I let my hand trail the length of her body from the end of her ass to the tip of her shoulder. Her skin felt invitingly soft and smooth, radiating warmth. She quivered as I continued to caress her softly, her goosebumps rising beneath my fingertips. With my hand still fisted in her hair, I controlled her head more, pulling her closer. My tongue gently tangled with hers, tasting the sweetness of the cantaloupe she'd just eaten.
I wanted her. I had always wanted her. She was like a high I couldn’t get enough of. I couldn’t get away from the all-consuming love I had for her. No longer interested in teasing her, I let go of her hair and picked her up by her ass.
She happily wrapped her legs around my torso as I laid her on my small kitchen table. The one I used to eat breakfast at by myself. Now I would eat Lisa instead. I pulled the chair out, sitting before her. My hands parted her legs, showing me her glistening center. My tongue licked my lips, ready to devour her.
I dug in, licking the entirety of her slit. I sucked at her clit, hearing a gasp leave her lips. She played with her breasts as I continued to lick and suck at her. I inserted a finger, circling it around inside her. She moaned stronger, pinching at her nipples as her hips swayed.
She was perfect.
Bringing her pleasure brought me pleasure, turning me on further. My dick throbbed in my pants, wanting to take her. Since I got to do what I wanted, I would do just that. I gave her one last lick before I stood from my chair. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees, pressing the head of my dick to her entrance. She locked eyes with me for a moment, telling me everything she wasn’t saying.
Fuck me good.
25: More Than One Way
Lisa’s P.O.V.
We started on the kitchen table, but that wasn’t where we ended. My hands were bound by one of my soft silk scarves Davis made into an impromptu bind. He was being creative, trying new things, since I told him he could do what he wanted. I enjoyed seeing him think, seeing what some of his fantasies were. It helped that everything he had done so far had brought me immense pleasure.
“Are you sure you’re okay for me to keep going?” Davis asked again. He’d gotten worried as we continued that I would be too sore, or that I was already hurting and not saying a word.
“I promise I’m fine, more than fine. Please, Davis, keep going.”
That was all the permission he needed as he gripped my hips firmly with his large, rough hands. He penetrated me deeply into this position, which allowed him deeper access than I thought possible. He pounded into me hard, making his balls hit my clit with each hard thrust, and grabbed my hair again, pulling back on it so that I had to look up. It didn’t hurt, but it showed he was in charge in a way. I liked it more than I thought I would.
I’d already had about four orgasms. The last one being so intense I couldn’t move without my clit feeling like it would burst. Davis was on a whole other level right now, but I could see him tiring. He thrust deeper and harder into me, causing me to yell in absolute pleasure. The smack of his balls against me had my toes curling with each thrust. He was close. I could tell by the way he was grunting. I felt the burst of his seed as he stilled, buried deep inside me.
“Thank you for my gift, Lisa.”
He kissed my shoulder before plopping onto the bed beside me. In the position we had been in, he couldn’t stay like he normally liked. Unless he wanted to crush me with his weight.
“Thank you for mine. Want to go for a ride?” I asked him excitedly.
He gave me that deep chuckle, the one that rumbled in his chest and made my heart flutter. He brushed my cheekbone lightly with his thumb, staring at me admiringly as he undid my binding.
“Of course, I do. I love it when you drive.”
I smiled brightly at him, glad that he didn’t mind sitting on the back. I knew a few too many men, Lucas included, who hated to sit in the back. They felt it was degrading as a man. Although, with Lucas, it was just that he had to be in control of any bike or vehicle he was in. His was more trauma than ego.
“Let’s shower and go. We can visit Izzy in her new house. You never did tell me how she liked it when you gave it to her.”
“She punched me pretty hard, but then she hugged me real tight and ran inside.” He laughed at the memory and it made me smile.
“Sounds about right.”
Izzy was an interesting girl.
“I thought you didn’t mind me driving the bike,” I complained to Davis, dropping the keys in the bowl by the attached garage door. He had been gripping me tightly all the way back home from Izzy’s.
“I don’t, but I do mind when you’re being reckless,” he snapped at me.
Is this a fight?
“I was not being reckless. I was just having some fun.”
“Lisa, if you’re going to drive like that, I’m going to have to take the bike back.” He was making me feel like a child.
“Davis Erik Havard!” I yelled his full name, so he knew how badly he messed up. “I am not a child. You can’t ground me like one. I’m your girlfriend, your equal. Don’t try to tell me what I can and cannot do!”
