“Where were you?” I asked.
I waited for him to climb up my body, for his lips to find mine, but this time, it didn’t come. He wasn’t there.
“Phillipe?”
“I’m still here,” he assured me. He offered up no other words.
When the intensity of the silence started to unnerve me a little, I questioned, “What are you doing? And, if you aren’t coming over here, can I have the sheet back?”
He chuckled low and deep. “No.”
“No?” I queried.
I gasped when his warm hands circled my ankles and pulled me down the bed. My legs were now hanging over the end of the mattress, and they were spread wide enough that I could feel him kneeling between them.
I moved to sit up and touch him, but he told me, “No.”
He placed a palm between my breasts, pushing me back onto the mattress. His hand slowly slid up to the base of my neck.
“No?” I asked again, like this was some kind of new erotic game we were playing. It was like a push and pull of want.
His big palm slid back down the center of my body, as his fingertips circled my navel before tracing a direct line down to my spread thighs.
“I want to slide my tongue between your legs and taste you. Can I do that?” he murmured as he dipped his finger down to flirt with my swollen folds.
“Yes.”
I moaned as the tip of his finger pushed into my greedy pussy. I had woken up wanting him, and now, there he was, touching me the way he always did. He touched me in a way that made me think I was losing my mind.
“Will you let me paint you like this today?”
I swallowed and squeezed my eyes shut. Trying to gain purchase, I raised my right foot to the edge of the mattress, lifting my pelvis closer to his hand. I needed him deeper inside of me. I needed more.
He stopped touching me between my thighs and moved to grip my ankle.
“What’s this?” he asked. He raised my leg and nipped at my anklebone. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I need—” I panted and moved my hands to my breasts.
As I started to rub my palms over my nipples, he groaned.
“So do I,” he whispered.
Before I could even think about what was happening, he tugged me down, pulling me fully off the mattress, so I was straddling and kneeling over his naked lap. I could feel his steely hard cock now pressed between our bodies as I gripped his shoulders. I arched my hips closer to him, imploring him to come inside of me.
“I was going to take it slow this morning, Beauty.” He growled in my ear as his hands stroked up my back.
One of them found its way into my hair, gripping it and tugging it, so my neck was bared to him. His lips found the spot right at the base of my throat, and he sucked on it hard, the sting of pain making my pelvis flex and buck, seeking what was throbbing between us.
“I was going to take it slow and easy, but I can’t,” he explained.
He shifted me, raising me up a little. I felt him reach down between us, and then the tip of his cock was there, pressing up against my drenched gate.
“I just fucking can’t.” He moaned into my chest as he pulled my body down.
His cock delved deep inside of me.
“Fuck.” He groaned, holding me still on top of him.
My arms were wrapped around his neck, and my breasts had to be close to his mouth. When he told me to open my eyes, I felt his breath tickle across my nipples.
“What do you see?” he asked.
At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant.
As he held me tight against his body, my breathing accelerated. My arms and thighs were now firmly wrapped around him, securing my pussy’s grip on his frustrated hard cock.
“What do you mean?” I moaned. I was desperate now to move and satisfy this hunger.
“I mean, tell me what you see, the way you see it, in here.” He emphasized his meaning by kissing my temple.
That was when it hit me. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, and I wanted to do it. Smiling, I released my hold around his neck, bringing my hands up to his face where I started at his hairline. I smoothed my fingertips along his forehead and spoke to him as I went along.
“I see you frowning, maybe from concentration because your cock is in me, and you want to move…” I stopped when I heard his breath leave on a low groan. Then, I added, “Hard.”
“Jesus.” He cursed.
I felt my wet tight heat contract, fisting him as he throbbed inside of me. Bringing my hands down to trace lightly over his nose, I told him how sexy and strong I knew his face would be. As my fingers reached his lips, I stopped and leaned down, my tongue following the path of my finger.
In a low breath of air, I told him, “Your lips are sexy. The top one is thinner than the bottom, and it has a dip here in the center, like a bow. But it’s this bottom lip that I dream about. This is what I imagine biting as you thrust into me over and over again. Your lips are perfect, and they drive me out of my mind every time you put them on me.”
The anguished sound that rumbled from his throat thrilled me. I felt his hands slide down my back where he began tracing those imaginary marks on my skin again. F-holes, hmm. Suddenly, I thought about his fingers and where they had flirted before, but he nipped on my fingertips, bringing my attention back to my task.
“Where was I?” I questioned softly. I felt those same lips smirk against my fingers.
“I’m not sure, you naughty woman. You disappeared for a moment.”
Feeling seductive and playful, I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Yes. I was thinking about F-holes.”
“Fuck me, Chantel. Hurry up.”
I laughed softly at the sexual power I possessed. His hips shifted again, as he held on to his control, which I have to now admit was pretty impressive.
Going back to the game at hand, I traced my fingers down over his neck. “I see a strong neck with a sexy bump here, and I know that’s what makes your voice so sinful and deep. Just hearing you say the word paint makes me wet.”
“Really?”
“Hmm,” I responded. I rocked my hips on his, feeling his shaft slide deeper.
Knowing that I was not going to be able to hold on much longer, I moved my hands over. “Strong shoulders and arms are wrapped around me. Your chest is solid, and it makes me want to bite it. Down here…” I paused as I smoothed my palm down his body, all the way to where he was nestled deep inside of me. “Down here, I see you and can feel you, hard, veiny, and throbbing, as you sit here so patiently. Your entire body is tense, and you feel like if I even breathe wrong, you might explode inside of me.” Once again, I tightened my inner core around him, and I heard his harsh breath. “I see you taking me fast and hard any second now, and I can’t wait.”