“Ride me, mylove,” her fiancé whispered, brushing back her hair with his fingertips and looking deep into her eyes.
She was sitting astride him, completely unclothed and with her hair unbound.They had already copulated ferociously up against the wall and on the floor and then on the bed.But it had not been enough.Beatrice was not sure that it would ever be enough.
So, now, Beatrice had his cock in her quim once again, and she obeyed his command.She began a slow, tantalizing pace, rolling her hips.He groaned as she did so.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he said.“I will never understand how your pussy is so perfect.So tight and—ahhh, fuck, Beatrice.”
While these words gratified her, she wanted more from him.She stopped moving and he cried out.
“Don’t stop,” he begged.
“Tell me that you’re mine,” she panted.
“I’m yours,” he said, clearly desperate for her to continue, his hands now grasping her hips.His fingertips dug into her ever so slightly.She loved the feeling that he was possessing her, grasping her, making her his own.
She rolled her hips again, lazily, letting her cunt clench and unclench over him.
“Fuck.Yes.”
But then she stopped again.
“Tell me that you’ll never belong to another.”
“I’ll never belong to another.”
She rewarded him again.In response, he moaned in such an abandoned manner that she felt herself grow even wetter on his cock.
“Tell me that you love me.”
“I love you, Beatrice.”
She moved once more, but this time he didn’t let her stop.
Instead, he took over, moving her up and down on his cock.
And he didn’t stop speaking.
“I love you and only you,” he said, moving her upwards and then down again, making her cry out at the deliciousness of the sensation.“You are everything to me.Everything.I would die for you.And I would die without you.”
“Thomas,” she cried, the sweetness of his words and his movements sending her to the edge.
“I don’t just want you, Beatrice.I need you.”
She came apart then.Her muscles clenched and unclenched over him and she was forced to steady herself on his shoulders.
“I am going to spend, my love,” he said, when she had stilled.His hands were holding her steady.
“Then spend,” she said, moving up again and back down.
He swore.“I shouldn’t.Not inside of you.”
“I want you to,” she said, still riding him up and down.He let out a hiss.
“Truly?”
Leith looked up at her, the amber of his eyes glowing.
“Yes.”
