“How am I looking at you?” She wished she could see herself, somehow understand what he saw.
“Like you have an itch that only I can scratch. Take your jeans off.”
She moved slowly, wanting to prolong this part where the need grew exponentially until they worked their way into an explosion that would make her see a galaxy.
Jonny’s eyes feasted on her as she exposed skin, pulling her panties down with her jeans.
He’d sat back, watching her show, his eyes making her feel like a banquet of all his favourite foods.
“Are you wet for me, Rayah?”
She spread her legs allowing him to see where she knew she’d be glistening. The looks he would give her were often enough on their own to make her feel that she was all of his cures.
He kept his pants on, moving closer to her, his hand drifting up the inside of her leg, passing by where she needed it most.
“Hold onto the bed while I make you come.”
She didn’t want to disobey. After this week, the child, the fire, the feeling that they would never be more than friends, it all needed wiping away and leaving something baser, more basic. Leaving her needful.
His hand cupped her sex, pressing against her to apply pressure to her clit. She let out a moan, needing more, but instead he moved his hand away.
“Tits first.”
Jonny straddled her, the rough material of his jeans hard against her skin. Then his mouth met her breast and he started to nip and lick and suck, making her nipples stiffen and crave more. More of him, more of everything he could provide.
He shifted to the other breast, his hand replacing his mouth on that one and she jerked her hips, trying to encourage him to move there, where she needed it most.
She felt the vibrations of his chuckle as he ignored her urging, instead slowing down his ministrations. Wetness dried under the warmth of the room as his mouth travelled down her body, finding spots she’d never found tender before and then he was there, his tongue running from her wet centre up to her clit and then he sucked, the pressure what he had discovered was the perfect pitch.
She came with a cry, a call that she couldn’t suppress and she clung on hard to the headboard as her body jerked between Jonny and the sheets. He held her as the spasms subsided and she regained her breath, giving her one last lick and eliciting another cry from her.
“You ready for more?”
She nodded, speech beyond her.
He’d yet to press a finger inside her, keeping the whole focus on the small knot of nerves. Rayah spread her legs further as he sat up, his fingers playing with her sensitive clit and the wetness that he’d stimulated. He pressed a finger into her pussy, just the tip. Teasing. His other fingers brushed over her puckered hole and she heard herself moan quietly.
He’d played with her ass before, opening her up, stretching her, filling her and giving her the sensation of being complete.
“This is mine.” His words were quiet, barely audible above the stuttered sound of her breath. “This cunt is mine. This ass is mine. That mouth is mine. When you’re next talking to some bloke in the bar, just remember whose this is.”
Somehow she nodded, then he moved and left her, naked on the bed, exposed.
Jonny undid his belt with precise and decisiveness that told her exactly who was in charge here. Her eyes fixed onto his body his trousers were pushed down his legs, leaving his hard cock for her eyes to feast on, angry and impatient.
He rummaged in his bag for a second, finding a small tube. Lube. He’d thought to bring it.
When he saw her stare he smirked. “I figured I’d best be prepared.”
“Don’t use a condom.”
His hand froze in the bag where he was digging again.
“I want you to come on me afterwards.”
He nodded. “Good.” He opened the tube and squeezed the liquid onto his hands, smearing it onto his dick with his eyes firmly fixed on her, her tits, between her legs and then her eyes. And then he was back between her legs, his fingers in her cunt, finding that spot he seemed to have memorised the location of, bringing her closer to breaking apart.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here.” He pressed a finger against her ass. “To take this.”
