“I’ve never been with anyone in my room,” she tells me. “It’s sacred.”
“I’m happy to desecrate your childhood bed,mon amour.”
She snickers, biting her plump lower lip.
Then she quiets. “Make love to me, Gustave.” Her voice is breathy, her pupils blown wide with lust.
“I intend to,mon amour.” I grab her by the hips,yanking her against me so she can feel exactly what she does to me. My cock throbs against her stomach.
I raise her skirt to run my hand up her thighs.
I cup her. She’s so wet. I take her panties and skirt off.
I reach beyond her and turn on her bedside lamp.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see you.”
She flushes as I spread her thighs. She’s already glistening, her pink lips swollen, her clit hard and begging for attention. I drag my fingers through her slit, making her moan.
“So tight,” I groan, shoving two fingers inside her without warning. She clenches around me, her walls pulsing, her back arching off the bed. “You been thinking about this? Thinking about my cock stretching you open?”
“Yes.” Her nails dig into my shoulders.
I pull my fingers out, slick with her juices. I taste her as she watches.
“How do I taste?” she asks, breathless.
“Like you’re mine.” I crawl up over her body.
I remove her T-shirt and pin her wrists above her head.
She arches her back. I know what she wants. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck gently.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hips bucking, grinding her soaked pussy against me. “Gustave, now. Come inside.”
It’s been months since I’ve had her, and my control is thin.
I shuck my clothes, and when I’m naked, I stroke my cock.
“Now,” she pleads, her eyes on my erection that is aching for her.
I lean over her and slap my penis against her clit, making her cry out. Then I drag the head through her soaked folds.
“Say it,” I growl. “Say you love me.”
She stills for a moment and then smiles at me. “I love you.”
“Now tell me you want me,” I urge, nipping at her chin.
“I want you.”
“How much?”
“Gustave, get the fuck inside me,” she orders.
I am laughing as I slide into her.
