“A thong,” she gasps, then gives a high, keening cry when my fingers find exactly how wet she is. Her inner thighs are damp with her need. I rub lightly over her clit and then separate her folds with two fingers. “Ian, please,” she says, but I want to hear exactly what she desires. Her lower lips feel swollen against the pads of my fingers, and I rub her lightly, enjoying the miniscule shudders each feathery touch invokes.
“What is it that you want?” I whisper into her ear. Through the fabric of my shirt, I can feel her turgid nipples, but it’s not enough. I want her bare skin against mine. I want to sink balls-deep into her hot, steamy cunt. “Unbutton my shirt, bunny. I need to feel your breasts against me.”
Tiny tugs the shirt out of my pants and her fingers fumble with my buttons, unfastening two and then skipping one because the shirt is bunched up. She strokes her hands over my pectorals and the ridges of my abdomen. Her fingers hook around my sides.
“What’d you call these again?” She rubs her thumbs over the crest of the muscles.
“Obliques.”
“They are so sexy,” she says and then pushes up on her elbows and licks one from its tip to the point where it disappears into my pants.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” I bite out. She’s running her tongue along my waistband, and my cock eagerly pushes against the fabric, wanting in her sweet mouth. I sift my fingers through her hair and hold her head as she explores my body with her nimble fingers and clever tongue. My cock throbs in anticipation. “We should join a nudist colony.”
I can feel her mouth curve into a smile against my ribs. “You’d let other men see me naked?” she asks coyly, knowing that I would never.
Tumbling her back against the car cushions, I bury my face in her neck. “Never. We’ll go to the Maldives. Kaga has a resort there. We’ll rent a villa and stay for a month. Clothes will be banned, and we’ll do nothing but eat, sleep, and make love. My cock should be inside you 24/7.”
“Is that even possible? Could you stay hard that long?” Her giggles send puffs of air skittering across my scalp.
“If I was in your pussy? How can you even doubt it?” I grind my erection into the vee of her legs to show her how ready I am and always will be for her.
When the car comes to a halt for longer than thirty seconds, I realize we must be home. Reluctantly, I pull down her shirt and fasten her pants so that we don’t give Steve a show. Tiny is familiar enough with me by now that she realizes I truly don’t like anyone else seeing her lovely body. A base part of me which I try to ignore would like to dress her in a shroud, covering her from head to toe so that no one else can even look into her eyes.
Alone and in our home, she would remove that shroud, slowly disrobing, revealing each part of her body—from her elegant ankles to her erotic eyes—and I would revel in the fact that only I would see her.
I don’t bother with the buttons to my shirt. This whole outfit will be trashed and a new suit will be sent as a replacement to Kaga.
“Thanks, Steve,” I say, helping Tiny out of the car. She ducks her head, still embarrassed by the fact that Steve knows we have sex.
“Thanks,” she mumbles and then hurries into the warehouse.
He shakes his head. “Nothing like Barbara,” he mutters referring to the exhibitionist. Steve had been the recipient of her attentions a while back as well.
“Barbara? I thought her name was Bettina.”
“Nah, pretty sure it was Barbara.”
We stare at each other in shared memory, and Steve even manages to crack a smile, which for him is equal to a belly laugh.
“No, nothing like Barbara,” I admit softly, watching the lights turn on as Tiny makes her way upstairs. Slapping a hand on his back, I tell him, “Tomorrow morning we’ll take care of the trash.”
“Good idea.”
“Not too early, though,” I instruct, my eyes still on the lights in my home. Before I had Tiny, when I arrived at the warehouse the place would be dark. She was turning my residence into a real home. Steve senses my preoccupation, climbs into the car, and drives off without another word.
I take my time following Tiny inside, tracing her footsteps and wondering what parts of the walls and floor she’s touched. I want her stamp on every part of my life—no area is too unimportant or miniscule.
There are lights on in the kitchen and one in the living room. Her path leads me up the stairs and into our bedroom. On the billowy comforter rests her purse, and the dim light of the bathroom pulls me forward. In the dressing room, I find her removing her lace shirt and carefully hanging it in the closet. Her pants come off next, and she tosses those in the hamper.
