, each time going deeper, taking her further, judging what she needed from the way she thrust back against him her breathless cries mingling with his low moans.
“C’mon, honey girl, take what you need,” he coaxed. “C’mon, squeeze my cock. Fuck my fingers with that tight ass. Harder, baby. Harder.”
She was wild now, bucking on him, her hands locked on the rung of the chair, pushing back into his blows so it was the tip of his cock that slid across her clit, his cock leaking come on every pass, bathing the turgid nub with soft silky liquid. Her butt swung eagerly into every spank. Sweat dripped off both of them as he tried to hold back, and she struggled to come. With every blow, every thrust, she kept chanting “More” alternating it with a moaned “Please.” As her clitoris ground furiously down on his cock again, he added a third finger to her ass, working all three deeper as she cried “More.”
He gritted his teeth as the pressure in his balls grew too painful to contain. Shoving his fingers to the hilt in her tight channel, he came, his seed wrenching from his body in an agonizing burst. As the first hot splash hit her clitoris, Jessie screamed, her body bucked violently and she orgasmed, one hand whipping between them, holding his cock so that every spurt, every drop struck her hungry clit.
He dropped his head back against the chair and groaned with understanding through the intensity of his release. All she’d needed to come was for him to.
With a final jerk, he gave her the last of his seed. In one smoo
th move he withdrew his fingers and turned her over, tumbling them both to the floor, catching his weight on his elbow, his palm under her head protecting her from the hard tile. She stared at him, her eyes dreamy and replete. She reached between them and touched her pussy. Her eyes drifted closed.
“I can feel your seed.”
He just bet she could. It felt like she’d dragged a gallon out of him. He nudged her knees apart with his. He knelt between her thighs. He dipped his fingers in the wet curls surrounding her womanhood. She was swollen and hot. Wide open and ready. He swirled his finger around her distended clit and then brought it to her mouth.
“Taste.”
As she sucked his finger into her mouth, lapping from his flesh the remnants of their release, he lined his cock up with her vagina, nestling the sensitive head into the tiny well, applying enough pressure to keep it there. He pulled his finger from her mouth. She let it go with a regretful pop. Walking his hands up her body, pausing only to nip the hard poke of her nipples through her shirt, he brought his face level with hers. He kissed her mouth, enjoying the feel of her smile against his lips before whispering, “Open your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s time to get serious.”
Chapter Seven
He nudged his cock against her. Her eyes stayed closed. A dreamy smile curved her lips. She draped her arms lazily across his shoulder as she shifted her hips in greeting. His shaft jerked. Her pussy twitched again, kissing the head with a dainty flex of inner muscles. She felt small and delicate against him like this. Far too delicate to have romped with him like they’d just done. But she had. And he had. And as that dreamy smile spread, her tongue came out to stroke over her lips, leaving them wet and shining, and he was ready to go again.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Are you paying attention?”
“Um-hum.”
He sighed, making it sound like he was disappointed. “Don’t tell me you’re going to be one of those women who once they come, just rolls over and falls asleep.”
She cracked her right eye. “I’m considering it.”
“And here I thought we had all night.”
Her left eyelid lifted enough that he could glimpse the glimmer of green through her thick lashes.
“All night?”
He brought his right hand to her breast, and teased her nipple through her shirt. “That was my plan.”
Her torso lifted, bringing her breast fully into his palm. “I thought men needed recovery time?”
“Depends on the partner.”
“And with me?”
“I’m pretty much continually cocked and ready to go.”
He could tell that pleased her from the way her smile stretched wide open.
“I like that.”
“So do I.” He traced her smile with his tongue, pausing here and there to dip into the moist interior of her mouth, tempting himself with her unique flavor.
She opened her eyes fully. “So what do you have planned next?”
He brushed a hair off her temple with the tips of his fingers. Her skin was so soft and smooth, so he did it again just for the pleasure of feeling their differences. She was so intensely feminine that she put him on testosterone overload.
“I thought I’d see how you like the more conventional approach.”
He pressed down with his hips, a gentle hint for her to relax.
