by Qwillia Rain
“Method?”
Dane nodded. “Yes. You'll notice the distance between your pussy and my mouth. In order to reach it, I would have to bend down, which limits the area I can reach.” He leaned over; his hands gripped her hips and angled them upward, allowing him only enough room to lap and nuzzle the upper slope of her mound.
Ariel groaned and shifted, drawing his attention to the swollen nubbin.
Dane sat up, lowered her bottom back to his lap, and made sure to brush the damp curves with the tip of his cock. “See, not enough contact. A second way would require removing the plates from the table and blowing out the candle.” He glanced past her shoulder at the objects in question and then shook his head. “Too much work, I think.”
Ariel nodded in agreement.
“There is another way,” he offered. Sliding his arms beneath her thighs, Dane raised her pussy to his mouth. Her legs dangled over his arms, and her shoulders rested flat on the table.
He watched her as his tongue stroked over the soft flesh of her mound. He hummed in appreciation at the taste of her cream. The slide of his lips eliminated the moist evidence along one thigh before he transferred his attentions to the other.
His gaze challenged Ariel to try to look away. She stared right back. Her eyes followed the path of his lips and tongue. Her intent to win their battle of wills was clear in her gaze. Ariel smiled and smoothed her right hand over her belly and up to her breast. In the same slow, stroking rhythm he used to tease her sex, Ariel squeezed the pale globe and tugged at the rosy crest. The flare of arousal darkening his eyes was reflected in hers, but when he nuzzled between the folds and began to circle her clit, Ariel shook her head.
“Uh-uh, Dane. No touching inside.” As precarious as her position was, he could see she acknowledged his control over her, but instinctively she seemed to know she could trust him to stop when she told him to.
Slowly, reluctantly, Dane lowered her ass back to his lap. His breath the slightest bit accelerated, he waited, his hands on her hips.
Sitting up, Ariel slid her hand from her breast to her pussy. “Very good job, Dane.” She stood up, stepped back from the chair, returned the bowl of sauce to the platter, and set the cover over the leftover spring rolls. “You've earned your dessert.”
Dane leaned back in the chair and grinned. “And that would be?”
She uncovered the last plate and held it up for him. “These.”
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Dane groaned and shook his head. A layer of thick, creamy filling rested between two chocolate cookies. Ariel set the plate down on the table in front of the chair and picked up one of the cookies. Resuming her seat on his lap, she held one to his lips, and he bit down on it.
Sweet cream and chocolate filled his mouth. It was delicious, but it was not what he wanted. What he craved. The desire was hot in her eyes, but she was as determined as he was to keep from succumbing. After swallowing the first bite, he held her gaze and leaned forward to take a second, slid his lips over her fingers, and nipped the very tips with his teeth. As he bit into the treat, Dane pressed hard enough to force some of the creamy center to overflow the edge of the sandwich and spill into Ariel's hand. Several thick drops splashed onto his lower abdomen and cock.
“Such a messy man.” Ariel moaned. She looked down at the sticky filling between his legs.
He watched as she popped the last bit of sandwich cookie into her mouth and licked the smear of filling from her palm. Dane waited, watching her expression as she focused on the thick jut of his erection; he hoped she'd do what he wanted, but he wondered if she'd devise some other means of pushing his control.
With a shake of her head, she gave him a scolding look. Both humor and yearning gleamed in her eyes. She slipped off his lap and ordered, “Lift yourself up so I can clean you off.”
Dane cursed silently as she reached for a napkin from the table. He braced his hands on either side of his seat, lifted his ass off the chair, and kept his feet planted on the floor.
He nearly lost his grip when Ariel bent at the waist and licked the icing from his stomach.
Her attention shifted to the base of his cock as she licked away the other smear of gooey sweetness and glanced up at him. “Seems you have another mess that requires cleaning, hmm?”
He swallowed, his focus centered on her as she smoothed her tongue up the length of his penis. Base to tip, she stroked up the solid column of flesh like a child licking an ice-cream cone on a hot summer's day. Each time she reached the tip, she swirled over the crown, dipped the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit, and then started all over again.
