He drags his hand from my breast after giving it one last squeeze and strokes his hand down to cup my core. My pelvis lifts into his grip, begging for his touch.
“I knew they’d never measure up to what you could give me.”
His pupils dilate, making his eyes look black.
“I wasn’t going to waste my time with men who didn’t know what they were doing, and who I couldn’t make myself feel attracted to.”
Rovin leans back onto his knees and looks at me. My skin is flushed and damp, my hair is probably a mess. My legs are parted, revealing my arousal.
“Touch yourself,” he says. “Show me how you made yourself come while thinking of me. Tell me what you imagined.”
Embarrassment creeps over my cheeks now, but he isn’t looking at my face, so I slip my hand to my pussy and begin with soft, light touches to my lips.
I take a deep breath and settle into the pillows.
“Remember the Gala last June?” I ask. “You didn’t see me, but I was there, wearing a green Valentino that I wore just for you.” His eyebrows flash at that. At knowing I was dressing for him,even though he never knew I was there. Had likely forgotten I existed after barely even an introduction 5 years prior.
I sip my fingers lightly into my entrance and spread my arousal around. “You were wearing that season’s Tom Ford and looked like you could rule the world with a snap of your fingers.” I bring my other hand to my mouth and lick my fingers before teasing my nipple. Rovin groans and pumps his heavy cock slowly. Squeezing out a large drop of precum.
“There was a stage,” I add, and he nods, remembering. “With these big, heavy curtains.” I slide my fingers up to my clit now and begin rubbing little circles there. “I imagined us behind them, me holding on to them while you took me from behind.”
He looks feral between my legs, pumping his cock and licking his lips as he watches me.
“I wanted you to fill me so full of your cum that it would leak out of me all through the rest of the night. Coat my thighs, ruin my dress. I wanted to be ruined by you.” My voice hitches on the last part, my fingers working a little faster. “I snuck back there,” I confess. I’ve never told a soul about what I did that night. How the sight of him drove me to absolute distraction. “I was quick about it, and had my eyes on you the whole time.”
He groans, his mouth goes slack and his eyes go heavy, but he still pumps his cock slowly, not wanting to beat me to the end.
“I wanted you to see me, see how wild you make me, how the thought of you drove me crazy and made me do crazy things.” I’m moving my fingers faster now, knowing I won’t last much longer with him watching me like this, with seeing him like this. “I wanted your cock so badly I had to bite down on my hand to stop from screaming when I came.”
That snaps the last thread of control inside him and he plunges his thick cock into my desperate pussy, grabbing both of mythighs to pull me against him. His cock throbs inside me, his eyes watching my fingers.
“Fuck, Claudia, you aren’t what I expected,” he says through gritted teeth. He draws out half way and thrusts back into me as I feel my muscles tightening. The sound he makes is the exact sound of a man holding on to control with everything he has, and it slipping from his grip anyway. “Your pussy is going to take every drop of my hot cum.” His breathing is coming in ragged pants of desperation now, and I can’t hold out. Seeing him on the edge of sanity like this because of me, because of how much I want him, undoes what’s left of my own control.
He pulls out half way once more, and this time, when he slams home, I break apart in the best way. It starts with a heat that blooms from my clit, I press my fingers either side of it, increasing the pressure as the warmth floods the rest of me and my body begins to jerk on his thick cock.
My muscles quiver, all of them at once, and Rovin’s breathing is punctuated now by desperate sounds of restraint.
Then the waves start. Pulse after pulse as my pussy drags at his cock, milking him. He breaks with a cry that’s half a victorious roar and half a shocked gasp as he fills me, keeping his eyes trained on the space where we’re connected.
As my orgasm subsides I lift myself onto my elbows so I can see too.
His cum is frothing around the base of his cock, his abs tightening with every spurt he releases inside me. I count five before the last, shuddering, ripple moves through him and he drops forward, catching himself on his hands beside my shoulders, his arms straight.
The space between us lets me see every part of him. His thick neck, broad shoulders, the goosebumps chasing over his chest as he drags in air.
“Stay like this,” he says. “Stay full of me.”
I nod, bringing my hands up to his arms. His cock twitches inside me, making me whimper with sensitivity.
His eyes come to mine.
“I did see you,” he says, pressing his pelvis against mine and closing his eyes briefly at the pleasure he finds in it. “I saw you at every gala, every function, every dinner.” Another press of his pelvis. “If I knew how you felt, I would have obliged. But since we aren’t there now…”
He rears back, pulling me with him. I instinctively wrap my legs around him and he maneuvers back off the bed and walks us to the window, lowering me to the floor.
“Turn around,” he says as he slides from my dripping cunt. I quickly do as I’m asked. “Hold on,” he whispers against my neck before leaning back to line himself up.
When he enters me this time, it’s not gentle or slow. It’s one, deep, almost violent thrust that has me lurching towards the window and holding onto his curtains harder.
