Gritting his teeth, he ignored his own need, refocusing on his lapful of woman nearing her release. A little closer and she would come all over his hands.
“What if I was to tie you up?” Her head lifted and her eyes met his, pupils blown as she tried to focus on him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Unable to move, just endure whatever I wanted to do to you.”
“Oh, fuck!” she cried, the first spasms of her orgasm clenching his thrusting fingers tight. He slipped his fingers free, and she grumbled in protest.
“You’re such a good girl, Krystal. Taking whatever I give you.” He smoothed a hand down her back as he lifted his hand to his mouth and slowly licked his fingers clean.
She watched, transfixed, as his cheeks hollowed as he sucked each finger, one by one. Releasing the final one with a smirk, he gripped her hips. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Finally.” She lifted herself onto her knees and reached for his cock. Her small hands were torturous on him, and he bit back a moan as she fisted his length and lined him up with her opening. He held her up, not letting her sink down onto him until she was whimpering and moaning and, finally, begging. “Please, T’arq. I need you inside me!”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He eased himself into her, letting her slide down his hardness with agonizing slowness, until they were pelvis to pelvis. Her pussy gripped him with delicious little waves as he slid out a little and then back in, testing how much movement she could take.
She rested her head on his chest, panting. “You’re so big.”
“Is it too much?”
“Oh, no.” She lifted her head to his. “It’s—you are—perfect.” She lifted her hips and he let her take control, finding a rhythm she wanted and taking her pleasure on him.
He fought to keep his hips still, not wanting to thrust upwards unexpectedly and hurt her. He knew he was large and she was not, and it could take some getting used to. But so far? She was doing admirably.
It wasn’t long before her breathing became irregular, and she bit her lip. Her hips lost their rhythm and, with a cry she came, the pulses of her release almost sending him over the edge. She flopped into his arms, tilting her head backwards to giggle.
“That was…”
“That good, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She snuggled her head into him, but squealed as he picked her up, still buried inside her, and turned to lie down on top of her on the bed.
“We’re not done yet, little cat.” He grabbed a couple of pillows, and lifting her, placed them under her ass. “Perfect,” he said as he admired the sight in front of him. She was splayed out across the bed, her arms tossed over her head, her hair a messy halo. Her gorgeous body was spread before him, her hips lifted to meet his where they were joined.
He pushed her thighs further apart with his hands, holding her legs open as he gazed at where his cock disappeared into her body. As he withdrew he could see his dick glisten with her wetness and he groaned, sliding home again and falling forward over her, arms braced either side of her head.
“Are you ready, little one? I don’t think I have it in me to be gentle right now. I need you.” He brushed a kiss on her lips.
“T’arq, I won’t break.” She smiled at him and pulled his head down to hers, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
He tried to begin slowly, but soon his hips found a rhythm that had him gasping and Krystal writhing underneath him. He eased back to sit on his heels, bringing Krystal with him. Her hands came to his shoulders and his to her hips as he raised and lowered her, fucking himself into her.
“That’s it. Use me like I used you. I’m yours,” she said, her words panted with uneven breaths.
He groaned and did as she asked, thrusting his hips up into her as he pulled her down, her breasts crushed against his chest. She tightened around him, sending him over and into his release. He flopped sideways, taking Krystal with him, but using the last of his energy to make sure she landed on top of him.
They lay panting, a sprawl of arms and legs. As their breath came back to normal, he eased himself from her.
“Oh, there’s a lot.” Krystal looked down at the pool that had spilled onto her thighs.
“I can fix that.” T’arq found himself strangely possessive in the aftermath and dragged his fingers through the sticky mess to slide it back inside her. He watched her face as she followed his hand with her eyes, her mouth open. He pushed as much as he could inside her and then surveyed his handiwork with a smirk. “Perfect.”
She lay back with a dazed look on her face, legs splayed and his seed smeared on the inside of her thighs. The sight was enough to have his dick twitching.
“Look at you.” He traced a finger from her throat, between her breasts, circling one nipple and then the other, before tracing down to her navel. He paused over her dripping pussy. Admiring the sight of his seed spread over her, tangled in the cropped brown curls that covered her. He traced his fingers down the insides of her legs, spreading her open once more.
Her eyes opened as she watched him. “T’arq…” she moaned.
“Yes, little one?” His fingers toyed with her clit and she gasped, eyes rolling back before she forced herself to look at him again.
“Can we do that again?”
