I found it wildly exciting, even though I tugged and tried to free myself. Then I felt his cock sliding into me, penetrating me in one deep thrust, his breath warm on my cheek, his cock rasping past my tender clit.
“Ooh!” I felt myself becoming aroused again, felt his slick wetness as he slid into me, smelled his musky maleness, as he pounded into me, his cock filling me completely, and his groan as he swelled within me.
He slowed his thrusts, drawing out with a twisting motion of his hips, so he rubbed along my G-spot and agonizingly past my exquisitely tender clit.
“Come again, Toni. Come once more for me.” His murmur thrilled me right through my very being, and I felt the nerves tightening all along my legs which meant I was so close, so so close. I writhed underneath him again, clenched myself around his cock, feeling his body jerk in response.
Then he was slowing again, drawing out my feelings, pulling almost completely out of me before thrusting in again and again.
His hand gripped my wrists ever more tightly as I found myself jerking against his grip, and I could only twist my hips as I sought to get closer to him.
“Come. Now. You know you want this, don’t you?” How could his voice be so commanding even in such a low tone?
“Ye … yes,” I gasped, and at that moment, his lips crashed onto mine and his tongue penetrated me and threw me over the edge. I bucked and twisted underneath him, his cock still deep within me, and I felt the heat of his release as he went rigid above me, his grasp spasmed and his final jerks made my orgasm longer than I’d ever experienced.
As the tension eased slowly back to normal, I lay in a pleasantly foggy daze. No man had ever taken the trouble to pleasure me in this way before, and I knew that I’d never be the same again.
James rolled off me, releasing my hands, and I groaned as I lowered them, relieving my aching shoulders. James watched me, smiling, then he sat up and walked, gloriously naked, into his bathroom. I supposed he was going to get rid of the condom, but I felt curiously flat too. I hadn’t thought he would be the sort of man who would use a woman and then not act any differently than before.
I sat up on the edge of his bed wondering what to do. Should I dress, wait for him if he was only going to be a minute, or what?
Then he was walking back in, wearing a black silk robe, loosely tied. I could see his chest muscles, deeply toned, in the deep vee of the robe, and the sight caught my breath. Holy shit! I was turned on by him all over again, even though I’d just had the best fucking of my life.
I saw he was carrying a white silk robe for me, and I wondered at a man who had a ladies’ robe in his bathroom. Maybe I needed not to get too caught up in this man. He smiled and held out the robe for me to slip my arms in the sleeves.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
‘Thank you, Toni.” His low voice was warm and caressing, and my heart leapt. Maybe he did care. I could feel the whole sway of emotions going to center around whether this man was pleased with me or not, and my belly tightened.
“I expect you’d like a shower,” he murmured. “I hope you find everything you need.” He went to the adjoining door to my room and opened it for me after unlocking it. “Dinner is at eight. I’ll knock at seven-thirty and we’ll have a drink before dining.”
That told me what I should be doing, and I nodded weakly and went into my room. The door behind me closed, and I heard the key turn in the lock. I looked back and stared at the door. I noticed there wasn’t a key on my side. That was going to make it interesting to try and sleep tonight, and I thought petulantly about wedging a chair under the handle before I went to bed.
I went to explore the bathroom, looking forward to gallons of hot water and clouds of luxurious steam.
I threw off the robe after selecting the toiletries I’d need. It wasn’t until I was standing under the most powerful shower I’d ever experienced, that I realized my only clothes were still in his bedroom, and the door was bolted.
I wondered what time he’d arranged for me to get back home later to pick up my stuff. It seemed that I’d be living here now. At least I supposed, until we had to live in England.
James
I stood and stared at the door after I locked it. I could picture her going through to the bathroom, throwing off that robe. I could see her long, shapely legs and the curve of her ass as she bent to pick up the robe when it slipped from her hand. And my cock stirred and rose again. God, I needed to fuck her again. I’d been able to sense her arousal, but also her reluctance to give me her release, to lose control.
And yet, her increased excitement when I’d restrained her hands had excited me too. Her breathing rate had accelerated and she’d got wetter while trying to fight me. Pondering, I walked towards my bathroom. This was going to be very diverting. Then I noticed the clothes I’d stripped from her. Of course, she had nothing else yet. I picked them up with distaste. Still, they’d have to do. I went back and unlocked the door to her bedroom, walking in without knocking. This was my house and I didn’t care who knew it.