“Not when I do it, love,” I say. That isn’t enough to sell it, so I move over her again and grab her hand to bring it to my cock. Her slim fingers instinctively wrap around me, and I make them glide up and down my length. “You liked having these inside you, didn’t you?” A blush creeps on her cheekbones before she nods. “Then you’ll love it that way, red. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
This time, she overcomes whatever bias she has and spins into action. My hands assist her as she arranges herself on her hands and knees on the mattress, and I take a moment to admire that side of her. Her arse is glorious, and the narrow dip of her waist gives it a heart-like shape. She has more freckles there, and like the rest of her, dark beauty marks are scattered in random places. If time allows, I’ll explore them all with my lips and tongue later.
She’s tense when I position myself behind her, so I decide something must be done before we proceed. Bending forward, I rasp into her ear, “You’re fucking stunning.” Then, my hand comes around her, dips between her legs, and I roll two fingertips over her swollen clit. When she shudders below me, I kiss the curve of her shoulder. “And so fucking receptive.”
At the next roll, she instinctively presses back into me, into my cock that’s settled between the creamy mounds of her bum. “We’ll have to do this again someday, love,” I say.
“We can’t.”
“Why?”
“This is just a one-time thing. We can’t—Aah! We can’t meet again.”
I adjust myself so the tip of my cock is what’s dragging onto her clit, and she lets out a raspy moan. “Are you not from New York?”
“Upper East Side, but that’s not the point. I’m not interested in more.”
Well, that stings a bit. But maybe because I’m not used to being the one on this end of things. I’m definitely interested in more of her, so I can thoroughly defile her in every way I can think of. I guess there’s only one way to go about this: fuck her so good she’ll change her mind.
I enter her without warning this time, ramming into her tight and wet pussy. We don’t count. We don’t go slow. But it’s okay because she’s more than ready for me. Her surprised cry goes straight to my balls, the pleasure in it impossible to miss.
“That’s a shame,” I say, straightening up behind her. “I was looking forward to fucking your arse one day.”
She makes a reproachful sound, but I can feel the way her walls pulse around me. The Genevieve I met downstairs at the bar dislikes the idea, but the one in this bed is intrigued, curious to try. Those two sides of her are fun to explore and navigate. I’ve never met a woman quite like her before.
My theory is that she’s been so brainwashed by her formal education that she’s oblivious to her needs and desires. And despite what she might think, she has a lot of those. Maybe even more than average, if all this is any indication.
Adamant to educate her, I begin at a slow but implacable pace, showing her why we had to do it this way. The ribbed underside of my cock drags along her front wall with each thrust and retreat, causing a vibrating sensation that ripples all the way to her clit. If I had any doubt that this is the best way to fuck with my piercings, her reaction would dismiss it. She already forgot about not liking doggy style, pushing back into me, clutching the sheets as she makes the lewdest sounds. Her creamy, freckled bum slaps onto my hips in rhythm, and I grit my teeth, struggling to keep a lead on my own enjoyment.
She arches her back, giving me a splendid view of her puckered little arsehole, and I worry I might nut too soon again. Two condoms. That’s all we have left. And then I’m done enjoying that sweet cunt of hers and her amazing body.
When I slow down for my own sake, she takes over and maintains the pace. My hands clutch her hips, but she’s determined. “Slow down, red. You don’t want to come again so soon, do you?”
“Yes, I do,” she breathes out.
“What a demanding little thing you are. You want to come around my cock again?” She nods, and I regret not seeing her flushed, pleasure-distorted expression. I lower again, my thrusts sinuous as my front meets her back. “What would they say, down at the bar, if they could see you now?” I rasp into her ear. “You’re not looking so proper now, are you?”
The question earns me a trembling whine, her walls spasmodically squeezing me. When my fingers wrap around her neck to force her to meet my eyes, I feel how much the gesture affects her. I won’t apply any pressure because we didn’t discuss this, but I love the sight of my rough hand on her delicate throat.
Her state of abandon is absolute, and I can hardly equate the woman below me with the one at the bar. I doubt she would recognize herself if she saw us right now, fucking like wild beasts. Her blue eyes are glassy, her face reddened, her lips swollen… She’s the embodiment of lust, the most outrageously sexual thing I’ve ever seen. She looks like she’s about to pass out, overwhelmed by too much pleasure.
“Do you want me to stop?” I pour into her ear, my words as harsh as my thrusts into her swollen pussy.
“No,” she begs, the word vibrating against my palm.
“No? That’s a consent-withdrawing word, Miss Kensington. I must stop at once.”
“Aah! Fuck you.”
“Fuck me? No, red, I’m fucking you. Fucking your tight cunt. You’re so wet, love. Can you hear it?”
For a few seconds, we both focus on the noises. Past the slapping of our flesh and heavy breaths and moans, we can hear the moist sounds my dick makes every time it moves in and out of her. With my free hand, I reach around once more and give her clit a soft pinch.
That’s all it takes. She comes, trembling, moaning, and clutching at the sheets, squeezing me so hard that I almost follow her again. But I ride through it with gritted teeth, shielding myself from the sensations of her, from her sounds, and from the fruity scent that emanates from her heated skin.
Her climax lasts for endless seconds, and it takes everything in me not to give in. Which is insane because I already came like a madman minutes ago. But she’s so warm, and soft, and tight… Best pussy I’ve had in a while.
After one last moan, one last spasm, and one last squeeze, she turns limp in my hold, her eyelids heavy and her plump lips parted as she pants. My cock twitches, and I know the amount of precum gathered into the condom is embarrassing.
