“Please, Iz. I need to be inside you, please!” he begs. The whine in his voice sends shivers throughout my body. There is always something special about a man who begs.
Holding his shoulders, I raise my hips just enough to position his crown at my entrance.
His fingers graze between my pussy lips as he pulls my underwear aside my slickness coating his fingers, and he brings them to his mouth and sucks as I sink down onto him, his cock stretching me as my pussy pulses around him. My gaze locked with his, I lower myself slowly, inch by inch as he licks each of his fingers clean.
A soft moan escapes me. “Fuck, you fill me perfectly,” I praise. My hips settle, ass resting against his thighs, his full length buried. For one breath, we stay joined together, enjoying the moment of connection.
Then I begin. Slow, measured rolls, the gentlest ride I can give him. I want this moment to be tender, to luxuriate in his presence. His hands rest on my hips, guiding but never demanding more than I’m willing to give him. I grind my hips slowly as I lean back, my elbows resting on the lid of the piano.
The altered position has me dropping my head back in pleasure, the head of his cock dragging against my front wall and along my G spot, causing my pussy to grip his cock tight.
“Oh God, Iz. I’m so close.”
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“Do not come. Not until I say you can,” I warn, knowing full well he won't.
His jaw drops, eyes glazed with surrender.
“Look at me,” I whisper. “You’re mine. Feel how I ride you, baby. Feel me taking you deeper, inch by inch.”
His hand leaves my hip, his thumb brushing against my clit, sending sparks spiralling through me, my own release growing rapidly.
“That’s it, sweet boy,” I encourage. “Just like that. Hold on for me.”
The piano stool creaks under us, like a gentle metronome to our symphony of moans. My breathing deepens, thighs trembling on either side of him as I continue to ride him, harder now, chasing my own release.
I sit forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, taking this moment to feel his heat against me, my breasts pressed into his chest as I quicken my pace, circles becoming tighter, grinding against him.
His hands wrap around my waist, encircling me with his strength, pulling me closer. His eyes are closed, and his jaw is tight, holding his own orgasm back, a state of exquisite torture. I grip his hair hard, forcing his eyes to fly open as I stare into his almost obsidian eyes and tell him, “Come with me, baby. Now.” My voice cracks as my orgasm rips through me, feeling tension disperse from
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every part of my body. I feel like I'm floating, wrapped in warm cotton wool.
“Oh fuck,” he growls, his own release exploding within him. I feel his thick, hot cum filling me up, leaking out onto my pussy with the final rolls of my hip. The heady scent of sex fills my nostrils, and I have never been so sated. Here on my man’s lap, in our home, moving forward together.
Panting, I collapse onto his chest, my lips kissing his sweaty temple. “Perfect,” I murmur. “You were so perfect for me.”
And he really is. I could never ask for more from him.
The past week has been a little hectic, catching James up on classes and having the buzz about James and I settle down. The ability to actually be open in front of others about our relationship, even just the odd peck on the cheek as we part after lunch, is so good.
Secrecy is never good for the soul and being us, our authentic selves, means we don't carry the weight of our secrets around with us, exhausting us day in, day out. We’re free to be happy now, to love and to live our lives on our terms.
I think about what our future may entail as I unpack the last of my clothes, packing them away as I take in my new bedroom, our bedroom.
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My phone vibrates on the dresser, the sudden loud buzz pulling me out of my reverie.
I reach out, tapping the screen to see my notifications and see Vic’s message.
Vic: Time to talk? Got something I need to discuss with you. Very important. Don't ignore. Put him down. Put his dick away. Call me. Love you x x
I smile, yet a small note of concern twists in my gut at what could be so urgent and why she couldn't just message me.
I press the little phone icon and wait for her to answer.
