Her pupils dilate with a mixture of surprise and arousal. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, gripping my shirt in both hands.
She grinds her pussy against my hard cock, still hidden in my pants. I grip her hips to keep her in place.
“You want my fingers?”
She nods, her cheeks ablaze. “Yes.”
Moving my hand down her back, I stroke the undoubtedly sore ass cheek I spanked. “First tell me why you’re holding your orgasm in check. I can feel you fighting it.”
She swallows hard before speaking. “I just... as soon as I come it’ll be a race to get you off and this...” She huffs, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. “This is nice, okay? I don’t want it to end too quickly.”
My chest vibrates with another laugh, much darker, much lower than before. Reaching over the curve of her ass, I find her entrance, pushing my fingers back inside. In this position, hitting her G spot is child’s play; I brush that sensitive little button on every thrust. And I get the bonus of Bianca’s weight on top of me, her small hands grasping my t-shirt to anchor herself.
“We have all night.” I weave my fingers in her dark hair and close my fist, angling her head to take her lips in a deep kiss. She trembles, doing her utmost to wind those hips and rub her clit over my hard length. “Fight all you want. I want you to orgasm on my fingers, on my lips, and on my cock, in that precise order.”
For a girl who lives and breathes independence, fiercely clinging to control, she’s surprisingly mellow while I pump my digits in and out of her pussy. The wet sounds filling the room are more erotic than any screams I’ve ever heard.
She moans in my mouth the closer she gets, her kisses greedier, little trembles passing through her.
“You’ll make me come again?” she asks with a gasp, her walls clenching, the orgasm looming close.
“I will.”
“Promise?”
My head hits the pillow. “Behave and you’ll come so many times you’ll beg for a break.”
She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. The uncertainty in her honey eyes tells me more than her words can. With a small nod, she hides her face in the crook of my neck, tension leaving her muscles.
She submits, relinquishing control.
Fucking finally.
“That’s a good girl,” I coo, lips on the crown of her head, the hand in her hair moving to clasp around her back, fingers splayed over her ribs, keeping her close, almost immobile. “So pliant, so fucking perfect for me.”
She mutters something incoherent, her hips working faster the faster I finger-fuck her. It takes another twenty, maybe thirty, seconds before her teeth close on my shoulder.
She’s coming, trembling, the orgasm rocking through her like an avalanche. I hiss when her teeth break the skin, but the mild sting only hardens my cock.
It twitches, precum leaking from the tip, the front of my pants undoubtedly soaked in Bianca’s wetness.
I flip us over again before her legs stop trembling and wind my elbows under her knees, pushing them back to her chest. I still don’t undress, focused on her swollen pussy, glistening with the aftermath of the orgasm.
She smells divine. Looks even better and... I lick her bottom to top, suck her clit... she tastes like mine.
She almost bolts upright, her fingers pumping in my hair like she’s unsure whether to push me away or further down.
“Hands on your boobs,” I order, rising an inch. Enough to look her over but not enough that she won’t feel the heat of my breath on her clit. “Play with them for me.”
Taking her nipples between two fingers, she pinches lightly, and I lick her again, her taste flooding my tongue. The way she writhes, doing her utmost to press herself further into my face, the way she kneads her breasts, the ecstasy painting her face...
Is it possible to fall in love with a woman this fast? Because the way my heart swells tells me it’s very much fucking possible.
Especially now the tears glistening on her eyelashes confirm that shefeels. She’s not made of stone. She’s notfine. She puts on a tough-girl act, afraid she’ll get hurt if she opens up.
Her mask is nowhere in sight, the cold bitch dead, and Bianca’sgreedy. Starved for touch, drunk on our proximity, desperate for more. She’s not pretending, not holding back. No, she’s demanding more. I’ve never been this entranced with anyone or anything in my life.
I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, earning a reward in the form of little tremors passing through her. She cants her hips, sweet moans filling my bedroom and ricocheting off the walls.
