He gathers my messy hair in his fist and decorates my nape with kisses. “I got you. Lift your leg for me. That’s it.”
My left leg hooks over his arm, and then he’s there, teasing my pussy with the thick head of his cock. Back and forth, heswipes it through my center. It drives me wild, forcing me to wiggle my hips in search of friction, pleading with him to put me out of my misery.
He takes pity, and the slow slide into me is euphoric. My moan is breathy and drawn out until his pelvis presses against my ass.
“This,” he husks against my neck, “is where I’d like to stay all day.”
He doesn’t move, simply rests inside me, hot and heavy.
“Warren,” I whine. “Do something.”
“Shhh.” He circles my nipple before plucking it lightly. “Let me enjoy the feel of you. Of how your perfect pussy hugs my cock so well. So fucking warm and tight. Right where I belong.”
My eyes roll backward at his filthy praise. He’s gentle and tender most of the time, so his dirty talk causes serious whiplash.
“Could you come like this? With you warming my cock while I play with these gorgeous tits?”
“I’m already halfway there,” I gasp. “But I want you to fuck me.”
“I will. Don’t you worry,” he croons. “Let’s test my theory first. Be a good girl and keep still for me.”
I try, I really do, but with Warren rolling both nipples between his fingers and whispering filthy promises, my body moves without instruction.
He tuts.
The attention he gives my breasts and the fullness of him inside me is enough. Up and up, my pleasure builds.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” His body is solid behind me, fighting off his own urges to thrust forward. “You’re gonna soak my cock, aren’t you? Go on, sweetheart. You have my permission.”
My body trembles. Lips moving without words. Pussy fluttering around his thickness.
With a sharp pinch of my tightened nipples, I tumble with a silent scream.
“Fuck. Fuck. Feels incredible,” Warren gasps.
Then, he’s moving, driving his hips forward before the last of my orgasm subsides.
“So, so sensitive.” I hook my arm behind his neck. “Jesus, I might come again.”
His measured movements soon turn sloppy. “Good, because I’m close. Play with your clit. Get yourself there.”
I circle my swollen bud, wet from my first orgasm, and before long, Warren’s curses fill the room as he shivers with his release.
We collapse into a heap, him still inside me and my body plastered to his front.
“I won’t be moving today.” I sigh.
Strong arms cradle me. “I’m afraid your attendance is required elsewhere.”
I twist in his hold, scowling with as much effort as my muscles can channel. “Nooo. Let me rot in bed, just for today.”
He swipes his thumb over my bottom lip before chasing it with a kiss. “I think you’ll like your afternoon plans.”
An hourafter Warren delightfully satisfies my body, he tells me to pack a bag, ensuring I have a comfortable outfit and another to wear for a “fancy brunch.” Then, the girls turn, lips sealed, to whisk me away.
We drive for an hour, far into the country, before our destination comes into view.
Tucked away in the rolling hills, a farm pokes up. It’s onlywhen we step inside that I’m wrongly mistaken. Once a blackberry farm, the cobbled building is now a luxurious spa. Mimosas—virgin for me—are placed in our hands before we’re escorted to the wellness lodge.
