Her other hand reached for my cock, pumping it, her legs spreading wider. I kept hold of her wrist and dropped my mouth between her legs, licking her clit and sucking on it. Her hips bucked and I heard her moan, both of her hands now in my hair.
She gripped hard as she came, a few flicks of my tongue all that was needed to take her over the edge and fall into an orgasm I was envious of. One last suck on her clit to make her moan harder and I moved up to her mouth, kissing her, making her taste herself on my tongue.
I cupped her pussy, feeling her heat and wetness and she bucked against it, searching for more pressure.
“Do I need a condom?” Her eyes were wide and needy, dark pools of chocolate. “Do you want to stop?”
She caught me by surprise, flipping us over, pinning my hands over my head, her wet cunt resting against the length of my dick.
“I want to fuck. I’m on the injection. I’m clean. You?”
“You realise I can flip you back over?”
“I’m banking on you flipping me back over. Clean, Callum?”
“Yes.” I managed to get the word out before she started to rub her clit over my cock, her tits with hardened nipples in front of me, but my hands were pinned so I couldn’t touch them, play with them.
“Good. One night.”
I nodded, I’d agree to anything.
She released a hand and guided my cock to her entrance, closing her eyes as she pressed herself down onto it, then slowed. With my free hand, I pinched her nipple, heard her moan, her eyes half shut.
The urge to rut into her was strong, to free my other hand and grasp her hips, move her up and down my furious dick like a doll and then spray inside her with my cum. But part of this was denying myself, letting her feel as if she had control, giving her that. Then I could take.
She sank further down, making some comment about my size, needing time, it being a while. It didn’t really register; I was too focused on how she felt, this woman.
This woman who somehow had caused a chink in armour I’d so carefully erected.
My hands were freed and I grasped her hips, moving over to her tits, holding them, pressing, touching. She had about thirty seconds left before I flipped her and claimed what I’d wanted to stake as mine all those years ago.
“I want to tie you up.” Her words were barely audible, hands pressing onto my chest as she rode me.
“We can make that happen.” I lifted her off me, opening the lid on a can of expletives. “Shhh.” I pushed my mouth to hers, feasting on her while I pushed back inside her. I knew she was wet, ready, the talk of tying me up told me she wasn’t a delicate princess and I could let go. A little, for now anyway.
She moved her legs up higher, letting me go deeper and I started to move, firm, hard thrusts that made her bend her back and dig her nails into my skin.
“You can tie me up, if you sit on my face and come all over my mouth, then I can fuck you from behind, fuck this tight cunt so it only has one master.” I breathed the words into her ear.
“You’d let me tie you up?”
I felt her pussy tighten around me, gripping my cock.
“Kinky girl, aren’t you?”
“You don’t know the half of it. Harder…”
I obliged and felt her start to pulse and break around me, her eyes fixed on mine as she came.
This couldn’t be just one night. Any thoughts of what else it could be fell from my mind as I came suddenly, moving hard and deep within her. I heard her gasp and then moan, vaguely aware that she was coming again.
“Fuck!” I braced my arms to stop myself from collapsing on her, my face centimetres from hers. I regained focus, seeing her, hair sprawled across the pillow, lips swollen and parted, breath ragged. She looked like she’d just been well-fucked.
“You okay?” I managed to get the words out. Aftercare.
“Good.”
I wondered if she was going to move me away, say she needed to use the bathroom, but instead she wrapped her arms around me and leaned up for a kiss.
