by Brit Ryder
“Perhaps we should find a more private place,” I say. She is quiet for a moment, but then nods. We reluctantly part and just in time, too, as a guard saunters into the alcove, his eyes searching us out. I lead her out of the exhibit and down a different hallway. She walks ahead of me again, taking me to a room full of Impressionists. I smile when I see Monet and Seurat remembering how I wanted to fuck her between those paintings.
“Is this your favorite?” She stops when she sees the expression on my face.
“If I said yes, that would make me like every other person.” I shove my hands back in my pockets and carefully readjust my harness to relieve some pressure.
“You smiled when we walked in here,” she says.
“I smiled because the view makes me happy,” I say, looking her over. She twirls back around, her dress flaring out, the movement sexy and provocative. This playful side of Lily I don’t know, but I want to know it better. There are two other people in this room, but she enters anyway. I thought for sure she wanted to find a place quickly for our tryst. I follow her, but instead of standing next to her, I sit on the bench and watch her. She spends several minutes walking the room enjoying the paintings, but when the other two patrons leave, she walks straight over to me. I lean back on the bench and rest my left ankle on my right knee. As raw and carnal as we planned this to be, I’m really enjoying this slow, seductive afternoon.
“It’s too bad the contemporary art wing is under construction.” She leans down, placing one hand on the bench arm rest, the other on my thigh. I blatantly stare at her cleavage, the perfect swell of her breasts so close to my face. I reach out and run my fingers over her neck, my gaze never leaving hers. I trail my fingers down to her smooth breasts and watch her pupils dilate with want. Outwardly, she is so calm, but her body is brimming with desire. I’ve never wanted to please another woman as much as I want to please her. She licks her lips again and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. I reach up and run my thumb across her lips, anxious to taste her, feel her. She licks my fingertips and sucks my forefinger inside. Her mouth is warm, strong, and her tongue is doing incredible things to my finger, the kind of things I want her to do to my cock. Her hand slides forward on my thigh. In an act of brazen lust, I capture her hand and bring it to the apex of my thighs. For a brief moment, I feel her hesitate, but then she starts rubbing me up and down, the motion pressing against my clit causing me to buck my hips into her hand. If she keeps doing this, I will come quickly. I stop her. I want to save my orgasm for when I am deep inside of her, feeling her body shake against mine.
“Shall we go make sure that it is still under construction?” She nods. I stand so that we’re flush against one another. Her hand is pressed between our bodies. A guard walks in, but she doesn’t move her hand. I slide my hand between our bodies to capture hers. “Let’s go,” I say. She turns on her stilettos, her hand still in mine, and we exit the room. The rapid click of her heels reminds me of a lawyer pressed for time getting to the courtroom or a sales representative walking fast through the airport, hoping her airplane is still at the gate. She walks with determination, the playfulness over. We find a wide marble staircase leading downstairs and before she hits the first step, I pull her back to me into a dark corner. “I need to taste you.” I gently touch her cheek before I crush her against me.
She moans as my tongue forces her mouth open, our teeth clicking as our chemistry ignites and explodes. She’s everything she promised and more. As beautiful as the dress is, I want to rip the straps of her dress down and free her creamy breasts from their confinement. I want to push them together and lick the space between them, press my thumbs into her areolae, suck her nipples. She pulls back from me when we hear a sound on the steps above us. Her cheeks are flushed. Her chest is heaving from trying to breathe while kissing me. My fists clench at my sides. I have a need to always touch beautiful things. I want to touch her everywhere. I want to feel her naked, warm body press into mine and beg me to please her. My heart races knowing that very soon we will be getting what we both want. We stare at one another and listen for the footsteps getting louder, closer. I unclip the Do Not Enter chain designed to keep people out and we sneak downstairs. I follow her, four purposeful steps behind. I like watching her walk. Her hand rests gently on the banister as she descends. Her other hand is holding her skirt slightly up as if there is a possibility of her tripping over it even though it just brushes past her knees. She is refined, yet deliciously carnal. I close the gap by two steps. At the bottom of the stairs, she turns and darts into a bathroom. She grabs my hand and pulls me with her.
