“Don’t move,” I order her and then stride from the room. I grab up one of the boxes from the second bedroom–a large plastic storage bin full of old files I was planning to shred–and return, dropping it at her feet. Lucy squeals when I grip her hips and lift her up. I kick the box beneath her before placing her back down gently to perch on top of it, then move in and re-position her exactly the way I want her. She’s pliant for me, allowing me to bend and shape her to my will. When I stand back once more to take in my work the sight of her steals my breath. Arms braced against the dresser and back arched. Ass raised in the air and feet splayed on the box beneath her, she’s a vision.
She’sperfect.
And the perfect height now for what I plan to do to her.
Moving in once more I place my palm on the center of her back and urge her down against the dresser so that her tits press against the cool wood and her belly hangs safely in the space between. This time when I step back I feel the air shift. I coast my palm over her cheeks again and she sucks in a shaky breath. The tension is electric. It crackles between us and I pause, arm raised, letting the pressure–the anticipation–build.
Then I let loose with a hard smack.
Lucy jumps but pushes back against me moaning long and low.
“You purr so nicely for me, kitten,” I murmur.
Then I do it again.
And again, alternating cheeks.
After ten I decide she’s had enough and resume the soothing circles over her now burning skin. Lucy squirms beneath my touch, groaning and mumbling. I reach once more between her legs grazing my fingers over her most sensitive spot. She’s a hot sticky mess, dripping with her arousal. I drag my hand back and forth through it a few times before pulling away to paint it over the handprints on her ass.
Holy shit that’s fuckin’ hot.
The scent of her arousal fills the room and I breathe it in, sucking it greedily into my lungs. I drop to my knees behind her, unable to wait a moment longer to taste her. Grabbing Lucy’s hips I lean forward, parting her cheeks to expose the wet pink juncture of her thighs. She writhes above me in invitation–desperation–and I give her what she needs. What we both need.
I lick a long slow stripe up her center, from her clit to her tiny puckered hole, pausing a moment to rim her there before returning to tongue at her sensitive clit. Lucy groans repeatedly and a new rush of silky wetness floods my mouth. Her musky arousal coats my tongue while I feast.
It’s so good. So good.
I groan against her skin, darting my tongue, burying it inside her again and again. Laving at her sex, then moving forward to suck her clit and lap at it in smooth circular motions.
Lucy is out of her mind and incoherent, squirming and moaning, and muttering nonsense words between labored breaths.
She’s completely at my mercy.
I love it.
A few more well-placed licks and I can tell she’s close, can feel her impending explosion. It’s then that I finally slide two fingers inside her. She tightens on me instantly. When I curve those fingers to rub against that most sensitive spot while simultaneously returning my mouth to her asshole, she screams. Lucy falls over the edge into oblivion, calling out my name repeatedly as she slumps against the dresser. Her legs tremble and I wrap my arms around them to support her through her release. She rides the waves for longer than I would have expected, quivering and whimpering above me.
The sight of her so completely undone has me overcome with male pride.
We lock eyes in the mirror as I once again rise to stand behind her. I need to be inside that weeping pussy right fucking now. Lucy watches me as I finally undress myself. I remove my tie, flinging it behind me. I’m so anxious to get my shirt off that a button goes pinging across the room, but I barely register the sound. My fly remains open, my cock already at prolonged attention and leaking, so it’s nothing to finally drop my slacks and toe-off my dress shoes.
Stepping forward, I tug Lucy to standing then tilt her head back to claim her lips over her shoulder. My cock comes to rest in the cradle of her ass as I press up against her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, mimicking exactly what I plan to do between her legs. The kiss is sloppy and unhurried, and I’m impressed with myself for having resisted for this long from shoving into her. She wiggles her ass against me and I break away, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin under her ear before taking her lobe between my teeth in a warning to behave. Directing her hands once again to brace against the dresser, I line up behind her and press my cock against her opening.
Lucy’s gaze never leaves mine as I finally slide home. We both moan in unison at the penetration. Her walls clutch me with a vice-like pressure and I growl into the skin of her back.
“Perfect, Luce,” I murmur against her. “The fit issoperfect. Like you were made for me.”
She whimpers in response and her walls clench around me even tighter as she works to adjust to my size. When she’s ready I pull out, almost to the tip, then thrust back in in one smooth move. I set a steady rhythm, stroking into her deliberately slow. It’s torturous … but I want her to beg. Andshe does, whining my name again and again until I reward her by picking up the pace. Lucy meets me thrust for thrust, braced against the dresser, and straining on her toes to push back at me. I reach around to palm her tits, using them to balance my movements, pulling and twisting at her sensitive nipples.
Eventually, I slide my hand up to clutch at her throat, squeezing it lightly in tempo with my thrusts. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back in pleasure, but I want to see them. Gripping her jaw I direct her attention back to the mirror, whispering, “Watch me, kitten. Watch me fuck you. See how well you take my cock? Just look at you stretched so tightly around me.”
Lucy’s eyes flare and drop to the space between her legs where we’re joined. She lets out a ragged breath, reaching an arm around to clutch at me over her shoulder. I lean forward sliding a hand into her hair and tilting her head to once again claim her lips. Her tongue delves into my mouth and she hums. When her muscles start to contract around me I know she’s close again. I break the kiss but keep my hands tangled in her locks, using them to rein her back against me again and again as I shove into her hard and fast.
“Watch now, baby,” I command. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come undone for me.”
I feel the flutters of Lucy’s impending orgasm a moment before it hits in full force. She tries to throw her head back, but I tighten my fingers in her hair and hold her steady, eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth opens in a wordless cry and I can tell the moment she’s no longer seeing us, her eyes going distant as she pulses around me.
My groan is harsh and low and I clamp my teeth on her shoulder to keep from going over the edge with her. I’m not ready to be done yet. Lucy shakes in my arms, little aftershocks from her release rocking her system as she struggles to come back down from her high.I observe her in the mirror, committing the moment to memory, awed at the sight of her so completely lost to her pleasure.