There’s nothing left but a tiny navy-blue thong. Her back to me, she hooks two fingers into the sides and then slowly drags the sodden material down over the apple-round curve of her ass and her strong thighs. She bends as she pulls the fabric down, so that her ass is prominently displayed and I catch a glimpse of her swollen lips.
Bending almost in half, she finally steps out of the thong, leaving it to lie on the carpet of the dressing room as she stands up, dragging her hands up her legs and then her outer thighs. This display is all for me, and it’s working well.
“Come over and feel what you’ve made hard.” I crook my finger toward her. She saunters over to me, her feet still encased in high wedges with navy ribbons around her ankles. There are other places I’d like to see ribbons wrapped. Her thighs. Her wrists. Her neck.
There are so many fantasies I have, and only one lifetime to get them all in.
“You look like a fucking goddess.”
I don’t move from the door, wanting to see how far her boldness extends. As she walks toward me I can see small reflections of light glinting off the arousal painted on her thighs. My breath quickens, and my cock feels like it grows another inch.
“I’m horny,” she proclaims accusingly. “The looks you were giving me at the Plaza. The way you touched me in the car. You’ve worked me up.”
“Bunny, I’m going to take care of you.”
She stops in front of me and unhurriedly drops to her knees, dragging her hands down my legs. My hands go to my waistband, but she bats them away. “I’m going to get you worked up now. See how you like it. Hands up.”
Widening my stance, I lean against the doorjamb, uncaring that it’s an uncomfortable position and the wood trim is digging into my back. I lift my hands behind my head in a gesture of surrender. “I’m ready to take my punishment.”
“Good. You don’t get to come until I tell you.” Her smile is naughty. Whatever game she wants to play tonight, I’m in. I’m so fucking in.
“I’m your humble servant.” And that’s the God’s honest truth. I’d do anything for her, including keeping my hands to myself and my orgasm at bay.
She unfastens my pants and drags down the fabric just enough that my cock springs free. With a soft hand, she cups my balls and pulls them above the constraining fabric. It’s like wearing too-tight clothes, but the extra tension is only making me harder.
Her hand smoothes down my hard length. “How big are you?”
“Big enough,” I grunt as she pets the top of my circumcised head and then runs her finger under the bulbous tip.
“You’re bigger than the span of my fingers.” She stretches her hand out to display the deficit. Her pinky and thumb can’t reach the base and tip at the same time, falling a few inches short. “And you’re wide. It’s hard to get my mouth around you.”
She dips her head and sucks in the very tip of my cock. My hands clench behind my head in restraint. I want to reach for her head and shove my dick into her mouth and down her tight throat. We’ve done it once. She’s taken me so deep that her voice was raspy afterward. This is her show, I remind myself. With some effort, I force myself to relax as much as possible.
“It takes a lot of licking to get your whole dick wet.” Her little tongue laps at me, licking the edges and spending extra time laving the veins that stand promin
ently under the sensitive skin of my cock. “I’m going to have to use both my hands, it’s so big.”
Jesus. Can I die of a hard-on? Can I get so erect and so hard that I actually drop dead? Because I feel close to dying as she interlocks her two hands and starts squeezing her palms up and down my swollen member.
“Your body is a perfect fit for mine,” I tell her.
“I don’t know.” Her voice is tremulous, and I can’t tell whether that’s part of the act or whether it’s from her arousal. Maybe a bit of both. “It’s just so huge I worry that it won’t fit inside me. Maybe if I suck on it, it will get smaller.”
I release a strangled laugh. “Yes, let’s try that.”
“But you have so much come. Sometimes I can’t swallow it all. Sometimes it spills out the side of my mouth and dribbles onto my chin.”