“There are cameras down here, but not in this room,” she says. I’m surprised she is concerned about getting caught. Last night, she didn’t seem to care if we had sex right there in the gift shop. Her voyeuristic side concerned me a little, but today she is taking the same precautions I would. I’m all for sex with no strings attached, but I’d like to have just us as the audience.
I pull her against me and turn us so that her back is up against the door. Her lipstick is slightly smudged from the kiss on the stairs. I rub my thumb on her lip again, smearing it more. She knows I don’t like lipstick. I told her that during one of our late night chats. I lower my head to kiss her again, but right before my lips touch hers, she turns in my arms. She puts her palms against the door as if bracing herself. I know what she wants. I drop to my knees. I touch the back of her calves, the warmth of her body burning chills into me, and run my hands up the back of her legs all the way up until I feel her panties. They are lacy and wet. I move my hands up until I reach the top of them. Without hesitation, I pull them down until they are handcuffed around the tops of her stilettos. They glisten with her essence. Her warm, needy scent is driving me crazy. I hold her hand while she steps out of them and I slip them into my back pocket. They are mine now. Her forehead is pressed up against the door, her eyes narrow slits. She doesn’t question me, only watches.
I reach to the front of her legs and run my fingertips up her thighs, my lips and tongue moving at the same speed tasting the back of her legs. She is smooth and soft and I don’t want to ever stop touching her. She is perfection in my embrace. She moans and pushes her hips out, anxious for my tongue to reach her sweet spot. I lick the curve of her ass as my fingers rub her swollen slit. She gasps loudly and spreads her legs further apart. She has the tightest, most well-defined rear I’ve ever seen. I move my hands away from her pussy to spread her ass apart and run my tongue up and down until she moans with wanton appreciation. I slide one hand back down to her pussy and slip two fingers inside of her. She is tight, but slick, and I feel the walls of her core grab and pulsate around me. She groans when I push my fingers deeper. She is so ready for me. I want to claim her in a selfish way even though I know I shouldn’t because I will want more of her. I doubt I could get tired of her curves, her scent, her taste.
“Yes, oh yes.” Her voice is only a breathy whisper, but it echoes in my ears. I stand up, my fingers still inside of her, and push up against her.
“Do you like this?” She whimpers. My ego grows at her submission. “Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes.” She nods.
As much as I want to fuck her up against this door, I know that I will probably hurt her this way. I look around the room for the first time. This is a very plush bathroom. The front room has two chaise lounge chairs, a coffee table with art magazines, and vases of tasteful, but fake flowers. A doorway leads to an adjoining room. Marble sinks are just visible from where I stand.
I thrust my fingers inside of her one last time before I pull them out. She sags against the door. She turns to face me. I slowly lick my fingers, then bring them to her lips. She sucks them into her mouth, closing her eyes as she works them around her tongue. I reach for her hand and pull her to me. I’m careful with her and kiss her gently on her lips.
“You taste incredible.” I lead her over to one of the chaises and sit down. She stands between my legs.
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p; “What do you want?” Her voice is low and laced with longing.
There are so many things that come to mind. I want her, I want to please her, I want her to feel everything I am. The fluttering in my chest, the tightness of my body, the need to release with her, because of her. “Turn around,” I say. She lifts her eyebrow, but does as I bid. I reach up and unzip her dress halfway. I turn her back to me. “Now take down your straps.” Her nipples are straining against her dress. I lean back to watch her lower the straps and free her breasts. The bodice falls forward and rests at her waist. “You’re stunning.” Her smile looks pained. She reaches up and massages her breasts and pinches her nipples until she moans. I wait for her to open her eyes before I touch her. I want her to know it’s me. “Look at me,” I say. She opens her eyes and stares at me. I lean forward and suck one of her perfectly erect nipples into my mouth. Her nails scratch the back of my neck, her neediness evident in the way she pulls at my hair and pushes me into her. I bite her. Not hard, but enough to make a slight mark around the areola. My first mark on her. I think I hurt her, but she moves my mouth to the other breast.
