Our breathing's the only sound in the quiet space as I keep her tight against me and then begin to rock her, dragging her sweet pussy over me.
"I'm going to make you feel very good, love," I say hoarsely. "You want me to make you feel good?"
I grip her hips tightly and circle her hard against me, raising my hips up into her.
Sarah's eyes go half-lidded. She makes a ragged sound then shivers, biting her lip and throwing her head back to expose the vulnerable expanse of her throat. I bend to her, making her flinch as my lips land on her neck, right over her ticklish spot, to suck and agitate her flesh. My hands tighten on her hips, reluctantly pulling away from her with something else on my mind.
Sarah opens her eyes, curiously watching me reach for the container of chocolate cake.
Biting back a smile at her still absentmindedly grinding her pussy into me, I open the wrapped cutlery and scoop up a small portion and hold it up. "Open," I order.
My desire ramps to dangerous heights when she parts her pink lips and lets me put the cake in her mouth. Before she can swallow, I place the cake on the couch cushion beside her calf and put my hands back on her ass, and begin to rock her against my thick bulge. Watching her chew, I lean forward to lick the corner of her mouth.
"Is it good?" I bring a hand up to cup her breast and she stills, stiffening at the feel of me squeezing her.
We stare into each other's eyes. "Yes," she whispers. When her eyes move to close, I firmly drag my thumb over her taut nipple.
"You're so hot, baby, I can feel the warmth of you against my cock," I rasp, tightening my fingers around her, taking pleasure at the glazed look in her eyes as I start to pluck her nipple with tight pulls. Alternating pinching and tugging on it.
As she rocks on me, I remove my hand to feed her another bite of cake. The sight of her pink tongue caressing the fork has me jerking against her. Seeing her mouth work around the desert, I know my eyes are just as lost as hers are.
"I'm not fucking you tonight," I say quietly. "I don't want to hurt you. And as turned on as I am right now, I won't be gentle."
Sarah squeezes her eyes shut, and lets out a small, disappointed sound before I resume playing with her nipple. I grip her ass hard with my other hand and give a rough roll of my hips into hers.
Over and over we repeat this until she's gasping and turning her face away from the next bite I feed her. She's shaking, her eyes are glassy, and she's now moaning softly through her panting, letting me know her orgasm is looming.
Sarah startles as I bring her head back around by a fist in her hair and make her face me once more. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder, but I disregard the slight pain.
"Open," I command again, my eyes stern on hers.
Sarah whimpers, and I match her with a groan when she heavily drags her pussy over my hardness again. "Please, I need to come—" she gulps, "Want to come—" She squeals with excitement as I firmly place the spoon into her mouth and scrape the cake off of it against her teeth, making her take it.
Tossing the spoon to the side, I grasp her ass again and drag her pussy fast and hard over my straining cock.
"I'll let you come," I say. "But when you do, don't hide from me. I want to see it."
Bracing my feet on the floor, I circle my hips into hers, grunting my own pleasure.
The sound of our heavy breathing fills the air as I work our flesh together roughly. Our clothes rustle, and the couch bangs slightly against the wall with our efforts. A light sheen of perspiration makes her face glow, and her eyes are wet as she stares helplessly at me, as is her mouth. Eager to see her succumb to her orgasm, I raise a hand once more to pinch and roll her nipple, my eyes narrowing as she suddenly flinchesand makes a high-pitched noise in her throat. She throws her head back on a tortured sound as she orgasms. Her entire face flushes red, her brows scrunch together, her lips part, and her buttocks flex under my fingers as her hips twitch weakly against mine.
"Ohhhh," she moans softly, her heaving chest flushed and shiny with sweat. Despite the pain of my erection, I firm my hold on her, keeping her moving against me and rubbing as much pleasure out of her as I can. Her knees slide along the couch cushions as she tries to clamp her legs shut against my hips.
And it's the most humbling, beautiful sight I've ever had the privilege to observe.
"So fucking beautiful when you orgasm," I praise her quietly. My eyes stay tight on hers, not looking away even when I feel her fingernails scraping against me as she clutches at my shirt.
Sarah collapses weakly against me, panting and laying her head on my chest as she blinks sleepily. Content. We say nothing. We don't need to.
I smile against her hair, feeling her go lax against me in sleep a couple minutes later. I reach over to pick up the rest of the cake and eat it with her laying against me.
"You know, I must admit, this isthe best fucking dayI've ever experienced in my life," I whisper to her, licking the spoon. "What doyouthink?" Chuckling at her silence, I place my lips to her temple. "Ah, well. Maybe one day you'll tell me."
I jerk awake, sitting straight up with my chest heaving and my heart racing. I look down at my cock tenting the covers and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Keeping my eyes straight ahead, I don't chance even looking at Sarah, knowing if I do, I'll wake her up and start something we have no business beginning right now.
Breathing, counting to five-hundred, all the usual distraction methods don't work, so I slide out of bed silently so I don't wake her up, and jump in the shower, taking care of it.
Thirty minutes later I'm lowering my head back on the pillow. I bite back a groan, lamenting that I didn't even fuck her in my dreams. This time, I'm calm enough to glance over at her, but all I can see is the beautiful pink slash of her mouth through her mountain of hair.
