He says, “I have two answers to that.”
“And they are?”
“The first is that I didn’t want our biggest interaction today to be a fight. And the second, is that you wished.”
I give him a look. “I wished what?”
“Before you went down to dinner, I told you I could think of some ways for us to lose track of time, and you said ‘I wish.’” He shrugs. “Well…”
I start laughing. “You want to have sex with me while my parents and my father’s clients are in the house?”
“If by sex,” he says, lowering his voice, “you mean stripping you down and pleasuring you till you can’t breathe, then yes.”
My stomach drops to the floor. Even as my body heats up and I feel myself get wet, my mind is panicking. “This isn’t what I thought you meant when you said we’d figure it out,” I say. “You said you’d wait.”
“I can wait,” he says, “if that’s what you really want. But if you’re willing to take the risk, I’m going to take you to bed. And I’m going to fuck you until we’re both satisfied.”
My pulse jumps again, and I can feel the wetness in my pussy soaking through. I think about the risk. It’s been years since either of my parents set foot in my room—their master bedroom is in another part of the house. And they’ll be occupied for at least another hour…
The absurdity of these thoughts suddenly hits me. I am an adult, and I don’t need to sneak around. I want this man, and if I want to let him take me to bed then I’m going to do that. It’s none of their business. I walk over to my bedroom door and lock it.
“Does that mean what I think it means?” James asks.
“Shut up,” I say, straddling him where he’s sitting, “and take me to bed.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
His arms reach around me, pressing our bodies together as he devours my mouth. I can feel his hardness through his jeans and a shudder goes through me at the memory of it and the anticipation. His fingers are at the hem of my dress, and I raise my arms to let him take it off. My bra follows and he’s kissing me again, hands roaming my skin and spine.
Something rushes through me, like a door has been opened, and I can suddenly feel. The vulnerability of being held by him—nearly naked—undoes me. It’s so simple, and yet I know deep in my gut I’ve never felt anything quite like this.
He raises his arms, and I remove his shirt so I can see his naked skin for the second time today. This time I get to touch him, fingers tracing and teasing. I taste him. My lips are on his collarbone and I let my teeth graze along his skin just so I can feel him shudder. And then James moves and he’s over me on the bed, eyes filled with lust and fire.
“Are you satisfied?” he asks.
“What?”
“I said I was going to take you to bed until we were both satisfied. So I’m going to keep asking you. Are you satisfied?”
“No,” I say. How long will it take me to be satisfied? I’ve never craved anything like this, and I’m a little worried I might never have enough.
His hand slides down my stomach and suddenly he’s there. His hand is in my underwear, his fingers sliding through the slickness of my pussy. My back arches up and I try pushing my mound against his palm as he teases me. He’s touching me everywhere but where I want. His fingertips draw along the sides of my opening. They swoop up and above my clit. Each touch is closer, and closer, but never giving me what I crave.
“I’m going to taste you,” he says, and he presses his mouth against me through my panties. He sucks through the fabric, and I can feel his tongue pressing into me, and the scratch of cloth inside of me. The feeling is so raw and alien that I get wetter. I know he feels it too.
He pushes the fabric aside and licks my hot skin, and I swear loudly. He laughs, and the sound vibrates through me. I can’t breathe. He uses his teeth on me, softly biting my clit and pulling. I get wetter again, and he doesn’t let any of my juices escape. He covers me with his mouth, and my mind cannot process the fact that he’s drinking me.
He pulls away and removes my panties and in seconds his head is between my thighs again and I’m fisting my hands in the bedspread. He hums against my clit, and I swear I will throw my vibrator away because even his voice is better than that thing. My hips move against his face and I can’t control it. This is exactly everything I needed.
He slides his hand under my ass, and I feel his finger pressing against me there. I freeze, anxiety rushing in. “Trust me,” he says, nipping the inside of my thigh. “Let me in. Relax.”
He isolates my clit between his lips and pulls, sucking and biting and making it swell. The wave of pleasure that rides over me gives him his chance and he slips the tip of his finger into my ass. I gasp, the intrusion feeling huge and wrong and right and I don’t know.
“You’ve never done this?” he asks.
My voice is barely a breath. “No.” I manage to lean up and look at him between my legs. His smile is nothing but sin as he locks eyes with me and licks my pussy. Just the sight of him licking me nearly sends me to the brink, but he takes his time. He keeps licking and holding me on the edge as long as possible. The finger in my ass presses deeper, sending strange new sparks through my body. He pulls it out a little, pushes it in. Out, in, out, and in. I close my eyes.
