He let her stroke him through his pants for a few seconds, but when she could tell he needed more, she undid his button and slowly drew down the zip. As tight against the bed as she was, she had to sit on the end to drag them off his hips. His dick sprang free and she closed her eyes briefly in reverence. She couldn’t believe that she was here, after all this time.
She blew lightly on his dick, causing him to sway backward a little. He probably expected her to tease him a little, so instead she opened her mouth and placed it around him in one swift motion so that he would feel her tongue, the heat of her mouth, and the tightness all in one sensation.
“Jesus,” he hissed between his teeth, as she sucked the length of him between her lips. She stroked his balls as she released him, sucking briefly again on the tip.
In a single movement, he lifted her up until she was standing and kicked off his pants. The tip of his dick fit perfectly between her legs as they stood. Purposefully she shuffled forward so that she could clasp her thighs around him.
He withdrew from her and bent to claim a nipple. He bit until she gasped, making the hard nub ache for more. Threads of desire rushed from her breasts to between her legs, a heavy wetness settling there, waiting for him.
She moaned and couldn’t help but squeeze her other nipple in tandem. He pulled away and watched her hand for a second before gently kicking her feet apart until she was standing with her legs wide open. He stood back, his dick dancing upright, begging to be touched, but he wouldn’t let her.
Instead he very deliberately looked at her pussy, watching as he slid his hand over her mound. His intent gaze turned her on so much, she felt light-headed. He pushed her so she was sitting again on the end of the bed. Her legs were still wide open, and he knelt between them.
“You’re beautiful down here. Pink, luscious…” his words trailed off as he used two fingers to open her folds. He licked her clitoris firmly, then pulled away to look at her face.
“Do you like touching yourself?” he asked hoarsely.
“Sometimes,” she whispered, as he placed a finger at her entrance.
“When do you touch yourself?” He slowly started to slide one finger inside her up to his knuckle.
She whimpered.
He pulled his finger out, and paused. “When do you touch yourself?” he repeated.
“When I’m alone,” she said. “When I’m in the shower. When I’m thinking about you.” It was true, and she felt brave and sexy telling him. Saying the words out loud.
He slid two fingers into her, and her head fell back in submission to the waves of need pulsing through her. “When you’re touching yourself, what do you imagine I’m doing to you?” He reached down again and started tonguing her clit again. Heat spiked through her spine.
“I’m going to come!” she said, surrendering her body to the familiar tipping point.
But he stopped. “No, you can’t come until you’ve told me what I’m doing to you when you’re masturbating. I want to know.”
Desperate for her release, desperate to have him inside her, she gave in. “I close my eyes and think of passing you in the street. We look at each other but don’t say anything. You push me into an alley and hitch up my skirt so if anyone was walking by, they’d see us, and you’d shove your hand in my panties and stroke me until I came.”
“I can do that. Do you like the idea of being caught, of being watched?” He stood, knelt on the bed, picking her up and laying her on the bed.
“Yes,” she choked out, almost but not quite embarrassed. If she was going to give herself to David, for one night, or two, or maybe forever, she may as well expose herself totally to him.
He wrapped his hand around her neck in such a way that it was almost dangerous, almost brutal. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue dominating hers, but she felt only desire for him. Already, this was so much better than her fantasies.
She opened her legs, begging for his touch, and he slipped his hand there as if it had belonged there their whole lives. It probably had.
He stroked her, using her lubrication to dance his fingers around her clit, and smooth across her ass. He pressed for admittance, and she returned the pressure. He seemed to laugh to himself a little as he moved back to her clit.
“The good thing is, I like watching.” He ran a finger around one of her nipples.
But she couldn’t take that much more. “Please. Please I want you so badly, David. I need you inside me. I’ve waited…”
At her words, his dick elevated even farther. “Your wish…” he said, grabbing his pants and taking out a condom.
He knelt again between her legs and drew her thighs over his. He rested his dick at her entrance. “You know what’s good about this? I get to watch you take my dick inside you.” He pressed against her until she felt the tip of him inside her. “I get to watch your pussy open for me, your clit beg for me.”
At his forceful words, she nearly came, attaining a plateau of need higher than she’d ever felt before.
He kneeled up and started thrusting inside her, hard, fast. It hurt, but in an amazing way. With every thrust he groaned as if she were bringing him to life. She watched the expression on his face change into one of blind, out-of-control need. Seeing her look at him, he licked his finger and pressed against her clitoris, dragging it with every thrust.
Heat splayed across her belly and up to her breasts, and she instinctively cupped them in her hands. As he thrust, his gaze rested on her hands. He liked to watch, did he? As excitement took her conscious movements, she removed her hands, except for her fingers. She played with her own nipples, pinching and twisting them, igniting a blaze of fire that jagged into her, taking her to her climax. The pressure on her clit increased with his thrusts and exploded in her spine, causing her to groan as it pulsed through her.
David took two more thrusts and groaned, “Molly,” as he closed his eyes and tipped his head down, taking heavy breaths.
Sweet Jesus. She never imagined it would be like that. How could she let him go now, knowing that he could do that to her? Knowing he could lift her to a level of need she’d never, ever felt.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt his fingers lightly stroking her sides, almost tickling. His touch flickered over her nipples again, puckering them again.
“You’re so beautiful. And you have a filthy mind,” David said smiling. “I love that.” His fingers drifted south until they were touching her clit again, so lightly. She took a jagged breath as he held the condom on as he withdrew from her.
He went to the bathroom and suddenly she felt vulnerable. Was that it? Was it once and done for him? What was she thinking about? She’d told him that this was all she wanted. But that was before… She should have kept her mouth shut. Molly. Get a grip. He’s said that he’s not reliable, or at least not ready yet. She looked for the edge of the sheet so she could cover herself.
David emerged almost immediately and paused. “Don’t hide yourself from me. I want to see you. All of you. Always.”
Always? Maybe this wasn’t over for him. She pulled back the sheet and lay back down.
He lay on top of the bed next to her and swung over onto one elbow. “I fantasized too. But it didn’t come close to the reality of touching you.” His hand tracked down her side to her hip. “Of fucking you.”
Her breath hitched, and he smiled a very smug, confident smile. He was a god in bed. It was like he knew everything about her, every place to touch her, everything that would get a response from her. He dragged her against him and draped a leg over hers.
She closed her eyes, satiated, safe, and protected.