“Again.”
I suck harder, bite harder until she cries out, the sound a mixture of pain and ecstasy. I stop and soothe her with my tongue, lapping at the slight indention of my teeth marks, peppering her breast with tiny kisses.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask. She pulls my hair, forcing me to look up at her. She rubs her fingers over my mouth, studying my lips.
“Only in a good way. You have the perfect mouth. Beautiful shape, fantastic ability,” she says.
“You haven’t even experienced the best part yet.”
“I can’t wait.” She drops to her knees and reaches for my zipper. My breath catches. I watch her fingers rub up and down my shaft. She unbuttons my pants and pulls down the waistband of my boxers so that the tip of my cock is visible. She pulls the condom off and leans over to lick the tip, her eyes never leaving mine. I push the boxers down further. She runs her tongue along the base of the shaft. Her hand barely touches my mound, but enough that I feel her. She is hesitant and unsure, but continues, as if she knows that I will tell her if she is not pleasing me. She sucks my cock into her mouth, her head slowly bobbing down on it. I moan as I watch her. Her breasts are rubbing against the inside of my thighs. It’s erotic to watch her, to feel her body against me and her fingers slightly grazing my slit. “Will you please fuck me now?” The look she gives me is unguarded and pure. My heart speeds up again. She wants me. I pull her up from between my legs until she is standing.
“Lie down.” I point to the chaise lounge and she lays on her back, spreading her legs wide for me. “I want to see your beautiful pussy. Pull your dress up.” She pulls it up so that her dress is now a thick wrap around her waist only. Her breasts are bare, her pussy is exposed. Both need my attention. I can see how wet she is already. I lean over her as I kneel between her thighs. She reaches down and guides me between her legs. I feel her run the head up and down her slit. When she guides it to her opening, I take over and gently push into her, waiting for her to adjust to me. She arches her back and moans, allowing me to slip my hands under her and hold her in place while I sink farther inside of her. I pull back a few inches, then push back inside. I do this a few times until I am all the way inside of her, allowing her to get used to me. She is tighter than I anticipated. My clit pulsates just thinking about how tight she is, how deep I am inside of her. Her acceptance of me stirs a protectiveness that I was not expecting. I want to satisfy her in a way that makes her want to do this again and again. I can’t remember the last time I cared more about a woman’s needs than my own. I can’t disappoint her and make this all about me. When she told me the size of her dildo at home before, I thought the one I purchased might not do the trick. Her tightness tells me otherwise. I feel her relax in my arms so I know she has acclimated to my cock. I carefully slide her down on the chaise, giving myself enough room to move without both of us falling off. Being almost six feet tall can be a curse, especially when dealing with a five foot long couch.
“Are you okay?” I whisper in her ear. I run my tongue down her neck until she answers me.
“You feel so good,” she says. I slowly move my hips into her, relishing her appreciative moans in my hair. “So good.” She says that a few times so I pick up the pace. She clutches me, digging her fingertips into my back. I suck on the muscle in her neck and move my hips faster. Her moans turn into tiny yells every time I move deep inside of her.
I slow down and look into her eyes. “You are going to have to be quiet. We don’t want anybody catching us.”
“I promise. Just don’t stop,” she says. I slide my hands under her ass and tilt her hips up toward me. It’s a better angle and I am able to get deep inside and move faster. I fuck her just like I promised last night. Hard and fast. I watch her tilt her head back, the angle exposing her long neck that is now covered with red marks from my mouth. I should have been more careful. Her hands slide down to my thighs, pushing against me. I think she wants me to stop, so I still my movements afraid I am hurting her, ignoring my need to come. She groans with disappointment. “Why did you stop?”
“Is this too hard? You’re pushing against my thighs.” I lean down, kiss her hard, and suck her tongue into my mouth. She whimpers and breaks the kiss.
