“Uh, yeah.” I slowly began to turn.
His hands grabbed my hips as my back was to him. I heard the towel drop to the floor.
“Lucas,” I said. I felt something hard press against me and his lips graze my ear.
“You have no clue what you do to me, do you?” he whispered. “Just coming here drives me insane.”
“Just one spin,” I said.
“That’s not why you’re here.”
I felt him kiss my neck, brushing my hair out of his way, I let out a soft gasp as he pulled me tighter against him.
“Why am I here, then?”
“Because you want another taste, Natalie. You only got a small bit of what you want, and you need more.”
“More of what?”
I felt his hands begin to roam my body. “More of my fingers, more of my tongue. You keep thinking about how incredible it felt that night in the limo.”
“I also keep thinking about how we’re married. And you’re my stepbrother.”
“But you’re here anyway,” he whispered. His hands moved so slowly, so deliciously down my legs. I felt them slowly begin to lift up the hem of my dress.
My knees were shaking. And my pussy was dripping wet. I had a surprise for him, a surprise I wasn’t sure he’d actually find.
“I am here,” I agreed.
“Because you want to know. Does it really feel as good as I say it does? Can I really make you body feel things you didn’t know about?”
His hands pulled up my dress.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
“Natalie,” he whispered, “you delicious, bad girl. No panties?”
“Surprise,” I moaned as his fingers found my soaking spot.
“God, you continue to fucking impress me, Natalie.”
“Good,” I groaned and moved my ass against his clearly hard cock. “I want you to be impressed.”
His fingers began to work my pussy and I tipped my chin back. His lips found mine, kissing me hard, as he continued to slowly work my soaked clit.
I reached behind me, finding his thick, hard cock. I began to stroke him slowly, feeling it on my back and my ass.
“Fuck, Nat,” he said. “You’re dripping wet. Your soaked little cunt is begging for it.”
“And you’re harder than I thought.”
He spun me around, pulling me against him. He kissed me hard as I continued to work his cock, stroking him long and slow. He pulled away and I stepped back, admiring his body. His cock was hard and firm in my hand, his muscular chest covered in tattoos. I could see the desire in his eyes, starving for me.
I reached up and spit into my palm and then began to work it into his cock. He groaned as I began to jerk him, his hands working at my breasts.
“Is this what you imagined?” I whispered to him.
“Do you want to feel what I imagined?”
“Yes. Please.”
He pushed me back and then grabbed my hips. He steered me toward a couch, tipping me back. I fell onto its soft cushions, laughing slightly.
He was on top of me in a second, his body pushing against mine, kissing me hard and rough.
I lost myself in his touch. Any thought of what we were doing was completely lost as I began to give myself over to him. His lips moved from mine and kissed my neck as I laced my fingers through his hair.
He moved farther down, kissing my exposed chest. His fingers and hands pressed my legs open and I gasped as he moved farther down.
“I’ve been dying to taste this pussy,” he said, kissing my inner thigh. “You know I’ve been thinking about this every day since we met?”
“I can’t get that night in the limo from my mind,” I admitted.
“I think this might help.”
I felt his lips kiss my clit ever so gently. Slowly, he began to lick and suck me, working my clit. Waves of pleasure built through my body.
I grabbed onto the pillows, trying not to moan too loudly. It was impossible though with the way he worked me. I felt his finger slide inside me, pressing deep into my pussy while his tongue and lips continued to work at my clit.
“Fuck you taste good,” he said, looking up at me. His fingers continued to slide in and out of me.
“This is not what I expected would happen,” I said honestly.
He smirked. “I think you’re lying to yourself, then.”
My witty retort was completely destroyed when his tongue began working my clit again.
He was absolutely ravenous the way he licked and sucked me. His hands fucked my pussy, pressing his fingers deep into me, sliding in and out of my soaked spot. I loved his naked body, the way he was still slightly damp from his shower. I tipped my head back, moaning loudly, beginning to completely lose myself.
His fingers pressed deeper and his tongue worked harder, licking and sucking. I began to move my hips, and I gasped as I felt him suck and lick. I reached down and grabbed his hair, feeling the pressure beginning to build.