I fist her elastic band. “How important are these tights to you? I’m either going to rip or come on them.”
“You said that last time, and you did neither.”
A challenge? I stand, nearly upending her onto the ground, but I catch her at the last second. “Bend over the couch.”
When she does, her skirt rides up the backs of her thighs, exposing more garter clips. I unzip my pants all the way. I haven’t had her from behind often, mainly because I like to watch her face as she comes. No time like the present. She’s just as pretty from this angle and appetizing as fuck.
I slip my hands under her blouse to grasp her breasts. She prepared for me, the scrape of her lace bra welcome against my palms. She shivers when I caress her lower back, goosebumps pebbling her skin. Slipping a finger into the elastic crotch of her panties, I say, “Next time wear white, so I canseehow wet you are.”
“White is for virgins,” she says, backing onto my hand.
“There are still so many things I haven’t done to you,” I murmur, admiring her smooth apple of an ass. “You practicallyarea virgin.”
“Tell me what things,” she says. “It’s only fair. You’ve read most of my dirty thoughts.”
“Most?” My cock strains against the confines of my underwear. I pull my shirt over my head before removing my pants.
“You think I could fit everything in one journal?” she asks.
I stroke myself and look up at the ceiling. Lord, help me. This woman is figuring out just what it takes to ruin me, and I’m not even going to try and stop her. “All right. I’ll tell you. We’ve fucked, we’ve made love,” I say. “We’ve even dry humped.”
She drops her forehead onto a cushion. “What else is there?”
I can’t go much longer like this. I’m so hard, it hurts. My balls actually pulse. “I haven’t fucked your mouth.”
“I’ve given you a blowjob.”
“I’m not talking about that.” I yank her underwear down around her thighs and suck on my two favorite fingers. “I’m talking about fucking your mouth.”
Her legs are already shaking, and I’ve barely touched her. I tease her entrance to get her as wet as possible.
“What else?” she asks.
She wants to hear more. I’ve eaten her dirty secrets like candy, and now she’s the hungry one. Maybe it’s not my hands making her wet, but the admission of what I want. Exposing myself through the ways I want to own her. “Your ass,” I say. “I’ll get that too, but later. There’s enough time for me to explore, lick, suck, and fuck every hole on your body. You can be my student, my patient, my submissive, my toy. Even my teacher. If you want those things.”
Her back expands with a deep inhale. “What else?”
Greedy, just like me. I curl my fingers inside her and massage. “Mmm. In public. Side of the road, friendly skies, beach—whatever does it for you.”
She groans. “Don’t stop.”
When I first saw Halston through the window, there’s no doubt I was attracted to her. But now that she’s bared herself to me, she’s walking sex. It isn’t just physical. It’s the way she’s let me in so deep, so fast. I’ve submerged myself in her, or she’s done it for me. “I want to fuck you as a bride,” I say, pushing the limits of the conversation as I finger her to the edge. “In a wedding dress so white, any stain would show.”
“Oh my God,” she says, writhing on my hand. “Keep talking.”
“I want to come inside you so bad. Make you mine. I want you so many ways, and one day, as the mother of my child. If you want those things.”
“Why?” she asks. “Why do you want to ruin me?”
“Just in case any other fucker tries to come along,” I say. Her pussy flutters around me. With my fingers inside her, I bear down and line my cock up to her entrance. It takes me a few seconds to get just my head into such a tight space. “To me, you’ll never be ruined, Halston. You’ll always be perfect. Am I hurting you?”
She fists the cushion and shakes her head. “Are you going to do it like that?”
I slide out a little and push deeper, the ridges of my shaft rubbing against my knuckles. “If I last long enough, yeah. Does it feel good?”
“I feel . . . tight.”
“So goddamn tight.” I flatten my other hand on her lower back and pump my hips a few times. When she moans, I flick my fingers inside her and fuck her for real. She’s shuddering in no time, making noises so foreign, I have to check to make sure she isn’t crying. She’s in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her cum, or maybe mine, seeps onto my balls, over my hand. My body reacts to the sight of it. Mid-thrust, I yank out of her and erupt all over her back, thighs, dress, stockings.