The filthy, erotic picture she’s painting is making my entire frame shake with want. I switch my hands from cupping my head to gripping the wood trim, uncaring that the hard edges are biting into my skin. I need the pain to keep me upright. To keep me from throwing her onto her back and plunging into her like a fucking animal. Sides heaving, I manage to choke out an answer. “That’s okay. You can just wipe it off with your fingers.”
“Then should I lick my fingers?”
“Yes,” I groan. “You should lick it all up. It’s good for you. Lots of antibodies.”
“If you’re sure?” she says breathily. And then her mouth is on me. She takes me shallowly at first, humming a little so I feel the vibrations of sound rumble against my length. Her hands work my base in rhythm with her mouth in a steady, thrusting motion. My thighs tremble with the effort of standing upright. I need her to be with me. This gift of pleasure will feel only half as good if she isn’t going crazy.
“Does it taste good, bunny? Did you miss having my fat cock in your mouth today? Did you think about me at your desk, laying you down and shoving my cock down your throat?”
She nods and moans around me, but doesn’t stop the pace.
“I thought of you today, all day. My pants were so tight. I thought about your hot little body wrapped around mine. I fantasized about your mouth sucking me down. I nearly passed out at the memory of your throat bulging with my dick and the raspy notes of want you voiced after I’d fucked your mouth and throat so hard. I wanted you to come to my office so I could hoist you onto the desk and pull down your panties. I imagine your cunt slick and ready for me. Your little lips swollen with need. Your moans fill my office as I devour you. While you’re still coming from your first orgasm, I slide my fingers inside your spasming channel and stroke you until you soak my hand as well.”
One hand abandons my cock to dip between her legs. Christ, that’s hot. I keep talking because I’m not supposed to touch her.
“What do you feel between your legs? Are you slippery? Do you feel empty? I can see your thighs clenching. I imagine your pussy is clenching too. It wants my cock filling it up, doesn’t it?”
She takes me deeper, and whether it’s to shut me up or turn me on even more, I don’t know and I don’t care. At the first entrance into her throat, I’m speechless. Then she swallows and the muscles tighten all around me. I shout out a warning to her, “Goddammit, I’m coming.” She only sucks harder, and I come, barely keeping upright as my entire focus centers around my groin. Pumping almost helplessly against her, she holds my hips in her soft hands to keep me from choking her. And when she’s drunk it all down, my softened cock slips out of her mouth.
I loosen my grip on the wall to tuck one hand under her chin and tangle my other in her long golden strands. Tipping her head back, I search for visible affirmation that this is what she wanted. Her face glows in satisfaction, and in her eyes I see pride and power and confidence. Sinking to my knees, I take her mouth with mine as gently as possible. “You undo me,” I whisper against her lips and then kiss her even more tenderly, tasting myself on her tongue.
“I wanted that,” she croaks, the abrasion of her throat altering her tone. Impossibly, I harden again at the sound, as the memory of her swallowing me whole threatens to overwhelm me. With effort, I rise and pull her into my arms, carrying her into the bedroom.
As the high of the orgasm wears off, I feel an ache in my chest, thighs, and face from the earlier beating. I keep the lights low so she can’t see any developing bruises. Pulling back the sheets with one hand as I hold her against my chest with the other, I lay her gently onto the bed and cover her with the comforter.
“Stay here,” I order. In the bathroom, I quickly wash my face, throwing the washrag in the trash after I see that makeup has soiled it. It takes a hard scrubbing to get it all off, and it’s almost more painful to remove the makeup from my bruises then it was to get the lacerations in the first place. Tomorrow I’ll have to ask Tiny exactly how women do it. Or maybe I’ll just watch her and discover it for myself. The clothes I borrowed from Kaga are tossed in the same bin.
Making sure most of the lights are out, I return to her. The disarray of the sheets reveals her restlessness. Kneeling by the side of the bed, I draw the covers back so her body is exposed. “Does my bunny ache?” I ask her, drawing my fingers down the center of her cunt.
“Yes,” she admits, her voice still hoarse.
“You’re going to have to make do with my mouth.”
“Bring it.” She gives a low, almost painful laugh.