Once she'd made her way all the way around, she stood up and dabbed at her lips with the napkin. “Mmm, delish.” Waiting until he'd settled back onto the chair, she asked, “Would you like another cookie?”
Dane shook his head. Turnabout was definitely fair play, he determined. He eyed the cookie she'd set aside and asked, “Would you like me to feed you one?”
The flutter of the pulse at her throat betrayed her excitement. Her dark red nipples were crinkled crests on her full breasts, and her cunt had grown wet again. He wondered if she'd deny him his opportunity to tease. She was close. But so was he. Despite his years of experience, he was learning she was more than a challenge. Ariel was his match, his complement, both sexually and intellectually.
Her slight nod was the first indicator followed by her soft “yes.” She retrieved a cookie from the plate and held it out to him.
Dane took the treat with one hand, and with the other at her waist, he drew Ariel back down onto his lap, her hips tight to his, the plump folds of her sex pressed over his cock. She squirmed once, then stilled as the motion parted her flesh and settled his hot length against the firm jut of her clit.
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“Have you tried eating these from the inside out?” Dane asked, then eased the cookies apart to reveal the soft, creamy center.
With one half up to his lips, he licked at the creamy filling. “Mmm, sweet.” He held it to her lips and waited for her tongue to peek out. It slipped along the same path his tongue had taken. “It's not as sweet as your cream, but it's good,” he whispered.
Before she could pull away, he set the cookie against her lips and waited for her to take a bite. While she chewed, her gaze never left his. Dane took a bite as well and then offered the last morsel to her.
His other hand still held the second half of the cookie, the layer of cream thicker on this part than the previous. Taking care not to make it appear too obvious, Dane let the cookie slip and— plop—land on the slope of her breast.
Ariel gasped and jerked upward. Her eyes went wide at the rub of his erection along her clit and the slide of the cookie along her breast. Dane smeared the cream over her nipple before withdrawing the cookie and tossing it toward the table.
“Terribly clumsy of me,” he admitted, the lie falling easily from his lips. He pulled her tighter to him so he could snag one of the foil packets she'd tucked near the base of the candle.
Tearing it open, he shifted her away long enough to roll the protection on with one hand before he pulled her close again.
“I-I can't be—” Ariel panted. Her hips rocked over his. One of her hands gripped his shoulder as she stammered.
“Can't be what?” Dane gave her no ease. He tilted her hips, opened her up so his latex-covered shaft once again rode between the wet, pouty lips.
“Cleaning up this m-mess.” Ariel swallowed, wiggled her ass on his lap, and ground her clit against him. “Take care of it.”
“As you wish.”
The slide of his mouth over her breast brought a groan to her lips. The friction of his cock over her sensitive nubbin sent tremors through her thighs. Her breath hitched and then increased; against his lips he could feel her heart double its rhythm.
When his teeth pulled at her nipple, scraping at the creamy covering he'd smeared there, Ariel groaned. The fl
ex of her abdomen hinted at a first pulse of climax snaking through her center. He could see the will she used to stop it. She arched closer with the second tug of his teeth against her peaked nipple.
Damn it, she was fighting, but Dane could see it was a losing battle. Ariel hadn't attained enough skill in controlling her body yet. A third, long-drawn-out pressure snapped her tenuous hold.
Rising onto her toes, hands gripping his shoulders, Ariel slid up so the crest of his cock was snug against her pussy. Their gazes locked, and she slammed down, thrusting him deep inside, filling her body with his heated shaft. Arousal and passion flushed her cheeks and burned in her eyes. Ariel pumped up and down, riding him in a furious rhythm.
Dane grasped her bottom. He tried not to hurt her with his grip, but the press and release as he tried to guide her motion only made her fight against his direction. Her internal muscles gripped and relaxed. His restraint grew tenuous as she worked herself over him.
