On the rare occasions we have nights like tonight, there is always a moment where one of us looks at the clock and the time will line up the way it has right now. And when it does, we kiss.
It’s an unspoken rule.
One we never break.
Our kiss grows feverish, our hands exploring haphazardly, but when she fists my erection in her soft hand, my plans from before resurface. As much as I love to kiss this woman, she fucked around and now she’s gonna find out what happens when she does.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
She pulls back to look at me, and for a moment, I glimpse the truth she tries to hide. She knows there’s more between us than she wants to admit. I can see it in her eyes. Feel it in her heavy breaths scattering across my face.
Daisy claims she’s only using me for my body. She’s certain we’ll never be anything more than stolen moments. That’s what she tells herself—what she tells me—but it’s not what’s in her heart. I know how she feels about me, even if she doesn’t. But that’s a conversation for another time and place.
Her eyes only fix on mine for a few heartbeats, then she does as instructed. I place a pillow just in front of her and one under her chest. “Get comfortable. I want this sweet peach up in the air,” I say, lightly rubbing my hand over her ass cheek.
She gathers the pillows beneath her. In the past she’s used them to bury her moans, but she doesn’t need to do that here in the privacy of my home.
Once her ass is up as high as it will go, I take my time admiring her. She still has her pale pink bra and thong on. The thin see-through material is more of an adornment than actually serving a purpose, and at the moment it’s in my way. Fisting the material in my hand, I tear her thong from her body, gliding it back and forth over her wet center before dropping it on my bedside table, where I reach for a condom.
“Those were expensive. You’ll be replacing them,” her muffled voice says from her pile of pillows.
“Sweetheart, you fucked around. You knew there would be consequences.”
She nods into the fluffy down; I don't need to see her face to know she's giddy. She loves it when I take control, and she knows I would never hurt her. The red mark on her hip from ripping her panties from her body is rough enough. At least it is for me.
I lean forward and place a kiss on her lower back, then trail my tongue over one of her perfect ass cheeks while my hands press against the inside of her thighs, insisting she spread her legs further apart. She’s on full display for me, and the way she glistens tells me she’s more than ready. I slide a finger inside her, and she’s so warm and so wet that the beast inside me begs to ravage her.
“Change of plans. On your back. I need to taste you. Now.”
My mouth waters as she changes positions and I pull her ass to the edge of the mattress. I kneel on the floor next to the bed and slide my finger back inside her, watching for a moment before I glide my tongue through her center and suck her clit into my mouth. Dragging my finger, wet from her pussy, over the center of her ass, I tickle her with her own sweetness.
She gasps. “Owen...”
She took this entrance off the table years ago, and I would never cross her lines, but it doesn’t mean I can’t play with her, especially when I can feel how much she likes it. She’s quivering and already about to come, but I heed her warning and cease my teasing.
On my knees, I feast on her with my mouth, my fingers assisting as I work her over, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm. Then I back off, only to bring her back to that edge several times until I give her what she craves and she’s screaming my name.
“Hands and knees again, baby.”
She scrambles back into position, and once her ass is in the air, I slam my cock into her pulsing heat. There’s no easing into her. She’s more than ready, and our bodies work together seamlessly.
I swear, she was created just for me.
Nothing has ever felt better than when I’m inside this woman. And theyesshe screams into the pillows tells me she feels the same.
My hands grip her waist to pull her back and forth over my cock. She lets me dictate our pace. It’s deliberate. Fast. Hard.
I’m mesmerized by what’s before me. Her sumptuous ass and the sight of my length sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. Forget how good she feels, just seeing her like thisforme... the sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with her muffled moans of pleasure acting as our soundtrack has every one of my senses firing on all cylinders.
She may think this is simply another stolen moment of fun, but what she doesn’t seem to realize is that she’s mine. I’m not sure why she can’t get it through that gorgeous head of hers, but it’s a fact. If I were a less respectable man, I’d have skipped the condom and spilled myself in her. Claiming her as such.
But she isn’t ready.
I’m a patient man, but my restraint can only last so long.
As the sights and sounds overwhelm me, my fingers tighten on her waist, and I yell her name for the entire town to hear as I come. It feels like time stops with the high of my release as she climaxes a second time, constricting around me.
I’ve never done drugs, but that’s what she is.
