by Brown, Tara
I bite my lip and shoulder out of the blouse. I'm wearing a strapless white bustier with a lot of push up. Maintaining eye contact with him, I undo my jeans. I turn around and pull them down, bending over completely. I have on ruffled white underwear that matches the bustier. His head tilts slightly as he watches, making a sliver of a smile grace my lips. I stand up and turn around.
He looks flabbergasted. I have a small mental dance party and turn around. I bend over the bed and wait for it.
When I hear him get up I brace for the hand on my ass. He's rushed from the unexpected aspects of this and not grabbed a paddle or hairbrush from the wall.
What I get surprises me. His warm lips press against my left ass cheek. His hands slide up and down my thigh. It's nice.
I'm about to beg, he likes it when I beg, when he pulls his face away and his hand makes contact with my right cheek.
I moan into the bedding.
"You like that don’t you? You thought I was going to go easy on you because you wore pretty underwear?" He slaps in the same spot. I writhe and mouth breathe into the blankets. "What you didn’t know, is I like you in your cotton underwear. I like you that way."
I do know that. I know how he feels about slutty underwear. I grin as his hand makes contact once more.
"If you want to dress that way. I can treat you that way."
I bury my face to hide the smile crossing my lips as I hear the buckle of his pants. He spreads my legs with his and slides my underwear to the side. His fingers slide up and down me, soaking in the moisture. He plunges a finger in, making a gasp rip from my parted lips. His body bends over mine as his finger plunges in and out. He grabs my shoulder and pulls me back a bit, arching my back more. He's pumping in and out and I'm clawing at the bed. I pull away before I orgasm, making him chuckle.
"Not the orgasm you want baby?"
I shake my head.
He rips the panties off me, making me a bit sad momentarily. They cost a small fortune and matched the bustier.
He's between my thighs and pulling my butt into him. He rubs himself up and down me, before slipping only the tip in. I try to push back, to get more, but he doesn’t let me. He slowly enters, not rough.
"You will come when I let you." He growls. He bends and kisses my back softly. He knows how much I hate soft slow sex. I clench my jaw.
He rams me once hard and fast. I cry out but then he slows again. He's driving me insane with the inconsistent thrusts. I'm ready to knock him out and ride him my way. He slides his hand up my back, massaging and rubbing. He is thrusting slowly and evenly. His hand slides up the back of my head. He grabs a fist full of hair, right in the sweet spot and pulls my head back. Then he starts to buck, the right way. He's slamming me and pulling my hair like a savage. I'm crying out and clenching him. I orgasm as he growls, "You like it that way, don’t you?"
He moans as my clenching and squeezing forces his orgasm. He collapses on my back and kisses it softly.
We roll up into the bed and lie there for a minute, trying to catch our breath.
He strokes my head and looks at me, "What time are you going to the rings?"
I smirk. There is no weird pillow talk and no pretending we're soft delicate people. No apologies, limits yes, but no shame.
I glance up at him, "I'm meeting Angelo at seven. We're going to try to get as many places involved as we can. The program is looking like it will go ahead. Self-defense classes for free for every girl on Saturday afternoons. Angelo is cool with teaching it as long as he gets to kick my ass the whole time."
He arches an eyebrow, "Yeah that's realistic. Stuart picking you up?"
I nod, "Yah. He's taking me driving later with Jake." I roll my eyes, "They are so mean to me about my shit-ass driving."
He laughs and kisses my forehead, "You suck, that’s why."
I shove him but he grins harder, "Hey, I watched you take driving lessons in New Mexico. I saw what was happening there. Why do you think I hired Stuart when you moved here? That driver's-ed guy said you had been trying for years and the church finally said no more. You cost a fortune."
I furrow my brow, "Hurtful."
His face softens. He kisses my face again. I climb out of the bed and shrug on my robe. I pass him his. He stands and I trace my fingers along the cross on his left side. I bend forward and gently kiss her name. I walk to the door and offer him my hand. He takes it, kissing it, letting me lead him for a change.
The End