The sensation is wholly new and I can’t say that I don’t like it. His finger moves faster, and his tongue goes to work again, thrusting deep inside me. Oh god. Fuck. I think I’m swearing out loud. He’s fucking my ass and my pussy at the same time and my body can’t keep up with the rhythm. Every stroke is a wave of pleasure and I don’t have time to recover and he knows that and he doesn’t stop, he just goes faster.
His tongue sweeps across me and suddenly I’m blind as the orgasm hits. Pleasure rushes up and over me, everything centering on his goddamn tongue. He doesn’t stop, and his hand doesn’t either and oh my god oh my god a second orgasm hits as his finger plunges far inside my ass. This one comes from far deeper. A rushing tide of brightness hits my body and I can’t breathe, hear, or see anything. Somewhere I feel my back arching off the bed, I hear myself crying out, but I can’t do anything. All I can do is feel that rush of delicious pleasure soak my every nerve and leave me limp and breathless.
It’s his voice that brings me back.
“Vera?”
“Mmm?”
I hear him chuckle, feel his legs on either side of my hips. He’s naked now. I wonder when that happened. “Are you satisfied?” he asks.
“God yes.”
“It’s too bad that I’m not.”
9
James
I could watch Vera come forever. She’s gorgeous the way she lets go, letting herself feel everything that I give her. The sight of her dazed and sated makes my cock uncomfortably hard, and I can’t wait to plunge myself deep inside her. But first I want to play. I meant what I said—I’m not satisfied yet, not with her pleasure or with mine. I watch as she slowly comes back to herself, sees me straddling her. I watch her smile at me with a sweet and seductive expression that is entirely sex.
I lean down to her so that our faces are close. “I meant it. I’m going to fuck you until we’re both satisfied.”
“I believe you.”
“But do you know what I want to do before that?” Her eyes grow dark and a flush creeps up her chest and neck. I kiss her softly, punctuating my words. “I want to fuck your perfect tits until I come in your mouth.”
I kiss her again, pausing to pull back and look at her. I raise an eyebrow, asking. She nods, and I kiss her again, plunging my tongue into her mouth the way I’m going to plunge my cock into her.
I glance over at the nightstand and see a jar of lotion. I reach for it and spread a generous amount on my hands. Then I touch her breasts. I didn’t have a chance to explore these properly yesterday. I cover them with lotion, massaging around the sides and over her nipples and back. I pinch her nipples, pulling on them until they’re hard an
d she groans. Her breasts are glistening with lotion now, and I press them together.
I slide my cock into the valley between her breasts. “Oh, fuck. This feels amazing.”
It does, better than I even imagined it would. I keep going, watching the tip of my cock press through to the other side of her breasts, so, so close to her mouth. The tip slides back and forth slowly, and she nearly makes me come when she flicks her tongue out to lick me. I’m not going to last long. I’m too aroused, and I want her too badly to hold off.
She moves her hands to her breasts, holding them together so I don’t have to. She presses harder than I was, and the feeling of her skin squeezing me pulls a groan from my throat. I lean forward, taking my weight on my arms, and I start to fuck. I watch my cock appear and disappear in the valley of her tits and it makes me harder.
She presses her head down, and suddenly the head of my cock is in her mouth with every thrust and—shit. My balls tighten and I know I’m going to come, and soon. I try to hold it off as long as possible, wanting to savor this feeling. It’s her tongue that does me in. She’s flicking it over me when I’m in her mouth and I can’t stop it now. I feel my muscles spasm as my rhythm becomes erratic.
I manage to form the words, “Open your mouth,” seconds before I come. She does and I watch as my cock shoots streams of hot cum across her tongue. It drips down and pools, and when I’m spent and gasping she closes her mouth. I watch her swallow, locking eyes with me the whole time, and it’s so hot that I nearly come again.
She sucks the tip of my cock, cleaning the last bit of semen from it. “Satisfied?” she asks.
“Not nearly.” I thread my fingers under her head and through her hair, lifting. “Keep doing that.” I close my eyes.
She swirls her tongue over the head of my cock, sucking as deep as she can. I hold her head still, keeping her mouth on me as the blood flows back in. It doesn’t take very long until I’m hard again. Maybe harder than before. I release her, and that smirk is still there. Not for long. I jump off the bed and search through my clothes for the condoms I brought just in case. I slip one on before returning to her. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be smirking.”
“Want to bet?” she teases, laughing.