He spins me around and pushes me back against the wall, dropping to his knees, pulling my thighs apart and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. His hands grip my ass cheeks as he pulls me toward his face. He looks up at me, his eyes shadowed in the dark.
“Please, Iz, I need to taste you. I want to drink you in and have you come all over my face.”
I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him to me, wanting to ride his tongue until I scream my pleasure. He licks at my centre, his strokes firm. Running from back to front, circling my clit, and pushing deep inside me. His tongue-fucking starts my core tightening all over again. I can feel another orgasm starting to crash its way through my body, the tension building in my lower belly.
My grip tightens on his hair as my hips buck against his face, taking what I need from him. His long, deep moan of pleasure vibrates against my clit, and I’m gone. My whole body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, a long cry escaping my throat.
“Oh fuuuuuccccckkkkk.” My pussy clenches, pulsing, as he sucks my release from me. His tongue still runs over my clit but softer now, slower, as he brings me down gently.
Yes, Miss
He lowers my leg to the floor and sits back on his heels, looking up at me, my wetness glistening on his face. I run my fingers through his hair, stroking it out of his eyes, my whole body vibrating from two amazing back-to-back orgasms.
“You’re fucking stunning,” he says, a grin breaking out on his face.
I laugh and hold out my hand to help him up. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips, pressing small, gentle kisses along the back of my fingers.
“I would worship you every day if you’d let me,” he says, his voice low and soft.
“We’ll get to that. Come on…” I pull his hand to me, and he stands, following me up the stairs to my bedroom. I open my door and step back, showing him in. He walks in and looks around at the room as if looking for something. Seeing him in my room, in my space, feels both surreal and yet so natural.
I walk up to him and run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, my fingers slipping below the lapels of his jacket and sliding it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His hands rest at my waist, his deep, dark eyes boring into mine. His chest rises with deep, slow breaths, but his heart is pounding. The stubble on his chin adds to the dishevelled sex-on-legs look he has going on.
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“Undress for me. I want to see you.” My fingers trail down to his belt, slowly unfastening his buckle and pulling it free from his trousers.
He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor, his eyes never leaving mine. I throw the belt behind him to the bed, planning to use it later. Popping open the button at the top of his trousers, I can feel the thick head of his hard cock against my fingers. I slowly unzip him, letting my fingers rub down the underside of his shaft, feeling it twitch at my touch. I’m going to have a lot of fun with that at some point.
His breathing shudders as I run my fingers back up his hardness, swirling them around his tip. His eyelids start to close.
“Look at me. Eyes open,” I command.
His eyes shoot open as he bites his lower lip, his chest flushing with arousal. I hook my fingers in his boxers and slide them down his thick, strong thighs, his cock springing free of the waistband, the tip glistening with precum.
Oh, how I want to taste it, feel him filling my mouth to the back of my throat, tasting his saltiness on my tongue, driving him to the point of maddening frustration before letting him come. My core clenches with the thought of it.
Yes, Miss
“Undress me, but don’t touch me. Do you understand? Your fingers are not to touch my skin.” I rise to stand in front of him.
His brow creases in confusion as his hands start with the shirt buttons. An intense look of concentration plays upon his features as he focuses on keeping the clothing away from my skin. The shirt slides from my shoulders, and his gaze drops to my skirt. His deft fingers fumble with the zip at my hip, dropping it when they brush my skin, his eyes shooting to mine. I smile and nod, urging him to continue. The zip slips open, and my skirt drops to the floor, leaving me standing in just my black satin bra and thong.
I place my hands on his chest and push him back towards the bed until he falls onto the mattress. I straddle his hips, lowering myself down to sit at the top of his thighs, his cock hard and standing up between my thighs. I reach for the belt and hold it up to show him.
“I want you to sit up and put your hands behind your back for me.” He pushes himself up to sit, and I kneel up to move behind him. I wrap the belt around his wrists and pull, making sure they’re secure.
My hands move round to his broad, thick chest, the fine covering of dark hairs coarse under my fingertips. His large, solid body makes me want to break him in the most delicious of ways, this big bear of a man, begging for relief
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and pleasure only I can grant him. I run my fingers over his scalp and grip his hair, pulling gently.
“Tell me, James. Do you want me to suck your cock? Run my tongue up and down it, take it deep, and make you moan for me?”
He lets out a low moan that vibrates through his chest. “Please, Iz.”
“Is that a yes or a no? Use your words.”
