“I have imagined this moment many times, as you might have guessed.” I stand next to her, at first. Then I begin to circle the girl. “The moment you discover what you do to me.” I press myself against her full backside and whisper to her ear, “The moment I discover what you’ll let me do to you.”
She shudders against me, still standing silently.
I nuzzle the tip of my nose along the shell of her ear and let my voice settle into gravel. “I have wanted you naked for years, pet. Now, hold on to the back of the couch.”
She does so, and the pose makes her arch her back, lifting that perfect ass of hers.
“Spread your legs for me.”
When she does, her wet pussy catches the light.
The distance between our bodies is too much to bear. I trail a fingertip from her neck, down her spine, until I reach those magic spots. Her ass first, which makes her gasp. But it’s only a graze. That can wait. I have another target in mind.
When I reach her pussy, the low moan that follows is art. Massaging her there, I stir my fingers through her hair before gliding up the soaked middle. Taking my time makes her squirm for more, as if she wasn’t begging me for a break only minutes ago.
I pull my hand from her and give her a smack. Her breath halts as she adjusts to the sensation, the prickly heat of an easy spank. Her head whips around to look at me.
But she doesn’t change the position.
My handprint is rather fetching on her big ass. Pink, like her warmest places. I’d love to see her with something darker, but not now. Not yet. She’s not ready for that yet.
“Too much, pet?”
“Just…” She slowly turns back to face the wall. “Wasn’t expecting it.”
“What were you expecting of me?”
She giggles a little. “I have no idea.”
That makes me sigh. I unbuckle my belt and lower my trousers. “That’s not true, pet.” I lay my cock on her ass with a slight smack. “You said you’d always tell me the truth. But you lied to me.”
“What are you?—”
“You said you have no idea what you expected of me.” I reach around her hip for her clit and make her ass wriggle against my cock. “But I’m not the only one who has been thinking about this night for the past few years, am I?”
She’s quiet for a moment, as quiet as she can be when I’m touching her, anyway. “You’re not the only one. Sir.”
An involuntary growl rumbles from me. “Tell me what you expected, or I’ll fuck the answer out of you.”
“Then… I’m not telling you shit.”
I’m glad she can’t see the stupid grin on my face as I abandon her clit for my cock. I place one hand on her hip, and with the other, I rub the head against her wetness until I can’t stand holding back any longer. She must feel the same—she keeps rocking against me, as if I’d just fall into her at her own demand.
The moment she stops, I thrust in hard.
“Oh, fuck!” she squeaks out, as her hands grip the couch for balance. Her knees buckle forward, falling onto the couch seat. Perfect.
Our bodies stay together as I arch into her, relishing that soft wetness. How long has it been since I touched anything this soft? Like hot, soaked silk, gripping me with every thrust. My ballsthrob for the next thrust, and I’m unleashed, mad with need. Our bodies smack together over and over, and her body tenses.
She’s close.
That will not do.
I rip off my shirt and pull out. She whimpers for more. But I grab her and toss her onto her back on the couch, before I climb on top of her again, my pants and boxers a distant memory. Her legs split for me, then wrap around my waist as she pulls me down for a kiss. This time, I lay my cock onto her clit and slowly pump back and forth on her there.
She begs against my mouth, murmuring words of promise. “I’ll do anything, please!”
“You want my cock, pet?”
