That only worked, however, if he was allowed to parse his thoughts as they came to him. Her constant demands that he answer questions, as flirty as they were, did not help.
“Yes.” Joseph stilled her head with his hand. There would be no missed kisses now. “God, yes, I want to fuck you.”
Her smirk was shaky as soon as he let out that growl that emerged whenever he was about to make love to a beautiful woman. Angelica, Stella… Sylvia. It didn’t matter. They were all beautiful in their own ways. Angelica with her elegance. Stella with her bombshell bravado. Sylvia with her… whatever it was making him lose his mind. He’d figure it out later.
Right now he only wanted to think about that cleavage taunting his desires. Those white thighs, unblemished thanks to her youth, splitting over his lap and coaxing his cock to stand to attention. I know. I remember. Everything about making love to her. So did his cock. It was quite adamant that they get back to it. I’ll last longer this time. That could either be paradise or torture.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Joseph asked.
Airy kisses dotted his jaw and snaked down his throat. Sylvia’s hips lightly thrust against his, drawing his erection up, up until it pushed against her folds. Two, three layers of clothes existed between them, but Joseph swore he could feel every stroke.
“I don’t merely want to fuck you, Joseph,” she cooed. “I want to abandon ship and swim to a private island with you.”
It was an act. She was acting, right? These were lines she fed men to the point she didn’t even realize she said them anymore.
This was almost confirmed when she then said, “It may be ‘just’ sex, Joseph, but it’s great sex. Every time I look at, kiss, and feel you up, I get lost in nasty fantasies of you doing incredible things to me.” Her hands grabbed the back of the chair. Her breasts shoved into his face until he gave in and capsized within them. The scent of sweat, perfume, and sex hit him immediately. Gone. He was a fucking goner…
So why was she hopping off his lap and leaving him dazed in the chair?
“What size are you, stud?” Sylvia opened a nondescript jewelry box next to her bed. Condoms of various sizes and brands were neatly arranged in straight lines. “Large?” Her cheeky grin over her shoulder almost distracted him from the firm ass that was also quite cheeky in those lacy panties. “Extra-large?” She pulled a condom from the box without looking. “Magnum?”
“Shouldn’t joke about stuff like that.”
Sylvia returned, leaving the unopened package on the arm of the chair. Joseph glanced at it, impressed that she had grabbed the one he would have. “I ain’t joking. Let me put it on.”
“Right now?”
She smiled at his erection straining against his pants. “You wanna do something else first?”
Joseph placed his hands on her breasts. One flick of his fingers and he could have them popping out of her strapless bra with no issue. Fuck. She’s what… a C? 34C? If she got to impress him by knowing his condom size, then the least he could do was impress her by guessing her bra size. But she was young. Perky. Taut. Bouncy. Nipples as pink as candy and eager to get as hard as his cock. I want them in my mouth. Restraint made him behave. For now.
“I want to explore your body.”
Her eyes widened, briefly glancing at the bed behind her.
“Not there. Here.”
Whatever Sylvia had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t this. But, as it turned out, she really didn’t know Joseph that well… did she? She never anticipated him sinking his face between her breasts, letting his lips wander across her mounds and tease the edges of her areolas. She didn’t think he would squeeze her thighs and draw heated lines down her legs, cupping her knees, and then shooting back up to massage her ass. No, she didn’t anticipate any of that. The surprise and happiness exploding on her face as he lightly touched her wet nether lips said as much. Just because you want me doesn’t mean you’re ready to have me, Sylv. Joseph wanted her begging for him. Eager. So, so eager that there was no way in hell she would let him leave this room without having been inside her first. No turning back. We’re in too deep now. There were other places he could get in deep too.
“Do you like dirty talk?” Sylvia’s whispers only got raspier the more aroused she became. When Joseph wasn’t contorting her body however he pleased, her lips were on his skin, tongue licking his ear, breaths hot and wanting. Heat emanated from elsewhere as well. Namely on Joseph’s thighs. “Saying or taking?”
