I don't let my eyes leave her as I unbutton my pants. I feel the heat of her stare running up and down the length of my body. I'm not surprised that she likes what she sees. I spend a lot of time working out to make sure the gigs keep coming.
Standing before her naked, I can't keep my hands off her. It's an impulse I can't control. I reach down, pull the cup beneath her perfect mound, and kneed her tit. Her eyes close a moment. I need those eyes back on me. I need to keep her attention on my body. I tweak her nipple hard, eliciting a gasp before her eyes open. Once they do, I reach my free hand down and pump my shaft a few times.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Mmm." She answers.
"You think you're ready for me?"
She nods.
"I don't know. Why don't you check and make sure." She doesn't say anything. She hesitates. "Come on, baby it'll feel good I promise."
Her hand crawls over her stomach to the middle, then down the center of her body. She looks unsure as she gets to the elastic of her panties. My teeth skim over my bottom lip as I wait to see what she does next. Her fingers slide down below, and I see the change in her face as she finds her destination.
I grab a square foil packet from my wallet while watching, until I'm ready to climb into bed with her. Once I'm next to her, she reaches around her back to unclasp her bra, but I don't let her. I take her hands and hold them both above her head in one of mine, while I pull the other cup down fully exposing both tits, keeping them pushed up and lifted.
I bring my knee up between her legs, using it to keep them spread. She likes the friction as I rub it against her center, while giving each of her nipples a thorough introduction to my mouth and tongue.
Her back arcs up toward me as I go back and forth between her breasts alternating between my mouth and my fingers, nibbling and pinching each peak, elongating it, bringing her blood to the surface and increasing the intensity of each touch.
She wants more. I feel it in the way she's pushing her tit to my mouth, as I lick and flick my tongue around each dark circle before closing my lips around it and sucking. Her hips are rising, grinding against my knee while she moans, head back, eyes closed. I feel her wetness clinging to my skin. I know she's ready, but I need to prolong it.
"You have such an amazing body, Cooper. I want to touch you."
"You are touching me, just not with your hands," I whisper reaching my free hand down her side. "I prefer to be touched like this. With every other part of your body. If I let your hands go, you'll get lazy and use them. This way your tits rise up and reach for me while your pussy teases me, letting me feel how much you want me." I cup her ass in my hand and squeeze before reaching for her thong. With my knee working the front, I pull her thong up so that the string rides up between her cheeks. I wish it was my cock lost in the crack of her ass instead. The thought makes me pulse. I pull harder and she gasps, but never asks me to stop.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Selene. I've never wanted anyone more than I want you right now. I'm going to be gentle with you. This time. Because I already know I want more of you, so get it through your head, it's not just one night. This is just the first night."
I bring my mouth down on hers. I can feel her submission in her kiss, in the way she continues to let me lead as she writhes beneath me, dripping her wetness against my skin.
Her body is pleading with me to enter and fill her. I'm on the greatest high of my life as I remove her thong and roll the condom on. Once I'm on top of her again I recapture her wrists in my hand and bring them back over her head.
Her entire body is glossing over with a thin sheen of sweat. She's moaning and calling my name, her tone begging me to take her. She's ready for me, ready to be thoroughly fucked. I ease myself into her, which takes a world of restraint since all I want to do is ram into her over and over again. But I don't want to hurt her. Next time I promise myself. Next time I can be rougher, push her harder.
She gasps as her hooded eyes close and I press my full length into her. She lifts her knees allowing me in deeper, as deep as I can go. I fucking hate that I have this condom on. It dulls the feeling, and that's what I'm longing for, feeling what it's like to be inside her. I want to know what the walls of her pussy feel like around my cock without any barriers. I want to know if she's as silky as I imagine. I consider reaching down and inserting a finger or two into her, along with me, testing her limits, seeing how much she can take, but I'm not sure it won't freak her out. Next time I keep telling myself. The thought of doing everything I'm imagining to her has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. It's like I took a fucking drug that's enhancing each and every sensation.
I lift my upper body enough to look at her face. Those blue eyes meet mine with a desperate need. They hold me, lock me in place, and a connection is made. A connection I've never had before. It feels like invisible shackles have been slapped on my wrists. I'm chained to her like a prisoner, and my only freedom, my only pleasure is fucking her hard and hearing her scream my name. My brain attempts to process the noise I hear. She's moaning. My name is coming from those swollen, pink lips. I can't respond, I'm lost in this moment. Lost in the passion of her eyes. The eyes that make me feel like I'm the luckiest person alive.
My thrusts come quicker, and I lean my full weight on her again. I look away from her because I'm close, so close, but I need to make sure I get her there first, and I'm not sure I can if I keep staring at her. I know I could go longer if I get my mind focused on something mundane instead of her, but I can't. I can't stop thinking about Selene.
Her hips lift to meet mine with every thrust. I think I feel the walls of her pussy tightening around me, but it's so fucking hard to tell with this piece of shit condom.
"C'mon, get there," I order. As I do she screams and I know she has. I continue pumping inside her faster, harder, until as her orgasm comes to an end, mine takes over.
Chapter 7
I don't know how long the silence lasts, only that it's driving me crazy. Her cheek is pressed against my chest while I hold her close. My fingers stroke her bare shoulder over, and over, and over again, until I'm certain the silence is slicing little pieces of my brain off and deep frying them in a vat of scalding hot oil. If we continue purposely not speaking like this any longer, I'm going to lose my ability to process information.
"How do you feel?" I ask.
"Great."
That's it. That's all she gives me, just one word. I wait, hoping she'll add to it as Selene traces the lines of muscle in my stomach with her pointer finger. No more words come. Just an unending yield of silence. She doesn't look like she's eager to leave anytime soon. Surprisingly, I'm fine with that, just as long as she keeps talking, which right now feels like an impossibility. I wonder what she's thinking. I move so that she has to separate from me and readjust herself. I don't say anything until I'm propped up on my elbow staring at her. Under the close scrutiny of my eyes, Selene shifts in the bed and turns away.
I reach over and pull her back so that she's on her side facing me. "Why did you keep walking away from me?"
"I only did it twice." She gives me a sly, sideways smile.
"I know how many times it happened. I was there. What I want to know is why?"
"I already told you."
I shake my head. There's more to it, and it's time I find out what I'm really up against.