Her breaths come faster, and I know she’s teetering on the edge. I may not have had her a million times yet, but I’ve spent so many years pretending I’m not watching her, training to read every change in her body, voice, and face. Training for this moment, it seems.
“You can be a good girl to everyone else, but I think with me, you want to be my bad girl, don’t you? My little slut, pushing your panties aside and begging me to take you out here.” She tightens further, and her hips stutter. I groan into her neck.
“Leo, I?—”
“Come for me, Willa. Right fucking now. Come for me, and then slide your tight pussy onto my cock.” The demand is clear in my voice, and relief and a thrill move through me when she obeys. Head snapping back, body tightening as she moans out my name, sinking a bit deeper onto my fingers. I watched in awe, watching her body shake, her hips rocking, squeezing every drop of pleasure from the moment. I think I’ll have to remind her of my instructions, but then her eyes open, hazy with a small smile on her lips as she grips my cock, stroking and lifting her hips with slow, shaky movements. Finally, I drag my fingers out of her, making sure to press along her clit as I do, then use my wet fingers to pull her panties again. A sigh of dismay leaves her lips as I do.
“Line me up, baby.” There’s no hesitation as she does what I ask, lining the tip of me up with her, then sliding down and filling herself. A moan leaves her lips, and I groan at the feeling of filling her completely, her cunt still tight with her orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, you feel good,” she groans loudly. She slides her hips forward and back, once again grinding her clit against me. Then she puts pressure on her knees, lifting, then sinking again, and a hot breath coasts along my neck. “Leo.”
“Yeah,” I groan in appreciation. My hand moves from where it was pushing her panties aside to her hips, holding her there and helping her move, up and down, back and forth. It’s torturous pleasure, watching her take her own time, watching her fill herself, tackle what she needed, but my god, I would chase it to the ends of the earth.
“I’m gonna fill you, Willa. I’m gonna fill you, and then I’m going to slide you off me and put your panties back on. We’re going to stay out here until you finish your drink, my cum dripping out of you, pressed right against your pretty pussy,” I murmur after a few minutes of this, as her pussy starts to tighten once more, her hips growing jerkier with each movement.
“Oh my god,” she groans, shifting faster and faster, her pants becoming breathier, her movements less controlled. She’s not rising and falling anymore, instead rocking back and forth, my cock buried deep, her clit grinding on me with each move, and I fucking love it. I love how she is taking what she wants, and even more, how she knows she’s going to get what she wants. After our first time, she explained that she’s only ever been able to come while on top, taking what she needs, and in this moment, even though I hate any fucker who puts his hands on her, I can see why a man would let her do it.
She’s fucking magnificent.
And with my filthy words, she tightens further.
My Willa, my sweet girl, America’s sweetheart, likes it when I talk her through it. A dozen ways I can and will use that knowledge to my advantage in the future flit through my mind, before I focus on the task at hand: making her come again and then following her over the edge.
“Do you want that, honey?” I moan, my fingers digging into her hips to help her along. The swing shifts with my motions, furthering the movements.
“Yes, yes,” she chants, eyes glazing before she dips to take my lips in a quick, heated kiss. Neither of us can handle more right now.
“Not until you come. You’re going to ride my cock until you finish and then take me with you.” Her hair falls back, blonde curls falling down her back, and one hand moves to her breast, palming and pinching the nipple beneath her dress.
“Leo.”
“That’s it, baby. Ride me like my little whore. Everyone gets the sweet version of you, but I get this, don’t I?
“Only you.” I groan loudly, lifting my hips to get deeper because I like that a fuck of a lot. “Yes!” she calls out. “Like that!”I grit my teeth and buck my hips up to give my girl what she needs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mutters. “I’m gonna?—”
She doesn’t finish her sentence; instead, groaning out my name long and low, tightening around me like a vise, and her body trembles before me. I’m barely able to concentrate, to take in how fucking pretty she looks coming on my cock as I pull her down onto me forcefully, probably bruising her hips in the process, and spill into her. We sit like that for long, long moments, both of us catching our breath, before I finally pull out and do what I said, sliding her panties back in place. When I do, I brush my fingers over the soaked fabric, pressing on her clit and pulling a soft moan from her lips that makes me smile. Then I settle her back into the swing, legs in my lap, reaching down to grab our drinks and hand hers back to her.
“Another first,” she mutters, and I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head and pressing a kiss to her temple.
Twenty minutes later, we head into the house, and Willa goes to my bedroom to clean up. She returns in comfy clothes, her hair in a bun, her face clear of makeup. She looks a bit nervous, biting her lip.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling her into me.
“Do you mind…” she bites her lip, looking away before looking back at me. “Do you mind if I write for a bit?”
I blink at her, confused for a moment because of the way she looks so anxious about this simple question.
“Of course I don’t. Do you want me to leave you alone?”
Her brows furrow. “What?”
“Do you want me to leave you alone while you write? I’m not sure what your process looks like. If you want, I could also go to your place, get your guitar, and anything else you might need.”
That furrow erases, and her eyes go soft, a look that I’m seeing more and more on her face. Each time I see it, a bit of joyenters my chest, followed by sadness that she doesn’t just expect people to treat her with kindness and understanding.
Something to work towards.
“You really wouldn’t mind if I wanted to be alone?”
