Then he picked her up again, something he was getting a little too good at, and placed her on the floor on top of the towels, spreading her legs.
She was too tired, too jellified after her last orgasm to try to protest and she didn’t want to anyway. She was going to let him have his way with her and she was going to enjoy it. His way with her included some very intimate washing with his tongue, right between her legs. He sucked and licked and tongue fucked her until she was gripping onto his hair like it was her lifeline. When she came he held her hips to stop her from bucking into him and she was only aware of him, the pleasure flowing through her and the fact that she’d lost her mind.
Clearly time to get herself together wasn’t something Scott considered necessary. He held one of her legs, keeping her exposed to him and angled his hips, pressing his cock against her entrance.
He paused, grabbing another towel and putting it under her head. She didn’t care about her head or the towel, she wanted him in her minutes ago.
“Stop being so feisty.” His cock remained just resting at her opening, teasing her with the promise of making her full. “If you’re going to make those bruises worse, we’ll have to stop.”
“Scott just fuck me already,” she said, moving her hands to try and stir him on.
“Patience.” It was one word, one that made her keen in irritation and him smile smugly.
“I really need to control myself, Key. You have some serious bruises coming up. I don’t want to add to them.” He kissed her neck, slowly, softly.
She needed him to enter her, the urge so strong she wanted to cry. “I’m not bruised up there.”
He laughed with his lips still against her so the vibrations travelled down her and then slowly breached her entrance, stretching her. The burn was sweet as he pushed into her, going deep in one movement.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he said, his voice quiet. “I swear to god I could stay inside you all day just making you come on my cock.”
His movements were slow and precise. He’d already learned from her body; what she liked and how, where she needed pressure, what pace worked to get her there. She’d never doubted that he was a quick leaner and now she had proof.
He shifted his angle and took both her legs, moving her legs up high and supporting her at the back of her thighs so he could go deep.
Deep and slow, making her feel completely and utterly full.
“How does it feel? Like this?”
“Amazing. But I can’t touch you.” He was just that bit too far away for her to pull at his hair or wrap her arms around his back and it made her feel dominated. Surprisingly, she liked it, feeling like she was his doll to fuck, something she’d analyse later or maybe not.
“Just concentrate on what I’m doing then. Or play with your tits. I’m good to watch that.”
She moved her hands to them without thinking, pinching her nipples and watching him looking at her. His eyes were transfixed on her breasts as she put them together. “Would you want to fuck my tits?” she said.
“I want to fuck you everywhere.” He went even deeper and she started to see stars. “I’m going to come so fucking deep in you again. Need you there with me. Pinch your nipples hard. Imagine it’s my teeth.”
She pinched down, feeling her cunt swell, gripping him. Scott groaned and picked up speed slightly, his eyes now on hers. There was determination in his face to get her to orgasm before him but she could tell he was close.
And then she felt it start, that rare pull that sometimes happened after several orgasms. Her cheeks heated and she moaned, thrashing slightly, needing to warn him that things were about to get wet down there.
“Scott…” she whimpered, and then she came, liquid squirting from her, her nipples the size of bullets.
“Jesus.” He looked down in between them then at her flushed face and then he broke, filling her with wet heat, his cock pulsing inside her, her cunt still clenching at him greedily.
He half collapsed over her, bracing himself on his forearms and kissing her softly, nibbling at her bottom lip. Her arms went around his back, holding on to him, pressing her breasts to his chest, her nipples still rock hard.
“Can you do that every time I fuck you?” He moved up a little, looking at her intensely.
“Not every time. I should’ve warned you…”
He shook his head, his damp hair trailing on her. “Do not apologise. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. What makes you do that?”
He was still inside her and still hard. And her pussy knew it. “If I’ve come a few times already. And then the angle.”
“Does it feel good?”
He’d started to move inside her again, slowly. She didn’t think she had any bones left.
