Shortly before one in the morning, they headed back toward the bedroom, Lydia’s hand tucked in his. It all felt so right, he couldn’t imagine her not feeling the same. Slowly, he stripped down to his boxer briefs as she watched from a few feet away. Matching his teasing pace, she slipped out of the robe and stole his breath with her bare skin. True, he had seen her naked, chained to a wall at Zion, but that was different. She had been disguised by makeup and extensions, contacts covering her remarkable and rare eyes. In his room, with nothing hiding her from him, not even a coat of Chap Stick, he felt he was seeing something she hid from the rest of the world.
They crawled into bed, and he arranged her on her side with her ass pressed against his cock and his arms tight around her chest.
“This is so strange. I don’t think I’ve slept in bed with someone since college.” Lydia shifted, trying to get more comfortable.
“Give it a few days. You’ll get used to it.” The shifting of her body against his caused a natural reaction inside his boxers. “If you don’t stay still, you are going to find yourself with a very uncomfortable body part pressed against your ass all night.”
“Mmm, maybe we’ll have to take care of that before falling asleep.” Deliberately, Lydia teased his hardening cock with her round, naked ass. She chuckled as he groaned and pressed himself more firmly against her.
“No, I said I wouldn’t fuck you tonight, and I meant it.” He banded one arm around her hips, pinning her so tightly to his front that she couldn’t possibly move an inch.
“I bet I can change your mind. I know you want me. You’ve made that abundantly clear.” Lydia snaked one of her hands down over his arms and between her thighs. Even with not being able to see from his angle, it didn’t take a genius to figure out she had slipped those fingers between her folds and was currently pleasuring herself. “I’m so wet, Damian. Don’t you want to feel how excited you’ve made me? Just the feel of your skin against my back has me ready for you.”
Even with as tight as he held her, her body still managed to shift up and down against him as she worked herself into a frenzy. “Woman, you are playing with fire here.”
“Yes, but I like the heat. I thought you knew that.” Her lower arm slid along Damian’s forearm, which rested just below her tits. Slowly, she worked her way under his hand, then moved them both toward her nipple. His hand rested atop hers as she pinched and rubbed at the peaked flesh.
Damian told himself to move his hand away, to not play into her games, but for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to listen. Instead, he stayed as still as possible, every muscle tense with the enormous amount of restraint he exerted to not flip her on her stomach and take her hard and fast.
“It’s been so long since I had a cock inside my body, Damian. I’ve been too busy for even my meaningless flings. Don’t you want to be the first cock to make me come in months?” The noises she spilled from those plump lips caused his stomach to tighten with the need to explode all over her creamy skin. But he refused to give in to the urge. That’s what she wanted, to see the evidence of exactly how much she affected him. That she could make him come in his underwear. “Do you think you could make me come as hard as I did last night?”
Without a word, Damian rolled onto his back, taking Lydia with so that she lay on top of him with her back to his chest. He bent his legs up between hers, and spread them both out so that she was splayed open. “For the first time in my life, I wish I had opted for the seventies-style mirrors over my bed so I could watch this show.” His voice was wrecked, as if he had swallowed gravel, when in reality the only thing that could affect him like this was the woman squirming on top of him.
He trailed his free hand down to rest over Lydia’s hand, which still worked between her legs. Even though his fingers did not come into contact with her pussy, he could feel the wet heat that spread over her knuckles.
“Touch me, Damian. I know you want to. Make me come.” She begged, but he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t an act, and he refused to do anything to her tonight. No, he would follow through on his word. If she wanted to come tonight, it was going to be at her own hand.
Quickly, before she could finish herself off, Damian shifted his hands from over hers and gripped the sides of his boxer briefs, tugging them down until they rested just under his ass and his cock sprang free between Lydia’s legs. Just as quickly, he returned to his previous position, with his palms covering the backs of her hands and their fingers lined up perfectly.
“I want you to make yourself come so hard your juices drip down onto my dick. I won’t touch you anymore than I am right now. But you’ll still come harder and longer than you did last night. Because the tension between us is hotter, deeper than anything you’ve experienced before.” Needing her taste in his mouth, he sucked at the back of her neck, pulling on the taut skin there until he was sure a mark would be left behind.
Lydia screamed in response, her climax starting that long upward climb.
“I want to go to sleep tonight with your cum soaked into my skin. After you’ve finished, I’ll pull my boxers back up so that it all stays trapped next to my skin. So that your essence sinks into my flesh. Then tomorrow, I am going to come inside you. No condom, so that my cum will be just as deep inside you, where it will stay.”
His words lulled her into a dirty, lust-driven state. Her fingers worked faster, and he worked to make sure his own kept up. Needing to keep her in the moment, he continued to rumble filthy words into her ear, only stopping to take another taste of her neck, her shoulder, her earlobe. He wanted her mouth, her pussy, her tits on his tongue, but this would do for tonight.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Soak me in your cream.”
With a rough jerk, Lydia shoved two fingers into her already spasming cunt, and before he could move his hand off hers, his own fingers went with. Deep moans and high screams poured from her as together they filled her tight channel. Unable to stop himself, he trapped her beaded nipples between their joined fingers, squeezing until the point of pain, then releasing them and dropping his hand to her clit where he pinched her there as well.
Lydia went off like a rocket, her body arching, then collapsing over and over, and the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Those juices he planned to feast on the next day spilled from her and fell onto his throbbing cock, mixing with the pre-cum that he couldn’t prevent from leaking out of his tip.
Neither spoke a word as she came back down from her climax. Damian wasn’t sure which of them had won at this game she was playing. But as they both slipped into deep slumbers, he knew he would gladly play along with her for the rest of his life.
