She arches an eyebrow, "And what would that be, Mr. Capo of all he surveys?"
"I know that you don’t like to be manhandled, for one." I wrap my fingers around her nape, and she shivers. "I know that you don’t want to be urged to bend over your drafting table." I apply enough pressure that she lowers her upper body to the surface. "That you don’t want me to palm your butt." I do just that as I place my palm against the curve of her denim covered backside, "And that you don’t like being spanked." I bring my palm down against her ass and she draws in a sharp breath. "And that you don’t like being spanked again," I slap her other asscheek, "and again." I smack both her asscheeks, alternating between them, and she groans. Her entire body shudders.
She slaps her palm onto the paper strewn the table, "Bloody hell." She groans, "Oh, my bloody God."
"And you don’t like your pussy being fingered either, do you now,tesoro mio?"
I step behind her, fit my tented crotch against the valley between her butt-cheeks. She huffs, then parts her legs further— so I can push my throbbing shaft into her butt. I reach around, to lower her zipper, then slide my fingers inside the seam of her panties.
I brush against her pussy lips and she whines. "Oh, Mika, please… please—"
I slip one finger inside her sopping wet channel and she moans, then clamps down on my digit with her inner walls. The blood rushes to my groin. I thrust a second finger, then a third inside her, as I lean over to press my chest into her back, then bite down on the skin between her neck and the curve of her shoulder.
She yells, "Ouch, you neanderthal, what the hell was that for?"
I lick the abraded flesh and a whine spills from her lips. Moisture drips from between her legs and my cock instantly lengthens. Fuck, I had come here because I need to complete the one thing that will keep her safe, but one look at her, one glance at her delicious behind, one whiff of her sugary scent, and hell, if I can keep away from her. I hesitate with my fingers still inside of her when she frowns at me as she gives me side-eye.
"Either put it in or get away from me, you ass."
A chuckle rumbles up my chest. "Challenge accepted,piccolina." I pull my fingers out of her and she scowls, "What the hell, you horrible man, why do you have to tease me so, why—"
I yank her jeans down to her mid-thigh. I reach for the thimbles in her sewing kit, slide one onto my middle finger—thank theVergine Mariathat they fit—then another onto my forefinger, and she blinks, "What the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell does it look like I am doing?"
"I don’t know. That’s why I am asking you…oh!" She gasps as I shove the gusset of her panties aside then play with her pussy lips. "Oh, my," she gasps, "wha…what are you up to?"
"Shh." I finger the opening of her pussy, then slide my thimble-wrapped middle finger inside her channel.
"Gah!" She opens and shuts her mouth, "You didn’t just, you didn’t—"
"Oh, I most certainly did, my little wife." I add my thimble-wrapped forefinger, then my ring finger, and stretch her channel. She trembles, then clamps down on my fingers and I feel the pull all the way to the tip of my cock."Gesü Cristo,you can take everything I can give you, can’t you? You’ll take it and you’ll ask for more. Your greedy pussy will never have enough. It wants to be fucked and torn into. It wants every filthy thing I can do to it. It wants my cock and my fingers in at the same time so I can stretch it and fill you up until you have no idea where I begin and where you end, isn’t that right?" I pant… "Beauty?"
She moans loudly and the sound snaps something inside of me. I release my hand on her neck, spit on my fingers, then slide one inside the opening of her backhole.
"Fuck you," she growls, even as she parts her legs even more, giving me better access. I add a second finger to her back channel, then begin to move my fingers in and out of her. At the same time, I fuck her pussy with the thimble-covered fingers of my other hand.
"Oh, hell. Oh, my bloody hell!" she yells as her entire body shudders. Her shoulders snap back, she thrusts back with her hips, trying to take more of my fingers inside her, then propels her hips forward, chasing her climax. "Mika, Mika," she chants, "I am going to—"
"Come for me, Beauty; come all over my fingers."