“I liked the light impact stuff, like spanking, but it got a bit much with the toys—the paddles and floggers and stuff. One guy was into rope bondage, and I didn’t mind being tied up a bit, but he wanted to do this crazy intricate rope harness suspension stuff, and I just couldn’t relax and get into it.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs before swallowing thickly.
His eyes are back on my thigh now, which he’s gripping in his hand.
“It’s never been like this for me before though. Like you said, none of it ever meant anything to me, until you.”
Swinging my legs off the sofa, I move to straddle him, leaning against him to claim his lips in a kiss. I roll my hips into his lap, knowing that the layers of our robes will dull the intensity; but he teased me for ages in the bath, it’s his turn now. His hands grip my hips, trying to dictate my movements, so I gently place my hands over his and squeeze.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, “let me make you feel good.”
He lets out a long breath, loosening his grip on me, giving in to my pace as I roll my hips against him.
“I need to feel you, Elizabeth.”
I open our robes and rub myself along his shaft, not taking him into me yet; but letting him feel how wet I am, enjoying the slickness without any barriers between us.
“You like feeling how wet I am for you,” I ask.
He moans. “Fuck, yes.”
I reach my hand between my legs, using my fingers to gather some of my juices, before lifting them up to his mouth, teasing him with them. He quickly claims my fingers, sucking them clean, and while they’re still in his mouth I lower myself onto his cock. Slowly taking him inch by inch, until he’s all the way in.
He groans around my fingers at the sensation of me sliding onto his cock. I keep my hips still for a while, gently engaging my muscles so he can feel me squeezing him, holding him inside me.
“Elizabeth… Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
I lift my hips, sliding off his cock slowly to tease him, before lowering myself down, taking all of him. I repeat this as slowly as I can, forcing myself not to rush, letting him feel every part of me, every sensation, however much I just want to fuck myself on his cock.
He’s stopped using words, noises escape his lips; then he grabs my hair and pulls me to him, crushing me into a kiss. His tongue doing what I’m denying his cock, forcing into me, claiming me. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, but I know it’s the only way he can deal with all the other sensations he’s feeling.
I pull back. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” he cries, “Fuck, fuck me, please.”
I stop teasing him, slamming my hips down, taking him in one go, before quickly lifting and dropping down again. Building my rhythm, I guide his hands to my hips to help me,while he also uses his feet on the floor to thrust his hips up into me, matching my pace.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he pants, “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” I moan, “come inside me, fill me.”
He makes one final thrust, pulling me down with his hands; his head falling back as he moans through his orgasm, shuddering into me, followed by a few more pulses of his hips. I’m pulled against him as he pants into my shoulder, my arms holding him close while I stroke his hair with my fingers.
“Holy shit,” he says.
“You want to get a sofa like this for our place too?” I chuckle.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
We’re laughing as we stay curled up together, kissing and enjoying the lingering sensations.
Diablo
When it comes to Elizabeth, my appetite for her is never ending; she’s always laughing at me and telling me I’m insatiable, like she’s one to talk. But by the next morning in the hotel, we’re both well and truly exhausted. We’re lying in bed, and as I look around, there’s not a single surface I haven’t fucked her on—best night of my life for sure. She’s currently on the phone ordering room service after telling me we need sustenance.
“All ordered,” she says, before nestling back into my chest, her leg draped over mine and her hair gathered under my face, the vanilla scent consuming me.
“I wish we didn’t have to leave,” I say.