She shifted beneath him as the floor pressed into her buttocks.
“Problem?”
“Certain parts of me are a little sensitive,” she admitted with a slight flinch.
“Hmmm, then I guess you’ll have to accommodate.”
“I’llhave to accommodate?”
“Uh-huh.” He was unfazed by her frown. He knew the physical reminder of what they’d shared excited her. The proof covered the crown of his cock. “You just push up when I push down and it’ll work out just fine.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she pouted at him.
“Then you’ll take a little pain with your pleasure.” Her pussy clenched against him, and her breath caught. “Just the way you like,” he added with a smile.
Her lower lip slipped between her teeth.
“Is there a problem?”
She frowned and flicked a worried glance at him. “I wasn’t sure about how I should feel about liking that.”
“But now?”
“I’m just not sure how you feel about it.”
“In case you didn’t notice, I wasn’t exactly hesitant about spanking that gorgeous ass of yours.”
The frown disappeared. “You think my ass is gorgeous?”
“Not to mention eminently spankable.”
Her smile chased away the last of her uncertainty. “So you might want to spank me again?”
“I think you can pretty much plan on it.” He tugged on her shirt.
As she pulled it over her head she asked, “When?”
“Whenever the spirit moves me.” He slipped a finger under the thin strap of the sheer lace bustier. “I like this.”
“I was hoping you’d like the way it pushes my breasts up.”
He smiled, sliding his finger down the strap, along the lace demi-cups until he could snuggle it into the deep well of her cleavage.
“Have I mentioned I like the way you think?”
“But you like me for my body first, right?”
He slid his finger over to her left nipple. It was a small, hard pink pebble in the midst of a lace rosette. She shivered when he scraped it with his knuckle.
“Why your body first?”
“Well, as my goal is a white-hot affair, I don’t want you getting bogged down in mental gymnastics.”
“But I can get into all the physical ones I want?”
Her hips shifted on the hard floor. “Oh yeah.”
“Good.” He skimmed his hand over her stomach, across her hipbone and around her hip. She lifted instinctively, shoving her pussy at his cock, teasing him with the slightest of entries. He curved his palm over her buttock. Her ass was still hot to the touch from her spanking. Her flesh molded to his palm as eagerly as her gaze sought his.
“It’s time to get serious,” he said again, answering the question he could see in her eyes.
“How?”
He curled his fingers into the firm muscle of her cheek and squeezed. She gasped. Her pussy clenched and then warm cream bathed his cock. He smiled. He had a feeling she’d like that.
“Bring your knees up.” He helped her with the right one, sliding his hand down her thigh, drawing her leg up and out as he did. “Higher,” he ordered, when she stopped too soon. Sitting back on his heels, he removed her right shoe and then her left.
“Wider,” he ordered when she tried to keep her knees discreetly closed. When her heels were practically even with her hips, but out to the side, he said, “Good.”
With her heels that close to her body, she couldn’t keep her hips on the floor. They hovered suspended from the bridge of her feet and shoulders.
“This isn’t comfortable,” she informed him a little shakily.
Mac didn’t imagine it was, but it was damned arousing to see her like that. Open and displayed for his pleasure. “Consider it a bit of those gymnastics I’ve got license to indulge in.”
Her pussy was in clear view, the inner lips swollen and distended, their color a hungry, eager red. The curls covering her mound were wet with their combined releases. Her inner thighs soaked with fresh cream. The line from her vagina to her anus was hidden from his view at this angle. Her feet shifted. She was getting uncomfortable with his perusal. He met her gaze through the frame of her splayed thighs. Hers shifted away. He sighed.
“Look at me.”
She did, but it was the most hesitant of flicks.
“Again and hold it.”
She did with obvious difficulty. He touched her thigh gently as he said, “This is another thing you’ll have to get used to.”
“What?”
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��Showing yourself to me whenever I want.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Says who?”
He met her challenge with calm, trailing his hand up her thigh. “Says me.”
“Whenever you want?”
“Whenever I want.” He curved his hand over the flex of her knee.
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