“Barely talked to me for weeks unless my cock is inside you.” I press the words directly against her ear. “Can’t wait to get rid of me, huh, Boss?”
Pulling tighter on the tee shirt still holding her wrists together, high over her head, I snap her arms together with the motion and she screws her eyes up tight.
“No,” she whispers.
“You want something to remember me by?” I ask her, leaving wet kisses along the back of her neck, messily tonguing every inch of her I can reach.
Her head nods desperately, and that’s a promise I can live up to.
I free her hands, removing the shirt entirely, and leaving her naked beneath my grasp. “Show me,” I order, slapping her ass once more, urging her to climb forward onto the bed.
She gets on all fours and I watch, glistening cunt on display as she gets into position on the mount. It’s almost like a pillow, a rounded surface that fits between her legs, perfect for her to ride, slide against, and use however she needs to get her kicks, with or without toys attached.
Stripping down until we’re matching, I grip myself in one hand and hold her ass with the other, wanting to feel what she’s doing, even if it’s not me she’s riding right now.
Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, one last hit of uncertainty there.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. “Goddamn stunning. Now show me how needy that cunt is.”
She reaches for the lube, even though I doubt she needs it right now, and spreads a thick coating on both toys that are screwed into the mount, then she reaches for the plug.
My cock thickens in my hand, balls getting heavier at the sight I’m about to be graced with. I have to make sure not to use any pressure as I stroke myself or I might blow all over her back.
Unlike her, I can go multiple rounds in one night, so maybe that’s not the worst idea I’ve had.
Watching her drip in my cum as she rides not one but two toys while her ass is full with a plug… Hell, that’s not a bad idea at all.
Eyes on mine, she pulls apart her ass with one hand and slips the tip of the plug in with the other, daring me to look away.
Her back arches, and I get a glimpse of how tight her nipples are as she works the toy in, bit by bit, until all I see is the gemstone at the base sticking out.
I wonder which one of us is more turned on right about now.
“Now what?” I ask her, my voice gruff, fingers digging into her cheek so hard they’ll probably leave bruises. It’s the only form of restraint I’m capable of right now.
“Now I play,” she whispers, fingers dipping down to swipe up some of the lube off a toy and bringing them to her front.
I lean around and over her body so I can watch as she parts her lips, slicking two fingers over her clit, the way she teased me in the car that day I finally got her to talk to me.
If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, the entrance to Lexi’s is apparently her cunt. Or maybe that was just how I found my way in.
Humming, her head drops back and her heavy eyelids fall shut as she gives into the pleasure, turning herself over to the carnal impulses she’s used to fulfilling for herself.
Before she had me to do it for her.
Che cazzo, she looks incredible.
It’s everything I can do not to jump in and take over, but this show has only just begun.
Patience, Amante.
I’ve waited years for what I want. I can pace myself for one more night. My tugs turn slower, making sure not to bring myself too close to the destination, but to enjoy the journey along the way.
As much as I love edging her, I don’t mind a little of it myself. It’s so much sweeter when you’ve had to wait for it. A good recipe takes time, and so do the most satisfying orgasms.
Lexi grinds her body against her hand, listening to instinct, and taking what she needs from the moment. Her fingers continue working over her swollen clit until she’s panting with desire, unruly curls toppling over her face, nipples begging for my hands, my teeth. They have to wait their turn, just like me.
Finally, she’s had enough of the tease. Withdrawing her fingers, she turns a bit, eyes on me once more, and then she wraps my cock in her grip, replacing my fist with hers as she smears the remnants of her arousal over my length, pumping me once, and then leaves me hanging, the chill of the air on the heat of my erection making me shiver.
