“Not good enough.”
She wriggled her wrists under my hand.
“You’re being a brat.”
“You’re being mean. I need you to touch me.”
The breath left my lungs. No one had said that to me before. No one had wanted me like this, even my wife.
“Promise to keep your hands still?” I started to remove my hand.
“What do I get if I do?”
I shook my head. “My cock in your pussy and I’ll let you come on it. If you’re good and don’t touch.”
“I won’t touch.”
“Good.”
I started on her breasts, sucking and licking teasing them into hard tips, my hands on her hips, fingers trailing over the skin there, performing more torture at the same time.
Her hips wriggled, hinting for more. She’d get that when I gave in, which wouldn’t take too long. My cock was hard and aching, my balls already tight and I wasn’t a masochist – most of the time.
I ran a finger over her clit and down to her entrance, pleased at the wetness I found there. A gasp came from her, my name with a plea. Slowly, carefully, I pushed a finger inside her, managing to hold my shit together.
Her hair was spread over the sheets, her eyes huge and big, lips parted and face flushed. She looked like an image from my favourite fantasy.
I moved my finger out, listening for her complaint which came quickly.
“Patience,” I said, inserting a second finger this time, finding the spot that I knew made her lose her mind.
I kept the same slow rhythm with my hand, sucking again on her sweet tits, ignoring the urge to push my cock into her and fuck her until the bed broke, telling her that was what I was going to do.
She was on the edge when I removed my hand completely, her whimper loud and desperate.
“Turn over, arse in the air.”
Surprisingly, she did just that, pulling the pillow down to rest her head on it. The sight was heady, her peachy backside there for me, full tits there for me to see and her mouth open and gasping.
I slapped her arse cheek, hearing her gasp and then groan.
“Please fuck me, Grant.” It sounded like music.
“I’m going to.” Another tap to the other cheek, and then I lined my cock up with her entrance and pushed home, my hands holding her hips, moving her onto my cock.
It was fast and hard and messy, her orgasm inducing mine, which drained all the breath from everywhere else in my body, the world spinning in the best way possible.
I collapsed on top of her, managing to spill my weight to the side, questioning whether I’d actually gone to heaven.
“I think you’ve broken me.” Her words were drowsy. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up in court. Can you tell my father you’ve fucked me to death so I won’t be in work today? I’m sure he’ll be okay with it.”
“I think he’d hire a hitman by lunch if I told him that.” I held her closer to me, kissing her neck.
It was then it hit me.
I wanted to tell her I loved her.
It had been four days of amazing sex and spending all our time that we could together and I thought I was in love with her. It felt nothing like it had with Rachael and for a second I felt a stab of guilt.