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His mouth left her breast and captured hers. Their tongues thrust in tandem with the ride of her body over his. Dane kept pace with her easily. He sensed the moment her spiraling need broke free. It washed through her and vibrated along her nerve endings and tissues, exploding her senses as climax shattered every cell.
When her pace faltered, Dane took over. He rocked her up and down, pulled her close, pressed her so tightly to him that not even air could fit between them. Dane felt a second orgasm spasm along her limbs and up her spine as his climax crested. Their hips slammed together, parted, then reunited. Cries commingled. Fingers clutched at shoulders and buttocks. Stars exploded in front of his eyes as he held her gaze and watched her surrender to pleasure.
The soft commands he whispered in her ear and the stroke of his hands along her back as he held her close eased the intensity of sensation, keeping her safe as the world spun around them.
He cuddled her as the candle burned down. Their breathing slowed, and the sweat on their skin dried, but still Dane held her, savoring the smell of her arousal and satisfaction. The slide of her fingers across his back and down his spine once again stirred interest in the flesh still semihard and snug inside her.
With his legs stretched out beneath the table, Dane nuzzled his nose against the shell of her ear. “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom, Tink?”
Ariel's arms tightened around his back. “Mmmm, don' wanna get up,” she muttered. Her body flexed around his as she tucked her head beneath his chin.
“Then I'll do all the work.” He chuckled and rose easily from the chair, one arm around his woman's back, the other keeping her body joined to his. Careful to keep his balance, he leaned forward to blow out the candle before he exited the kitchen and headed down the hall to Ariel's bedroom.
Ariel clamped her legs around his waist. Her hands hooked over his shoulders, and she hummed in appreciation at the advance and retreat of his cock inside her with each step he took.
Dane had to admit the feel of her riding him was returning life to his body faster than he'd anticipated. When she used her internal muscles to squeeze and release pressure on him, Dane lifted his hand from her back to land a firm swat on her bottom. “Enough, woman. Wait until we get you naked.”
Ariel eased back and pouted up at him. “Don't you like my chaps?”
Dane pulled her close to press a hard kiss to her lips. “I prefer what's between them.”
Stepping toward the bed, he reached around with one hand to release the hold of her legs and lifted her free of his body.
Their combined groans echoed in the quiet room as Dane settled her onto the bed. Ariel propped herself on her elbows and watched him walk to the door and switch the overhead light off, then cross to the nightstand and turn the bedside lamp on. Neither of them averted their eyes as he stood beside the bed, watching her watch him deal with the used rubber and dispose of it in the trash bin beside the nightstand.
Amusement and intent glimmered in her eyes as she smiled up at him. “You like what's between them, huh?”
Dane nodded and eased onto the mattress near her feet. “Oh yes, sprite. I find what's between your leather leggings particularly appealing.”
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When he reached to undo the snaps along the outside of one of the legs, Ariel pulled her foot away. “Do you like what's in front”—one hand traveled downward to stroke over her bare pussy—“or what's in back?” Rolling onto her hip, she held his gaze over her shoulder as she smoothed her fingers across the tattoo on her bottom, then slid her fingers into the crease.
“Ariel?” Dane held himself still, not wanting to make a move should Ariel change her mind.
He'd taken his time over the last week preparing her body to accept his, but he'd waited for her to make the final request.
“Please, Dane. I've been so good.” Ariel rolled onto her belly, tucked her knees under her, and lifted her butt in the air—a clear sign she offered her body to him.
The black leather created the perfect frame for her bottom. The full, round curves edged in black leather, the colorful tattoo decorating one cheek.
He wouldn't deny her request. “Yes, you have been very good.” When he leaned over to pull the nightstand drawer open, Dane examined the contents for what he required. The last plug he'd used on her lay next to the blue vibrator, a depleted box of condoms, and a bottle of lube.
Taking the lube and several condoms out, he shut the drawer and took a seat on the bed behind her.