“Yes.” What man didn’t like dirty talk? If only she heard the words exploding in my head when I’m inside of her. Words that didn’t belong in modern society. Words that would get him slapped by most women. Words that made him wonder if he was from another planet. “Not right now. You don’t have to say anything. Tell me if you like it or not.”
“Like what?”
Joseph pulled aside her lingerie. He didn’t think. He didn’t give her time to anticipate what he was about to do. Before Sylvia could finish speaking, his finger was inside of her, diving deep, deep into her tight and wet cunt.
“This.”
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” Sylvia was the embodiment of feminine elegance as she rode his finger with her eyes closed, mouth agape, fingers curling into the back of Joseph’s chair. He held her close to his chest, chin on her stomach and teeth nipping at the bottom of her bra. His finger swirled within her. Thrusted. Teased her opening and tickled her swelling clit. Sylvia’s arousal strung from his finger to her thighs. Black lace was soaked in sex. The deeper he went, the tighter she became. “Yeah, Joseph. I like that. I fucking like that.”
“Do you want it to be my cock?” He licked the bottom of her cleavage. Lace gave way to her breasts that had begged for freedom for far too long. Joseph took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked as hard as he dared. Sylvia’s little yelp coincided with her cunt tightening fast around his finger. A second finger played at her closed-off entrance. Did she want it? Or would she rather have something else? Joseph had to say that one finger was plenty to explore the depths of her sex. I want to know every corner. I want to know what to touch, to stroke, to tease. I want to make her so wild that she knows she can’t get this from any other man. Pride made him think this. Not masculine pride in particular, but the pride of knowing he could do this to at least one woman in the world.
Sylvia mussed his hair. Her hands were unexpectedly tender on his scalp. “Yes. Make me come on your cock. Come inside me.”
“Really? You really want that?”
She snatched the condom off the arm of the chair. “I’ll take it if I have to.”
“Then you better get to it.”
The time between her slipping off his lap and putting the condom on his hard cock was somehow more erotic than what they had been doing. Maybe it was the urgency simmering between them. Perhaps it was that glassy look in Sylvia’s eyes. Or it could have been all the blood and heat rushing to Joseph’s loins in preparation of another orgasm. I haven’t been this turned on in forever. Almost be a shame for it to be over. Why couldn’t they take their time?
Oh. Because Sylvia’s hunger had outpaced his.
“Shit.” For the second time that night her mouth was on his cock. Finesse was lacking, however. This was the real Sylvia, the one who burned for him as much as he burned for her. She swallowed him too quickly. Grabbed him too hard. Jerked him with more strength than she knew what to do with. All to make sure he was so rigid that there was no mistaking what they now needed to do.
“I need you,” Sylvia said. Her breath fumed through her nostrils like a dragon. A dragon starved for attention. “I need to fuck you, Joseph. Do you get me?” Her lithe fingers rolled the condom over his sensitive tip and down his swollen shaft. That almost felt as good as actually fucking her. Almost. “Fucking hell and oblivion and everything in between. You better fuck me good, baby. I’ll tie you down if I have to.”
I’d rather tie you down. Joseph had learned a lot during his previous undercover mission. How t
o tie a woman up until she was begging for more sex was one such thing. I think I learned it from her, no less. One thing that had been genuine about Sylvia’s relationship with that other man was how much she enjoyed bondage. Joseph was still on the fence regarding more hardcore BDSM events, but bondage? That was great.
One thing at a time.
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” He pulled her back into his lap, cock slamming against her thigh. Moaning, Sylvia removed her bra and tossed it onto the floor. Joseph once again pulled aside her lingerie as she straddled him and whispered for no mercy.
Mercy? Why would he give her any mercy? Mercy went out the fucking window the moment his cock spread apart her folds and slowly inched into her. Sylvia let out a sound that could only be described as animalistic.
