“Tell me no, Chess. Because I won’t be able to stop once we start. I’ve thought of nothing else but being inside you again since I left your bed.”
“I’m not saying no.”
“Last chance.”
She runs her hand over the bulge in my shorts.
“Fuck,” I grind out as my head lolls to the side of my shoulder.
“That’s the idea.”
My head snaps up and our eyes lock and I’m on her so fast I almost fall over. I usher her down the hallway and into her bedroom. I spin her so her back is to my front and we’re standing at the end of her bed, in front of the full-length mirror she has on the wall.
My right arm wraps around her waist and my left arm drifts up her body, running between her breasts and to her throat. She moans and leans her head back on my shoulder, grinding her ass into my cock.
“Slow it down baby girl, we’re just getting started.” She opens her eyes and watches me in the mirror.
I run my fingers across the top of her jeans, then dip them underneath the slightest bit, still brushing along her skin. She moans again, still watching me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. I hold her gaze and whisper in her ear.
“You like to watch?” Her eyes flutter and her hand covers mine. I unsnap her top button and push my hand inside, running it along the top of her panties.
“I want to watch you.” Her eyes grow large at my words. I know I’m pushing her. I also know she likes it. My girl loves the dirty talk.
Yup.My girl.
I kiss below her ear and cup her breast, running my thumb over her nipple, which I can feel is already hard right through her tank and bra. I dip my other hand a little lower into her jeans. Her breath picks up. I slide her jeans down over her hips, my eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.
“Is this okay?” She nods and swallows. I smile as she shimmies her jeans down, her pink lace thong coming into view. She’s perfection. I move my hand to her other breast. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Chess. Talk to me.”
She steps out of her jeans, never breaking body contact or eye contact with me. I’m hard as a rock, but I want to make this good for her.
“Tell me, babe.”
“You make me feel good. Wanted.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Desperate.”
I grab the hem of her tank and slide it up and over her head, letting it fall next to us. I’m rewarded with a pink lace bra that matches her thong.
“You dressed for me?” I raise a brow and she grins shyly. I unsnap the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts are perfect. More than a handful for my large hands, soft and natural. She’s gorgeous. I pinch her nipple and she gasps. I slide my hands back down her waist to her hips, hooking my thumbs in her thong, and slide them down her legs. She steps out of them, and I raise back to my full height behind her, drifting my hand back down between her legs, sliding a finger inside her pussy. “I love how you’re always ready for me,” I groan out. “Chess, let me make you feel better than you ever have before.” She grins and closes her eyes.
“Eyes on me,” I bark out and her beautiful hazel eyes pop open. “Watch me. Watch me get youoff.”
I feel her body humming. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she fights closing her eyes again. I continue pumping inside her, moving her juices around, brushing her lips and flicking her clit.
“Oh Jackson,” she moans.
“You like that?” I do it again. Her body shivers. She bites her lip.
“Again,” she says. I’m so on board. She’s so responsive. Opening herself to me. I slide a finger back inside and rub her clit with my thumb. I add a second and pump in and out, switching my hold to her other breast. She’s moving her hips in time with my fingers, riding my hand. I feel her getting close. Our eyes are locked on each other. Her mouth is open and she’s panting. I breathe through my nose, trying to calm my raging hard on.
“I’ve never seen anything sexier,” I tell her. “How tight you are around my fingers; I can’t wait to feel you ride me. To feel you strangle my dick with your pussy. To have your nipples in my mouth.” She’s breathing heavily and nodding to everything I say. I run my thumb over her clit again and she cries out. “Come, baby. Come on my hand, Chess. I want to feel you.”
Her hands cover mine, mimicking what I’m doing to her. One hand feeling me grab her nipple and the other feeling me pump in and out of her. I study her in the mirror, wanting to keep this vision for life. I flick her clit one last time and she breaks apart. She cries out my name, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.
“There it is. Let it go. Come for me,” I whisper in her ear, the talking only prolongs her orgasm. She’s smiling and moaning and holy shit, I might blow right here. I rub her clit and drag it out a little more. Her nipples are hard points and she’s sweating. I kiss her shoulder, still keeping our eyes locked. I pull my fingers out of her and run them up her stomach and circle her nipple with her own juices. Then I put them in my mouth and suck them clean, slowly. Her eyes widen. She’s scandalized.