I take my time, though, nuzzling her thighs and enjoying her spicy scent. Her arousal dampens my cheeks and nose as I re-acquaint myself with her treasure. With measured strokes of my tongue, I lap at her juices. This time I’m not a hungry bear marauding a buffet. I’m taking my time. This is a leisurely exploration of all the pleasure points that exist between her legs. And there are a lot.
Her little clit is stiff. I suck on it, flicking it with my tongue and enjoying the panting cries the action elicits. Her lips are engorged with blood, and though it is dark, I remember how they look: dusky and plump. I french those lips, sucking each between my lips and tickling the sensitive center with my tongue.
Two fingers slip into her, their passage made easy by her abundant arousal. Inside, I feel her hot and tight against my digits. Palm up, I stroke her with long, even caresses while I work the rest of her cunt with my mouth. Every inch gets licked. Her inner thighs are the recipients of love bites, followed by soothing pets of my tongue, and finished by tender kisses. I might not mark her neck, but I’m going to leave signs of my invasion all over her legs. My beard growth gently abrades her, adding an extra layer of sensation.
Her hands alternate between pulling at my hair and pushing at the headboard for leverage. She moans and sighs and cries, a symphony of fucking accompanied by the juicy sounds of her cunt and my own groans as I feast on the delight before me.
All too soon she’s coming. Her thighs shake and tremble, and her cries are more frantic. “Ian, Ian, Ian,” she wails. Her chants of worship make me feel like a god. The blood is rushing from my head and hardening in my cock.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, please,” she begs. “I need you.”
TWELVE
SURGING UP TO COVER HER body with mine, the scent of her clings to my unshaven cheeks. Her legs fall open, and even in the dark of night I can see her glistening between her legs. My saliva and her come have mixed to form an erotic decoration of her body.
“Why are you stopping?” she whispers as I hesitate.
“I don’t know. I see you here, and I just want to worship you.” I run my hands down her sides, shaping her form. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her cunt beckons me, and I slide the tip of my cock in and feel her soft embrace fold around the head. I close my eyes and savor the moment, knowing I should pull out right then and sheathe myself. But I don’t want to. She mindlessly urges me forward, her hands grasping at my ass cheeks and her thighs pulling at me. I slip an inch further inside. It’s fucking heaven, and I don’t want to leave.
Her back arches
and her head tips back, her entire body urging me to take her hard. I plunge inside her with one long stroke, enjoying the naked feeling of her ridged channel sliding against my bare flesh. She cries out. I bite my own lip to suppress a shout. Her heat surrounds me from crest to base. I still for a moment so that I can feel the small pulses as her sex stretches to accommodate me. A squeeze of her hand on my hip signals me that she’s ready.
I look down between us and wish there was more light so I could see in detail the way her folds part as I drag my cock slowly in and out of her. My cock is slicked with her arousal, and the wet sounds of her cunt are matched by breathless panting from both of us.
“Tomorrow we’ll do this in front of the mirror so you can see how gorgeous you look.” My hands smooth over her shoulders, tracing the tense arms, enjoying the feel of the muscles in her biceps. I plump her breasts, fondling her nipples. Her chest heaves with labored breath, making my hands rise and fall. All the while, I’m shuttling in and out of her in even measure. She shackles my wrists with her fingers, alternatingly clenching and releasing them like a cat kneading her favored human.
Leaning over her, I brace an elbow by her side so I can kiss all of the tender places I’ve stroked with my hand.
The cords of her neck stand proud as she arches into me. The tenseness of her body, the flush of her face, and the urgent way she claws at my back all tell me she is ready to come. I slip my free hand between us. Her clit is swollen and sensitive. When I press my thumb against it, she screams my name. The sound ricochets inside the bedroom and inside my head.
I work her steadily through her orgasm. Even when she whimpers “no more,” I don’t let up. There’s more inside her. “Ride it out, bunny,” I croon in her ear. She’s entering that pleasure/pain stage where every touch is electrifying, and she’s not sure whether it’s good or bad. On the other side is another more intense orgasm, and I want her to reach it.
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