Fuck, she was already so tight. Compared to their last rounds in bed, Joseph knew that this wasn’t her natural state – this was her already on the cusp of orgasm before he even stuck it in. Knowing that he had done that to her made him pull her head down and maul her mouth with his. An unrelenting tongue with a mind of its own shot into Sylvia’s mouth and threatened to plunge deep down into her throat, like his cock strained to thrust up into her cunt.
“You feel so good,” she said when his tongue allowed her to speak. Joseph’s hands couldn’t decide if they wanted to squeeze her ass or feel up the hypnotic length of her torso. All he knew was that the sensation of her nipples rubbing against his T-shirt was one of the greatest things to ever grace his life. “Fuck me!”
Even in that chair, even with her legs spread so wide, and even with the intoxication of lust claiming them, they managed to find a steady rhythm. Joseph couldn’t speak, not that he wanted to. What he wanted was to experience this moment forever. No guilt. No regrets. Just him, her, and the insanity they brewed whenever their chemistry overflowed.
Sylvia could do enough talking for the both of them anyway.
She told him that he was amazing. That he was so virile that she couldn’t contain him. That this was so hot she wanted to die. Her inner walls became increasingly tighter, holding Joseph’s cock halfway up his shaft and leaving the rest of him yearning for an intimate touch as well. I can’t get deeper. The damn chair was in the way. His sack was full of seed and the head of his cock desperate to hit her core, and the fucking dumbass couldn’t get deeper.
Sylvia was halfway through calling him a sex god when he acted on instinct. Joseph stood, holding Sylvia tight, cock sliding in and out of her as he took five large steps toward her bed. “Fuck yeah!” She laughed right in his ear before he was compelled to throw her down onto her bed and delight in how her round breasts shook on her frame. “Pound me like last night!”
He couldn’t, though. That had been fueled by something else. Something darker. Something not as fun as she thought. I don’t have guilt, Sylv. Just a hunger for you. So while he couldn’t give it to her exactly as he had before, he could offer something equally intense.
Like being right there with her, emotionally.
“Yes,” he hissed, finally taking her to the hilt. Sylvia’s knees were by her head by the time he had her where he wanted. “God, you’re so hot.” No one had ever accused Joseph Montoya of being a real man of words when he was in the middle of sex. He preferred to express himself with thrusts and climaxes. “Don’t move.”
“Take off your shirt,” she was quick to say. “For the love of God, take off your shirt!”
Sure. He could do that. She wanted to gaze upon the muscles he worked hard to maintain? No. Problem.
Whatever made that cunt tighter and this body go crazier.
“Joseph!” Was that desperation in her voice as he fucked her? Or was it disbelief? Had she known she wanted him this badly? He she known that he wanted her this badly? She had to have known something. He had. Joseph hadn’t once stopped thinking about her since they were reunited. “Fuck! You’re so thick!”
Because I need to come. He had been holding off for a good minute now. Focusing on the bends of her body and how smooth she was to his touch. Kissing her lips. Sucking her nipples. Simply enjoying the sensation of her wrapped so tightly around his cock that he would never dare to pull out. Fuck her. Make her come with you. Show her what a real man you are, Montoya. Joseph didn’t want to compare himself to the other men she had been with in her young life. All he wanted was to make her feel good now.
“Come on, baby. You can come. Please!”
Well, if she insisted…
He fucked her harder, pushing himself toward that primitive ecstasy he could never say no to. It became less about the sensations from her and more about what he conjured independently. Hot. Fire burning. That incredible urge to come and to lose oneself to the world. The sight of Sylvia writhing beneath him, lost in her carnal universe, sent him over the edge.
Groans, both his and hers, overtook the jazz music Joseph had forgotten was playing. For one single, marvelous second, absolutely nothing but Sylvia existed in the world. She was open to him. Ready for him. Her core begged for him to drown it in his essence.
He wanted to give it to her. He would, too, if it weren’t for the damn condom. How good would this feel without a fucking condom? Joseph instantly forgot that thought. Because he was coming, and that was the only thing that mattered.