“It’s so that you’ll fuck me deeper,” she says. I hear myself growl. I slip out of her slowly, but flip her quickly. Before she has a chance to protest or agree, I lift her hips up and slide back into her. I’m not gentle and she cries out, but this time with passion. She is louder than she was last night on the phone. I’m fucking her so hard that I’m moving her even though she is pushing back into me with every thrust. Her knees are going to be raw, but I don’t care. She grabs the front of the chaise and holds herself in place. I watch her in the mirror—head back, eyes closed, full breasts swinging. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She is so open and trusting. My heart flips in my chest when her eyes meet mine in the reflection. Her face is completely overcome with passion as she surrenders her body to us. I keep the same rhythm, same depth so as to not throw off her climb. Her mouth drops open, her eyes squeeze shut tight and her back arches. Her orgasm is beautiful to watch. I run my hand over her back, stroking her softly as the aftershocks subside. I’m not done with her yet. She slowly sinks face down on the chaise and stretches out like a kitten. I tuck my cock back in my boxers, pull my pants up to my waist, and drop to my knees.
“Roll over,” I say. She looks at me in surprise, but abides. Apparently, she thought we were done. I pull her legs down to me so that she is now at the end of the chaise. She smells like sex and a sweetness that is either her lotion or perfume. I kiss the sides of her knees and work my way to the junction of her thighs. I lick her slit, moaning as I lap up her juices. I focus on her clit. The small pearl is swollen, engorged, and beautiful. She hooks her knees over my shoulders and grabs the back of my head, holding me close to her. She gyrates her hips against my mouth. I lift her legs off of my shoulder and push them up to her breasts, spreading her wide. My tongue dips down to her ass and I lick her hard. She holds her legs, freeing my hands to add to her pleasure. I press two fingers inside her and slide my forefinger up and down the warm crook of her ass. She relaxes her hips. I suck her clit until I feel her legs shake and her moans increase. She is going to come again. I press my mouth into her harder. Another orgasm wracks her body. Then another. She stops me after the second one. “I can’t. I want to, but I can’t.” I regretfully stop, loving the smell and taste of her. Her forearm is covering her face so I can’t tell her reaction. I crawl up her, placing tiny kisses along the way until we are face to face. She moves her arm and stares at me.
“Kiss me,” she says. She runs her fingers over my face, resting them against my swollen lips. It’s an intimate gesture, one that I don’t expect. I kiss her softly and sweetly, surprising myself.
“Do you know what I want?” I a
sk. She doesn’t answer me, but she reaches down and unbuttons my pants.
“I know what I want again. Are you sore?” she asks.
“More importantly, are you sore?” She answers me by rolling her hips into mine. I smile at her. I lean back and free my cock again. I tighten the straps of my harness so the base is snug against my already throbbing clit. I’m ready for my reward, for my release. She watches me, a look of fascination on her face. Still on my knees, I lean forward to tease her opening with the tip. I smile when she lifts her hips, wanting to feel me inside of her again. I tease her a few times until I can’t take it anymore and sink into her. The second I’m inside, I pound her, pulling her hips into me. I watch her face, her body flush with passion as red splotches explode on her cheeks, across her chest and thighs. She grabs her knees, spreading herself wider and rocks her hips into me. I’m not going to last. We both pant, almost in sync and the second I see her face tighten up at the onset of another orgasm, I moan out my own. I pump into her a few more times to milk my orgasm, then collapse, falling forward. I feel her arms gather me close. Her heartbeat is drumming in my ear and I smile when she strokes my hair. I know I’m sweaty, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I raise my head to look at her.
“I’m squishing you,” I say. She pulls me back down when I try to push myself off of her.
“Stay. Just for ten more seconds,” she says. I smile against her skin. I’m no longer comfortable at this angle, but she allowed me everything I wanted and if she wants to feel me on her, I’ll stay here a bit longer. I like the feel of her arms around me.
“You were very loud. I expect the guards to come busting in any moment.” I feel the vibration of her laugh, hear the throatiness of it against my ear.
“Oh, I was loud? I believe you’re the one who just howled,” she says. She releases her hold on me and we get up from the chaise lounge—my new favorite piece of furniture. I quickly adjust myself and straighten my clothes. She turns around and I zip her up, sad that her beautiful breasts are restrained again.
