"You follow directions very well." His breath rushes over my cheek as his arms circle me.
I jump, startled that I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear him come back into the room. "You told me to stand still."
"That I did." He uses his index finger and thumb to open the only fastened button on the sweater.
I moan when I feel his hand on my breast. "You want to do this here? We could go to your bed."
"You're going to ride me, Sophia." He slides the sweater from my shoulders. "Take off your panties."
I do, my eyes still trained on the picture of Nicholas and a girl who was important enough to him to warrant a coveted spot next to his family. It shouldn't matter now. He's obviously moved past her since the picture was taken at least ten years ago. I still have a memento, or two from my first love tucked away in the corner of my desk drawer.
He spins me around so quickly that I have to brace my hands on his biceps for balance. My eyes fall to his nude body and already sheathed thick cock.
"Wow," I say loudly. "That's…it's wow."
"If wow means you like it, I'll take that." He nudges his nose against my neck." I'll sit down. I want you to stand here and touch yourself until you're ready."
I've never done that in front of a man before. When I'm at home, I always pull the sheet up around my breasts before I masturbate. "I think I'm ready. If I'm not, you can touch me."
He sits in the chair, his ass moving until he's positioned exactly where he wants to be. "Show me how you get yourself off."
I fidget on my feet, suddenly aware that my entire body is visible to him. "I can't."
"You can." He reaches for my hand. "Your pussy is so soft. Touch it for me."
I close my eyes and let him guide my fingers to my core. I'm already wet. I was the entire time I was playing the piano because I knew that there was a price to pay. I wanted it to be his cock in my mouth but the thought of riding him to orgasm is even better.
I relax as he pushes my fingers between my folds. His hand moves with mine until his drops away. I hesitate before I continue, circling my clit with the tip of my index finger.
"That's so fucking beautiful."
I open my eyes to see him in front of me, his cock in his hand. "I'm ready."
"Get yourself close." His eyes are hooded. "I want you on me when you're almost ready to come."
I move my fingers faster, hunting for my release. "It won't take long. You're incredible to look at."
"You like this?" He palms his sheathed cock. "You're going to ride it, Sophia. You're going to show me how badly you've wanted to fuck me."
So bad. I've wanted it so much.
I moan as I feel the fevered pitch of an orgasm nearing.
"Come." He holds out his hand to me, guiding me closer to the chair. "Slide onto me. Slowly."
It has to be slow. He's wide and I'm anxious when I feel the crown touch my opening. I brace myself with one hand behind him on the back of the chair, as I circle his cock with my other hand.
"Slide down, Sophia." His breath comes out in a ragged gasp. "Fuck, this is hot."
It is. I look down at where we're joined. He's barely inside me yet I feel completely full. I move again, taking more and itstretches. It's not to the point of pain, but it's edging there, a delicious mixture of pleasure mixed with fullness.
His hands jump to my hips to control my movement. "Christ, you're going to fucking kill me with this."
I moan when he slams my hips down, burying himself in me. The sensation is almost too much and I grip the chair with both hands, my fingernails digging into the leather.
"Fuck me," he growls against my neck. "Take it, Sophia. Use my cock."
I do. I move, slow at first and once I adjust, I arch my back and slide back and forth. He lets me set the pace until his body takes over and he rams up and into me in a series of steady, deep jabs.