The rip of cellophane and the sound of latex over flesh were loud in the room. The rasp of Ariel's breath increased in concert with Dane's as he coated his cock and the rosy hole of her anus with lube. The snap of the bottle's lid closing mingled with Ariel's cries for more. Dane tossed the bottle aside and used his fingers to tease her pucker into relaxing. “You know how to do this, baby,” he assured her as he eased the first finger inside.
When she moaned and pushed back, opening herself to his probing, Dane smiled. “So good, Ariel. That's it. Take it in.” He worked the lube along the interior wall, making sure the channel was well prepared. “Okay, let's do two.” He pulled the first digit free before he started to press a second one in beside it.
Beneath him, Ariel moaned. Her body trembled, and the plump lips of her pussy swelled with arousal. When she would have arched her bottom higher, as if reaching for a faster, deeper penetration, Dane settled his free hand on her lower back and pushed down. “You're not ready yet, love.”
“Please.” Ariel gasped; her head turned to the side, and her eyes focused on him and the motions of his hands as he worked a third finger inside, stretching her.
He still had doubts about her decision as he flexed and spread his fingers in her ass. Her body trembled at the sting of sensation as it shivered through her and sparked a slow burn.
“God, please, Dane,” she begged again.
The tone of her voice and the flush on her cheeks told him more than words. He could see the evidence accumulating that nothing mattered to Ariel as long as he commanded her body.
Over the last week he'd watched how turned on she became when he pushed the plugs or wand inside her butt. Anticipation rather than antipathy glowed in her eyes when he touched her, coached her to accept his orders. Her body yearned for the thick length of his cock as much as his body craved sheathing itself in her. “Are you sure you want this?” Dane asked.
Ariel writhed in front of him, her ass tilted up, glistening with lube. “Please, Dane, now.”
“Okay, baby.”
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He pressed the tip of his cock against the puckered entrance, squeezed past the first ring of tight muscles. The shaking in her limbs increased. Ariel's respiration grew broken, labored.
“Take a deep breath,” he reminded her as he pushed. One hand on her lower back held her still; the other hand slid beneath the leather on her hip. His fingers flexed in time with the sl
ow advance of his body into hers.
Ariel tensed on the bed; pain battled arousal. Her fingers fisted the sheets and pulled them free of the mattress as he worked his way deeper. “Oh God, more, please.” She sobbed. She tried to push back, to take more of his hot, thick member as he advanced past the second ring.
“Christ, Ariel, slow down.” Dane shifted his hand to grip her other hip to halt her movements, drawing a cry from her lips.
“No.”
Dane froze. Sweat trickled down his face and stung his eyes. “Am I hurting you?” He wasn't sure how he'd do it, but one word from Ariel and he'd pull free. Leave his fantasy of fucking her ass unfulfilled until she was ready to try again.
“Yes.” She sobbed. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she quivered under his hold. “Don't…”
He could barely hear her. Trying to keep his cock as still as possible, he eased down, rearranging her position to get as close as he dared to her. “Don't what, Tink? Do you want me to stop?”
Releasing her stranglehold on the bedding, Ariel reached back and gripped his wrist. Her breathing ragged, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Don't stop. Please. I need…I need more.”
Dane didn't realize he'd held his breath until it bled slowly out of him. The coil of heat in his balls began to spread. His ass tingled with sensation as he pressed forward, his gaze focused on the myriad expressions suffusing Ariel's face. “I won't stop, Ariel. I promise.”
The last few inches that sank inside brought his balls snug against her most sensitive flesh.
Ariel squirmed beneath the rub of his lightly furred sac. Her shifting and gasps increased as Dane pulled out and then pressed back inside. He took his time, his pace slow, rhythmic until the rock of Ariel's hips beneath his became more forceful.
“Shhh, slow down,” he cautioned.
But Ariel would have none of it. “More,” she growled. Her hand left his to grip the edge of the mattress above her head.
“No.” Dane tried to make her see reason.
Again she wouldn't listen. Pressing back harder, faster, Ariel fought the hold he had on her hips. She snarled in anger as he stilled her motions again and again. “Fuck me. I want it harder, Dane.”
