Velvet and Lace(23)

He ran his fingers through the blonde curls covering her mound that were in a landing strip down to her slit. He didn’t move past her curls but he felt her quiver anyway against his touch. She was definitely responsive.

He leaned down and captured one her nipples in between his teeth, lightly, as he tweaked the other one with his free hand. The other moved back underneath her ass, and his fingers curved into the space between her cheeks. He loved how responsive she had been when he touched her ass.

He pushed just slightly against her anus as he continued his slow torture on her breasts. It wasn’t long before she was grinding her very wet pussy against his dick. Each movement had her clit brushing against him and he smiled at her actions. He didn’t want her to come too soon but he had the feeling she was racing to the finish line.

He scooted his chair back a pinch so that she was still sitting on his lap, but her amazing slit was no longer grazing his penis. Her head had flown back when he was teasing her breasts, but now she looked up with a pout on her face. Propping herself up on her elbows, she stared at his cock and then looked back at him.

“I was enjoying that.” She tried pushed her hair back from her face but her arm caught in the shirt, her movements hindered by the fabric. She maneuvered out of the cloth and tossed it aside, returning to her position on her elbows.

“I could see that. But you haven’t earned that orgasm yet.” He tweaked her nipple, pinching slightly.

“Earned?” Her eyebrows shot up. “You aren’t into the whole slave/Master thing are you? I know I like to be spanked but I’m not into the whole you–command–me–to–do–your–bidding thing.” She looked at him with weariness in her gorgeous blue eyes.

“Easy, baby. You took that wrong. I do like commands. They worked pretty well last night.” He winked and she started to smile. “I just wanted it to be good for you. If I make you wait for it, that gorgeous pink pussy will quiver twice as hard for me.”

She still looked hesitant but he returned his mouth to her nipple this time sucking harder. Her head fell back once more and he took the hand that had been rubbing her other breast and slowly slid it down her stomach until he reached the sweet pot of honey between her legs.

He easily parted her folds and dipped his finger into the opening, gathering her juice. Then he grazed her clit and smiled around her nipple as her hips jerked in his direction. When he pushed two fingers inside her waiting cunt, he thought he was going to have to hold down her hips again. He moved his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm as he switched to the other breast.

Daphne began to pant as a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin. When he pushed his index finger harder against her asshole her head jerked up. Her eyes glazed over. He lifted his head from her breast.

“Do you like that?” His voice was low and husky, even to his own ears. She nodded her head slowly. “Have you tried anal before, baby?”

“No.” Her reply was soft. She whimpered as he pressed his finger harder against her, not pressing past her opening, just rubbing in circles.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have any lube here and I have no interest in hurting you. But I would love to try it with you if you wanted to one day.” He moved his fingers in her pussy, to curl up and stroke her g–spot. She nodded her head in response as she began to move her hips in the opposite direction that his finger was circling on her asshole.

He smiled as he watched his fingers move in and out of her cunt. Her juices were coating most of his hand and his eyes couldn’t look away from the vibrant pink of her pussy. When he flicked his free thumb up to graze her clit she began to move shamelessly against his hand.

Watching her body move was making his cock throb painfully. He didn’t think it was possible for him to come without ever laying a hand on his cock but watching Daphne in the throes of passion was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He knew that all it would take was one stoke of his hand and he would be coming on the tanned skin of her stomach.

She began to move more frantically and he thought about withdrawing his hand, but he wanted to give her the ultimate pleasure. He bent forward and reclaimed her nipple at the same time he pressed harder against her clit.

“Oh fuck, Trent, I’m coming!” It only took a second before she came in his arms. Her juices rushed out, coating his hand and his thigh. Hearing her scream out his name was the best thing he'd ever heard.

He continued to move his fingers in and out, stroking her g-spot even harder until a second orgasm washed over her. This time she could only moan and make wild throaty sounds as she came. She was like no one he had ever been with. She was crazy with passion and he loved it.