She didn’t raise her voice, didn’t argue, didn’t demand, but she knew her tone was noted when his eyes flared with lust. What was this? Defy the man and instead of getting angry, he gets horny. It made no sense. At least not to Sarah. But she felt his cock rising, long and hard at her thigh, it’s heat tempting her to urge him into her one last time.
“I’m going to work on something all right but it won’t be the least bit subtle,” he warned her. “When I come back, Sarah, I’m going to work on broadening your horizons a bit.”
Sarah swallowed nervously. “My horizons are plenty wide enough to suit me, Brock,” she promised him carefully.
“Too fucking bad.” He pulled her over his body, settling himself into the cushions as he arranged her thighs to straddle him intimately.
Sarah gasped.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never done this.” His look was wickedly sexy.
“Well, Mark and I never experimented much,” she gulped. “So, no. Straight missionary. That was enough.”
“He never ate that sweet pussy?” he asked her, his voice deep, husky. “Never lapped the honey from between your thighs?”
Oh hell, she was in some deep trouble here. She shook her head.
“No. Just you. No one else.”
The beginnings of a smile shaped his lips. For the first time since she had known him, Sarah saw a measure of joy reflected in his eyes.
“Oh Sarah, you have a lot to learn,” he promised her. “What about dildos? Surely you’ve used one.”
She shook her head, her face flaming, then she gasped as he lifted her, lodging the head of his penis between the hot lips of her hungry cunt.
“No dildos huh?” he asked her, considering, though his voice was husky and tight as he slid slowly into her. “I’ll get you one.”
“That’s okay.” She breathed harshly. “Who needs one with you around?”
“I do,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he filled her, grinding against her. “I want to teach you how to use it. Watch you fuck yourself with it.”
Sarah whimpered, her womb contracting almost painfully at the erotic words.
“That’s so perverted, Brock.” She was shocked, aroused at the thought.
“So much pleasure, Sarah,” he promised her. “I would watch you, tell you how, let you find the ways of pleasing yourself. “
Her head tossed, her hips jerked as she fought to ride him harder. He held her still, the hands at her hips keeping her locked to him.
“How could that be better…” she gasped, “than this?” She clenched her muscles around him, hearing him groan in pleasure at the small movement.
“It’s a different pleasure,” he promised her, watching her from beneath lowered lids, his eyes glittering with sexual promise. “I promise, baby, you’ll love it.”
His hands loosened on her hips, his thighs bunched as he pulled back, then drove into her. Sarah lost her breath. Her hands braced on his chest, her head tossing in an agony of need and fiery sensations.
“Ride me, Sarah. Like this.” He stilled, his hands moved on her hips again, teaching her how.
She lifted her hips, feeling the glide of silk enclosed steel along her vaginal walls. He stopped her an inch from total retreat.
“Now, lower yourself slowly,” he whispered. “Ride me like that, Sarah, slow and easy until you get a feel for it.”
A feel for it? The feel of it was slowly killing her. She rose by slow degrees, her breath heaving from her throat at the forced reduction in the pace she so loved. She wanted him driving into her, throwing her into climax. This was too much, too many sensations rioting through her body. The slow steady impalement as she lowered herself had her tossing her head, moaning brokenly.
She felt the slow pinch of his thick cock stretching her, filling her. The bulging head flared, pushing past sensitive tissue. It slid slow and easy through the natural lubrication of her body until it lodged, tight and hard at her womb. There, it throbbed against such sensitive flesh that she wanted to scream at the pleasure.
“Oh, Sarah,” his moan sounded awestruck.
She opened her eyes, staring down at him. His face was flushed, his eyes glittering with emotion. So much emotion. So intense, so filled with—adoration?—that it made her heart clench. Did she really do this for him? Make him as wild for the building explosion as she became?