Corrine moaned softly and lifted her bottom to press against the hardness of my cock. “I love feeling you pressed against me.” Her voice was almost a purr.
“You were so beautiful at dinner being honest and more real than any woman I’ve ever met,” I whispered while one hand traveled to the silky smoothness of her sex. My fingertip pressed past the folds and dipped into her warmth.
Corrine cried out as my finger gently prodded in and out of her wetness.
“I don’t want you to leave this bed again,” I growled into her ear. Her wetness intensified as she ground against my hand, urging me on.
“I’m here as long as you’ll have me,” she moaned, her muscles tensing as she neared the edge. “Yes… I want to be yours. Only yours.”
“Come for me. I want to feel you come against my hand.”
That was all it took. I held her body tight against mine as she climaxed, absorbing the passionate spasms of her release.
With one fluid motion, I rolled her over and drove my hardness deep within. Corrine’s head flew back as she cried out. Her fingers clutched desperately at my back. The sound of her pleasured cry triggered a desire to hear her moans over and over again. I could think of nothing else but rocking into her until her cries became a scream of ecstasy.
Corrine wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me deeper within. “D…” she gasped before bringing her lips to mine.
I thrust my tongue past her lips as I drove in and out of her heat. I closed my eyes, soaking in the sensation of wave after wave of pleasure that washed over me. I groaned against her lips as my climax began to escalate.
I eased back and thrust into her again, drawing the desired scream to escape past our kiss. She arched against me, tilting her hips up as I pressed deeper and harder.
When Corrine screamed out my name, her muscles pulsating around my cock, it was all I needed to pump my release deep within her.
I allowed the sounds of her passion to push me over the edge. I allowed the sensations of satisfaction, strength, and love, to wash over me.
We slept, we caressed, we kissed, we made love again, and then we slept once more. It was a broken record repeating, and I never planned to fix it.
When I woke up, I saw the glass slider open and Corrine standing naked, overlooking the fountain outside.
My lower body seized with a deep longing to have her again. Corrine’s long hair blanketed down her naked back, almost reaching her luscious backside. The delicate curve of her bottom made me hungry for more.
I wanted her now.
I walked to the balcony to join her. Taking a quick moment to adjust to the chill of the morning air, I moved to where she stood.
Wrapping my arms around her body, I murmured against her cool neck, “I woke up and you were gone. Don’t leave me again.”
She turned her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “And if I do?” she teased as she pressed her bottom to my hardness.
I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her tighter against me. She didn’t resist, but instead, positioned her body so that her ass rested against my lengthening desire.
“I would have to punish you,” I said with a nip to her ear. “And I would love every second of it.”
Corrine released a soft moan, tilting her head back in sweet surrender. She pressed her ass even closer, allowing the tip of my erection to enter past her tiny back hole. Not all the way, but enough to feel the tight heat of her taboo channel. I splayed my hands across her bare mound and toyed with her clit, swirling my fingertip in circles the way I knew she loved. I was beginning to understand every inch of Corrine’s body and had mastered the skill of causing her body to hum.
I was a good student, determined to study hard.
“Then I’ll just have to accept my punishment like a good girl,” she replied, sighing contentedly.
With the tip of my penis still teasing her entrance, I growled, “Maybe taking you here is exactly the punishment you deserve.”
I twirled her to face me, my hands hugging the roundness of her behind. Inhaling deeply, intoxicated by her scent, I moaned.
I slipped a finger under her chin and tipped her face up to me. My lips met hers. They were smooth and soft, cool from her morning outing to the deck. I couldn’t help pressing forward, driving my ready cock against her heat.
The kiss was much like the ones we had shared, yet there was something different about it. There was a new hunger, a new want. When my arms slipped around her waist, my finger sliding into the crevice of her behind, there was no tension or tightening from her. Every inch closer my finger got to her puckered hole, her body seemed to soften against mine. With a hungry press of my fingertip into her tightness, her full submission was obvious. This vixen hungered for this, and I needed to make sure she never hungered again.