Demetrious was breathing in heavy, short gasps, rocking his pelvis back and forth, and though she wanted to fell his dick in her so badly she also wanted this. To feel him come down her throat. To fill her with his hot, salty cum until she swallowed it all down.
She sped up, working his length with her hand, working his cock-head with her mouth. Back and forth, pumping faster, harder. Her other hand went back to his balls, the space just in between them where the root of his dick reached and she rubbed up and down it.
“Ahhh,” he groaned. “Ah God, stop, Kleftisa, stop….”
She ignored him. He was close. Penny could feel it and she wanted it. Her pussy was hot and heavy with desire, her breasts so desperate to feel his touch but this had to come first. It had to. She had to feel it….
And she did. He came with a hoarse cry, his hand tightening on the back of her head, his hips bucking against her mouth, pushing his dick into her throat. Waves of cum spurted out, the taste registering dimly, and Penny swallowed it all down, sucking on his cock-head to pull it all.
He groaned again, his head falling back and Penny slowed her motions. Her hand pumped languorously now, suckling on the reddened tip in gentle movements, enjoying the taste of him, the slight softening of his dick.
“Ah, Kleftisa,” Demetrious sighed, looking down into her desire-filled eyes. “That was unexpected. What are you doing to me? I can not remember a time I erupted in a woman’s mouth so quickly.” He shook his head, as if something was niggling him, and abruptly Penny felt a moment’s fear. Was he done with her now? Was this all he was waiting for until he called the police and cast her aside? Fear shot through her chest and she bit down on her slightly bruised lips. The thought of prison panicked her, but the thought of prison without having her desires sated panicked her even more.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. “Demetrious,” she began, but he shook his head, planted one hand on her chest and pushed her back onto the bed.
“Time is it not,” he asked, “for me to return the favor?”
Chapter Ten
Sebastian’s head was spinning, his heart pounding, and satisfaction the likes of which he hadn’t known in ages, or maybe ever, was thrumming through his limbs. He looked down at his thief lying on the bed and felt almost like a starving man at a feast. He wanted to please her as much as she had pleased him. Because she certainly had. It had been years since he’d come so quickly and he couldn’t quite believe it. She’s sucked him into her mouth and made him explode down her throat. Amazing. He couldn’t wait to make her drench his face. “How do I get this bodysuit off you?” he asked.
She pointed to the opening and he kicked off his shoes and trousers before joining her on the bed. A few quick maneuvers and at last she was as bare as he, bar her panties…and he let out a shaky breath, because it was more than worth the wait. Slender, pale legs reclined beside him, hips that a man could easily hold curved up into a tiny waist, and those breasts… His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he looked them over. “You have perfect breasts,” he said, reaching out and running one finger along the nub. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Sebastian,” she murmured. “Touch them.”
He was helpless to deny her. He palmed each breasts, hardening the nipples, and making her arch her back, moaning softly. “Tell me what you wish,” he whispered. “Anything you desire I will give you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, going first to his hands that were working her nipples before colliding with his. Cat’s eyes, he thought again. Only they weren’t spitting fire now. They were languid and flushed with desire. A queer sensation ran though him then and Sebastian paused for just a moment. He wished he knew what she was thinking. The secrets those eyes were full of. Yet as soon as he thought that he cursed himself. What was wrong with him? Well you’re bedding the woman who just broke into your house, his mind whispered, with sophisticated equipment that should have you investigating her, it, everything. Better yet the woman you should have handed over to the police the moment you subdued her. That should have been his first clue that something was wrong!
But there was something about her. Something that prodded him and pulled at him and though he knew it was madness, absolute madness, at that moment he couldn’t make himself regret what he was doing. It was disturbingly exciting, oddly dangerous, and it made him feel…alive. Interested, not in the least bored. Like he was waking up. Like she’s woken you up.
“I want you inside me,” she said softly. “Filling me up.”