He redoubled his efforts, stroking his hand over her curves and up her side to cup her breast. Her body tensed in his arms as she arched against his hand and his mouth.
He growled in her ear, “You want this?”
“Well, yeah, of course. But those guys might be waiting for us to eat lunch.”
Tristan picked her up from under her armpits, and she gave a little whoop but wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, just as he’d intended. He walked over to his bed and tossed her on it.
She bounced on the mattress, giggling, and he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back so that her legs were hanging off the side.
From that vantage point, looking down at her back, the view of her round ass was spectacular.
Tristan grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged, but it didn’t give. They were not the stretchy kind. With an arm slipped under her waist, he pulled her up to her hands and knees and reached around her waist to unfasten her shorts.
Colleen rose up and backward so she was standing on her knees, her fingers sliding through his hair and her arms wrapping around his neck as she bowed.
As he looked down her shirt from behind her head, her cleavage formed a cleft, and Tristan wanted to have her there, too. Her entire body was soft and yielding, attracting his hands and his skin and his tongue and his cock.
He fumbled unbuttoning her shorts but managed to slip the tiny disk through the hole.
Colleen stage-whispered, “What if they’re waiting down there for us?”
He growled against her shoulder, “Use your safewords if you want me to stop.”
“I wouldn’t want to keep them waiting,” Colleen said, grinding her butt against his cock through his pants.
Ah, his little was enjoying protesting today. This could be fun.
Tristan shoved her shorts and panties down to her knees and slid one hand down her stomach to press one finger between the lips of her pussy, and he squeezed her breast with his other hand. “They’ll wonder where we are,” he growled. “Maybe they’ll know. Maybe they’ll guess what I’m about to do to you. Maybe they’ll be horrified, thinking about how I’m going to take you with your face in the bed and your ass in the air, and you’ll scream when you come, and maybe they’ll hear you.”
She gasped with real horror, not kidding around anymore.
He took the occasion to slip one finger inside of her and run his thumb around her clit. She was already so slippery, so wet that his fingers and palm were drenched with her.
Excellent.
He ran his teeth over her trapezius muscle next to her neck, just hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise. “Maybe I’ll leave marks on you so they’ll know.”
When she stiffened at that thought, Tristan pulled his hands away and shoved her forward on the bed, grabbing her shorts and panties and dragging them off her feet. He stepped forward and used his knees to pry her legs apart whilst he unfastened his pants. “They’re probably waiting down there right now, wondering where we are, and they won’t know that you’re up here with me and I’m railing you from behind, watching your luscious ass.”
He grabbed a condom out of his nightstand drawer because they were in his house now, slapped it on, and leaned over her, running his cock through her folds and getting close to her ear as he whispered, “Tell me your safe words.”
“Red and yellow,” she whispered. “But I’m not saying them.”
He pushed her knees off the bed so that her feet were hanging over the side, and she essentially had no traction to be able to move away from him.“Good girl.I’m going to have you now. I’m going to bury my cock in you, and you’re going to take it like a good girl.”
He found her center and pressed himself in with slow, insistent pressure that he knew would make her feel small and helpless as he invaded her.
Colleen stretched under him, and his cock sank into her. Ripples of pleasure ran up the conduits in his body.“That’s it.That’s agood girl.Take it.Ah, that’s good.”
He closed his eyes as her wet softness surrounded his dick, pushing in farther until his hips were pressed against her ass.
She was panting, her ribs heaving, and he was all the way inside her.
He withdrew and pressed in again, working her. “Yeah,that’s it.Take it all. You’re mygood girl,and I’ll take you any way I want.”
Her fingers curled on the bedspread.
“Say it,” he said, keeping the pace slow. “Tell me you’re my good girl.”
