“What’s this?” he asked. He raised my leg and nipped at my anklebone. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I need—” I panted and moved my hands to my breasts.
As I started to rub my palms over my nipples, he groaned. “So do I,” he whispered.
Before I could even think about what was happening, he tugged me down, pulling me fully off the mattress, so I was straddling his naked lap. I could feel his steely-hard cock pressed between our bodies as I gripped his shoulders. I arched my hips closer to him, imploring him to come inside of me.
“I was going to take it slow this morning, Beauty,” he growled in my ear as his hands stroked up my back. One of them found its way into my hair, gripping it and tugging it, so my neck was bared to him. His lips found the spot right at the base of my throat, and he sucked on it hard, the sting of pain making my pelvis flex and buck, seeking what was throbbing between us.
“I was going to take it slow and easy, but I can’t,” he said.
He shifted me, raising me a little. I felt him reach down between us, and then the tip of his cock was there, pressing up against my wet entrance.
“I just fucking can’t.” He moaned into my chest as he pulled me down.
His cock delved deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, holding me still on top of him.
My arms were wrapped around his neck, and my breasts had to be close to his mouth. When he told me to open my eyes, I felt his breath tickle across my nipples.
“What do you see?” he asked.
At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant.
As he held me tight against his body, my breathing accelerated. My arms and thighs were firmly wrapped around him, securing my pussy’s grip on his frustrated cock.
“What do you mean?” I moaned. I was desperate to move and satisfy this hunger.
“I mean, tell me what you see, the way you see it, in here.” He kissed my temple.
That was when it hit me. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, and I wanted to do it. Smiling, I released my hold around his neck, bringing my hands up to his face, where I started at his hairline. I smoothed my fingertips along his forehead and spoke to him as I went along.
“I see you frowning, maybe from concentration because your cock is in me, and you want to move”—I stopped when I heard his breath leave on a low groan—“hard.”
“Jesus.”
I felt my tight heat contract, fisting him as he throbbed inside of me. Bringing my hands down to run them lightly over his nose, I told him how sexy and strong I knew his face would be. As my fingers reached his lips, I stopped and leaned down, my tongue following the path of my finger.
In a low breath of air, I told him, “Your lips are sexy. The top one is thinner than the bottom, and it has a dip here in the center, like a bow. But it’s this bottom lip that I dream about. This is what I imagine biting as you thrust into me over and over again. Your lips are perfect, and they drive me out of my mind every time you put them on me.”
The anguished sound that rumbled from his throat thrilled me. I felt his hands slide down my back, where he began tracing those imaginary marks on my skin again.F-holes.Suddenly, I thought about his fingers and where they had flirted before, but he nipped on my fingertips, bringing my attention back to my task.
“Where was I?” I asked softly. I felt those lips smirk against my fingers.
“I’m not sure, you naughty woman. You disappeared for a moment.”
Feeling seductive and playful, I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Yes. I was thinking about F-holes.”
“Fuck me, Chantel. Hurry up.”
I laughed softly at the sexual power I possessed. His hips shifted again as he held on to his control, which, I had to now admit, was pretty impressive.
Getting back to the game at hand, I ran my fingers down over his neck. “I see a strong neck with a sexy bump here, and I know that’s what makes your voice so sinful and deep. Just hearing you say the wordpaintmakes me wet.”
“Really?”
“Hmm,” I responded. I rocked my hips on his, feeling his shaft slide deeper.
