Taking His Woman(28)

Throwing the blanket off her body, she fingered her clit, watching her hand move between her legs. She pictured Chris between her thighs, his large hands touching her body. She cried out his name.

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Chris opened the door slightly to see his woman fingering her pussy. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and watched the scene before him. Her eyes were closed as she flung her head back. She cried out his name. Her fingers were moving faster over her slit. From where he stood, the light reflected on her, and he saw she was dripping wet.

He moved into the bedroom, quietly, as he didn’t want to disturb her. He got closer, and when he could stand it no more, he covered her fingers with his own.

She opened her eyes, gasping his name.

“I’m here, angel.” She went to move. He turned and held her down onto the bed. “Move your hand away. Hold onto the head board.” Chris instructed her. She did everything he asked without question. He smiled at her compliance.

Unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, he kept the other over her clit. She was red, wet, and swollen.

“You want to come?” he asked.

She nodded her head. Something had changed in the air between them. He didn’t want to go soft and gentle. Chris wanted to order her around and get her to do as he told her. This feral need inside him hadn’t been present in some considerable time. He’d thought the beast had been tamed. Watching her finger her pussy had raised the demon inside him. He wanted to claim her and show her how he could make her body sing.

“Get on your knees,” he said. He pulled off his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

Again, she did as he instructed without complaint. He’d become the dominant while she submitted to his will. Her full ass was displayed for him. The way she knelt exposed her wet juicy slit and the puckered rose of her ass. He loved her ass. Chris ran his hands over the pale flesh feeling her shake under his touch. Staring at her cunt, he saw her cream leaking out. It was one of the sexiest things he’d seen.

Erica had been keeping secrets from him. How far was she willing to go? He wouldn’t frighten her. He knew there was some barrier between them at the moment. With any luck, tonight he would start to break it down.

He ran his finger from her clit, gathering her cream on his fingers and pressing against the tight muscles of her anus. She gasped but didn’t try to move away. He only applied pressure, just enough to make her want and not be scared. He knew she’d never had anal sex. Introducing her to the carnal delights would be a pleasure he’d have soon, but not before she was ready.

There were some delights only a woman could request.

With his other hand, he pressed two fingers inside her pussy feeling her walls flutter around his digits. Whatever had bought on her arousal, she was soaking wet and tight. Her pussy sucked him in, her need apparent with every action.

Chris moved his hands off her, unbuckling his belt. She went to leave. He stopped her with a hand on the base of her back.

“Not yet.”

She whimpered and complied with his demands.

Freeing his cock, he palmed it with his fist. “I think I should punish you for not including me tonight. You’ve been getting yourself off without asking me, Erica. I love seeing your pleasure.”

Another whimper echoed in the air.

“Do you think I should leave you without an orgasm?” he asked.

“No. I’m sorry.” He heard the fear in her words. Chris knew he’d never deny her. Part of his enjoyment was watching her come alive under his touch.

“Will you deny me again?” Chris didn’t give her time to answer. Aligning his shaft with her entrance, he thrust forward. Usually, he spent a great deal of time with foreplay. Her fingering herself had made her wet already.

He moaned, pulling out then thrusting back inside her.

“I’ll never deny you again,” she yelled.

“Good girl.” He reached round, fingering her clit. She thrust back to meet him. He grew thicker inside her, the walls of her cunt squeezing him tight. He groaned, slamming inside her. She rode him, the need building inside her as he flicked her clit.

He stared over at the mirror and saw them together, her white flesh taking him. She looked so perfect. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as he pounded inside her. She looked ready to explode. Staring at his reflection sent him over the edge. The grip he had on her hips tightened to a point that he knew he’d leave a mark. He released inside her, his cum filling her. In his mind and his actions, he claimed her as his woman. She collapsed on the bed. The only sound to be heard was their own heavy breathing.

Neither said a word as he carried her through to the bathroom. He ran a lavender scented bath and washed her. His arms wrapped around her, and he whispered words of love and tenderness. When he was done, he finished by drying off her body. Chris carried her back to bed where he tucked her under the covers. He got in the bed beside her, his arms holding her to him.