“I think I was as big a part of the foreplay as you were,” she says, licking her lips salaciously. “And orgasm wasn’t that far away.” She grins.
I have no idea how everything happens so quickly but before either of us can say another word I have taken her hands in mine and pulled her to her feet. She stares at me like I am a mad man, and I am. She is driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I quickly spin her around so that she is facing the wall then bend down to slide her pants down her hips and legs before helping her to step out of them.
“Keep your shoes on.” We might need some help with the height difference.
I reach for my trousers to find a condom and by the time I’m standing I have already torn the foil wrapper open so that when the time comes, I am ready to sheath myself.
“Put your hands flat on the wall and spread your legs, Cupcake.”
She complies without hesitation which pleases me immensely. I can’t quite believe the image of her waiting expectantly. Her bare sex mine for the taking and I fully intend to do precisely that.
“Lower your hands,” I demand and in doing so her behind comes away from the wall as she ends up in a bent position that reveals her glistening pink entrance.
With a step forward she’s close enough to touch. What I go with is to run my hand along her spread cheeks and moistening centre. My middle finger slips into her with ease, and I gasp almost as loudly as she does when her body clenches around my digit.
“Foreplay,” I say as I begin to pump my finger in and out before adding a second.
“Yes, shit!” she cries as my pace quickens and I find her G-spot. “Fuck, please,” she pleads.
“Orgasm before fuck!” I correct her with false sternness in my tone.
She lets out a little whimper that turns into a near growl when my thumb skims up to find her clit.
“Oh yes, please,” she implores but her begging is unnecessary because I have no intention of stopping until she is coming apart and then I am going to fuck her.
With my free hand I reach around her body and find a large pendulous breast hanging beneath her and cup it gently at first and then more firmly as I hone in on her nipple that is stiff and beading. As I pinch and torment it, I feel her edging closer to release with her insides pulsing more tightly and her breathing becoming louder and ragged.
“Hard, pinch me harder,” she whines.
I am only too happy to oblige because she is beyond sexy when she is horny, desperate, and about to come. My face is beaming at her words, her demand, but then I wonder just how she’ll take to my sexually arrogant and bossy persona.
“Ask me nicely, Cupcake,” I insist and am startled by her response.
“Please pinch me, hard,” she gasps. “I’ll do anything, I promise.”
There is no way I can deny her now. Immediately I slip a third finger inside her whilst continuing to manipulate her clit, but now I am pressing more firmly into the soft fleshy tissue and then, finally I pinch her nipple hard enough that I half expect her to cry out in pain. She doesn’t. Her cries are of simple, unadulterated pleasure as she is rocked sideways by her orgasm. Her pussy is squeezing me so tight I think she may cut off my circulation.
Once I have eased her down, I reposition her slightly and once fully covered with the condom I slide into her. My hands find her hips that I grip tightly enough that she might just have bruises tomorrow.
“Stroke your pussy, come with me,” I tell her as I pick up pace.
One hand immediately leaves the wall and heads south and we are surrounded by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and our laboured breathing. I won’t last much longer at the relentless pace I have set but I am powerless to slow down as I chase my release.
“Come on, babe,” I implore and as if on cue Anita is coming.
Her screams and cries as her body quivers and quakes can probably be heard beyond the confines of the room but right now, I couldn’t care less because I am coming, longer and harder than I can ever remember and I have a really, really good memory.
Once we are a little calmer, I help Anita to move back into a more upright position. I am still inside her and can feel myself stiffening for round two, but I know we should probably talk first, establish some boundaries. Maybe I could invite her out on a date kind of thing before returning to the reception. My body is still blanketing hers and I am pretty sure she can feel my new erection forming inside her.
“Bloody hell, Stud really is an appropriate name for you, isn’t it?”
We both laugh until the sound of the room door opening startles us both. Our heads snap in unison to see my brother coming into view and whilst we are shocked by his sudden appearance, he is absolutely fucking stunned by ours.
“Mase,” we hear Liv say in a very sultry tone as he comes to a dead standstill.
My instinct is to cover Anita’s mouth to stop her speaking and outing us. Mase’s is to give me a death-defying stare followed by a shake of his head at what we’ve done, maybe where we are and that leaves me in no doubt that I am in the shit. If Liv makes it into this room and sees us, I have no doubt that he will kill me, especially if she revokes the consummation of their marriage tonight.
“Baby,” Mase says whilst still staring at me and Anita who is crimson and trying to hide her shame covered face from view.