“Holy shit!” Sylvia grabbed his arms, bracing herself against his crashing strength. “I can feel it!”
That’s right. Of course you can. Easy enough for a man to feel that smug when his cock was unleashing everything it had, and taking its time to do so.
“Look at me,” Sylvia whispered, her hands around his face, so soft and tender. “Look me in the eyes, baby.”
She was trying to hold onto him. Unlike last night, she would not let him retreat to some toxic void the moment his cock gave up the last it had.
Something smashed Joseph’s heart in two. The relief he felt, no longer shackled to basic, biological needs. The serene pleasure blossoming on Sylvia’s fair face. Her perfect body undulating toward him. Lips as pink as her nipples drawing him in for a kiss, his cock still hard inside of her.
The…
Love…
Fuck. No. Don’t do that. Joseph smothered her with a heavy kiss to keep from facing that shadow in his heart. You don’t know what you’re talking about, bastard.
Sylvia gestured toward the trashcan next to her bed as soon as Joseph fell back down to the bed. He didn’t waste time throwing the condom away. If he could get away with it, he would shove his unsheathed cock back into Sylvia and make her feel him the way nature intended.
She pushed her hand between his thighs, gently tugging on his dark, curly hairs. But there wasn’t much relaxing about her. Her body was still quivering, eyes still glassy, and fingers eager to touch his cock. Ah, damn. If Sylvia had climaxed with Joseph, it obviously had not been enough to satisfy her. Unfortunately, poor Joseph was already slipping into the usual post-coital daze. The one he couldn’t enjoy the night before.
“Can I impose on you for…?”
Joseph had a little strength left over to pull her on top of him. “Whatever you want.”
She gave him that devilish look she loved to abuse before inching her thighs up his bare chest. That’s the spirit. Even better if Joseph could lie down while bringing Sylvia to orgasm.
“I want to feel you put that powerful tongue to good use.”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
“Uh, I was ready like five hours ago.”
So was Joseph, but he wasn’t going to play that hand quite yet. He’d rather use his remaining enthusiasm to do what Sylvia had asked for: putting his tongue to fantastic use.
If he wasn’t convinced that he couldn’t go another round that night, then he may have found a new argument against him. For one, Sylvia’s heady scent getting all over his face as she straddled him and lowered her thighs to his mouth… well, this was a great way to spend a guy’s night. Men who wouldn’t go down on their women – or go up i
n this case – were useless.
This wasn’t his first time tasting her, but it was the first time she rode his face. And it was also his first time sampling her after intercourse. While Sylvia was not a heavy young woman, she was eager, and those thighs slammed against his face as if they intended to suffocate him.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Crazy giggles trickled down to Joseph. His tongue was too busy to respond, though. Too busy darting in and out of her body, licking this, flicking that, plunging as deep as it could while consuming the musk of their former connection. “Fuck!”
She pulled his hair. Fucked his face. Grinded her cunt and thighs all over his stubble. Sucked his tongue into her. Killed me.
Sylvia’s orgasm shot a torrent of liquid into his mouth. Bitter. Sweet. Absolutely divine. Damn my mortality. She was so wet it was a crime that Joseph couldn’t flip her over and fuck her one last time. Why let this go to waste?
“Oh, God!” No matter how many times she called for cosmic aid, Joseph wasn’t going to relent. He wasn’t leaving her bed until he had left her too worn out to even think about sex.
As nice as it was to be able to breathe again after she hopped off him and landed back on the bed, Joseph had to admit that he missed her heat on his face and her taste on his tongue. It’s lingering, though. The heat left his skin before her taste.
“That was crazy.” Sylvia searched for his hand between them. “Crazy amazing.”
Yeah. Words. Joseph had few of those after sex.
She propped herself up on her arm, hand in her hair. Radiant didn’t cover the glow emanating from her. If it weren’t for extraneous circumstances, Joseph would be all over her. As it was, he was trying to not fall into the dark traps being set by his brain.
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