I’m swearing at the low light that doesn’t give me enough of a view of her flesh, but I focus on her practised movements. Learning what makes her breath itch and her body tighten. After just a few circles of her clit, she’s breathing hard.
“Don’t go too fast,” I admonish. I need that show to fucking last. If this is the only time Lucie ever allows me to come near her, I need the images seared into my brain to last me the rest of my miserable existence.
Lucie slows her movements and mewls, throwing her head back before dipping a finger inside. I watch, unblinking, learning how she likes to touch herself. Slow in and out, always gliding against her clit, caressing her upper body. Her legs are open wide for me and I devour the sight of her, offering herself to my commands. It’s heady. I’m rock hard under my jeans, but I refuse to touch myself. The agony of wanting her and not having her is making me dizzy, and I love it.
“Please,” she whispers, before holding her breath. As though I’d refuse her anything.
“You don’t ever have to beg me for anything,” I say thickly. “Just tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Touch me.”
I swallow, hands clammy under my gloves. Dreams don’t even come close to the reality of touching Lucie. I won’t disappoint her.
When I stand, my legs wobble, weak at the sight of her. In two steps, I’m standing at the foot of her bed. Her movements halt, like we’re suspended in time and space. Whatever I do next will change the trajectory of our lives. I already knew I’d never let her go without knowing what she looked like naked, mad with pleasure. That knowledge is going to be my ruin. And I’d never let another person alive to see it.
I clasp my hands around her ankles and pull her down towards me, chuckling when she lets out a little yelp. Then she glares at me. I love that even more. She owns her body, confident in who she is. It’s sexy as hell.
“Keep your feet planted on the bed, and open wide for me.”
That little stare turns into a softer expression when I let my fingers graze her sex alongside hers. Despite the leather between us, I can feel how hot her pussy is. I groan. She gasps and obeys beautifully.
I long to bend down over her and kiss her luscious lips before I take her breasts into my mouth, but that would mean removing the lower half of the mask. I’m not doing it. Not yet. Not when she believes she’s letting a stranger fuck her with his fingers. Not when she isn’t even sure if this is real.
The moment I reveal who I am to Lucie, she will be begging to know who’s fucking her. Who’s protecting her. Who’s making her feel safe and cherished.
We find a rhythm, perfectly in sync as we get her closer to her climax. I can’t resist and caress one of tight nipples, playingwith it and learning each gasp and little moan she makes. When I twist and pull, her voice turns hoarse.
I pull my fingers from her pussy and direct them towards her mouth. The glove glistens under the low light and it drives my need higher. “Bite at the tip,” I tell her and she does. “Don’t drop it. Keep tasting yourself on it.” Another low moan. “Good girl.”
Removing the glove, I don’t waste time and come back to where my fingers were before. It’s my turn to moan when I reach the wetness of her cunt and inserts two digits deep inside her. Her walls clamp on them.
It’s heaven. It’s Hell. Everything I dreamt of, and more.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You’re perfect.”
I’m so far gone I don’t care if she recognises my voice. I almost want her to know who I am, who’s touching her like that, who’s going to make her come, knuckles deep into her tight little pussy. In and out while sliding against her clit I go while she presses her hands on mine. One insistent as I work her into an orgasm, and the other over where I grasp at her flesh on her thigh. She’s inviting me to dig my fingers deeper and I do.
Her moans grow louder, her pelvis chases my movements, rolling against my thrusts. My vision whitens at the edges, which I didn’t think possible since we’re in the dark. Pleasure coils at my balls, and they draw tight.
“Yes, Lucie,” I praise. “I dreamt of making you come on my hands. Of you wanton, letting a man you don’t know fuck you like the desperate girl you are. Now be a good girl and give me what I dreamt of. Come for me.”
I don’t recognise myself. I’m drunk on her, letting greed direct my words.
Lucie’s pussy pulses around my hand as she comes hard.
I follow her, clamping my mouth shut. My eyes stay riveted on my girl, lost to her orgasm. We’re both breathing hard,messy. Beads of sweat sparkle on her forehead and a blissed out expression shines on her face. I did that.
Fuck,I did that.
I also came in my pants, but so worth it.
I don’t resist the need to know what she tastes like and lift my balaclava enough to slide the two fingers that were just inside her into my mouth. I groan at her sweet and tangy taste. “You taste good, baby,” I tell her before catching the glove she let fall when she came.
“Best dream ever,” she giggles, her smile taking over her whole face, her eyes already droopy.
I don’t answer, my heart constricting with discomfort at her words. It’s not her fault. But next time, she needs to know she wasn’t dreaming. I slide the covers back over her as she starts to breathe evenly. I don’t resist the urge to kiss her temple, inhaling the scent of the woman I’m completely gone for.
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