My hand moves under the silk and between her legs. I stroke her clit, which causes a low moan to escape her lips.
“Up and down,” I say. “As hard as you can stand.”
Her eyes hold mine, and she leans forward. Her soft lips brush mine before they press down. The mint of toothpaste is the strongest flavor, but beneath it there’s cola and her own sweetness.
The blood pounds in my head and my groin. I want to fuck her, but I also want to consume every inch of her. My hips twist instinctively, and she pulses around me.
“Ride me,” I murmur into her open mouth.
She continues to kiss me in a slow, tantalizing way. Until I can’t take the unintentional tease of it.
My hands slide to her hips, and I start to force her down onto me. Her mouth escapes with a gasp, and she grabs my arms.
“Oh, careful. That’s as deep—.”
I drag her lower and an anguished groan emerges as she tries to rise up. I guide her upward, but before she’s ready I pull her back down, driving into her until I bang against her womb.
Her body bows forward over my chest. “Easy.”
I grip her ass cheeks and grind her forward and back. Her face drops lower, and she kisses my neck. The feel of her warm lips on my skin is unbelievably good. The kiss is tantalizing, and raw and sweet.
“Take off the nightgown.”
Her hips circle, pressing her clit against my flesh.
Pinching her ass causes her head to rise, and she gives me an indignant look.
“Get it off, Arya. I want you naked.”
She reaches down and catches the fabric and then raises it up and over her head.
“Now feed me your nipple.”
Her breath turns coarse as she raises her breast to press the tip into my open mouth. My lips and teeth close around it as I suck. The pebbled flesh and the hard metal of the ornament rub against my tongue.
The piercings are sexy. I’d like to replace the barbells with rings that I could hook to a collar around her throat. Forcing her to play a sex slave would turn us both on.
My cock surges in and out of her as she glides forward and back. My finger strays into her cleft. When I rim her asshole, she slides forward as though she’ll make me chase it.
Moving my head, so her breast slides out of my mouth, I say, “No.”
Her rhythm grows hard and fast, but when I touch her little hole, she scoots forward and buries her face in my neck. My left hand pushes against her upper thigh to hold her in place as my right index finger punctures her ring. Her body goes still.
There’s no lube on my finger, and my hands are huge. I wait to see if she’ll complain that it hurts. Her breath against my neck is choppy.
“Be good,” I say in a husky voice as my finger pushes deeper into her ass.
Her small groan is muffled against my throat.
“Get moving. Don’t stop again until I come.”
Her lithe body shifts against mine, her skin as silky as her nightgown was. Then she starts to grind again, moving up and down with my cock inside her.
“Fuck yes. More,” I order.
The rhythm becomes frenetic, with her inner walls squeezing me the entire time. Her body is fantastic in this position. Arya’s the perfect mix of strong and soft. Her tits bounce, drawing my gaze, but below the waist what I appreciate is her stamina and how hard she can take me inside her.
We’re both panting. I strain, feeling the tightness along the wound in my back. I don’t care. All I want right now is to come.
