Victoria’s Secret Wish(28)

She climbed off and lay back, while he peeled away his shirt and trousers. He arranged her, so her head rested on the arm of the sofa and she lay crosswise with her ass on the edge. She was still hot, her folds a bit red from the earlier action. He took a deep whiff and his cock stood even straighter. She tasted like she smelled–feminine, satisfied, sexy.

Watching another man take his woman had stirred something primal within him. He wanted her even more, needed to take, to claim her. She’d driven another man wild with need–he’d been witness. Seen it, heard it, smelled it. Felt it. And then immediately after having that other man, she’d come to him, her man. A feral growl reverberated from his brain to his cock. His lips hummed against her with it, his tongue delved inside her, tasting what had been inside his space, loving the way it’d pleased her. He’d given that to her. He slid his hands up to her nipples, finding them pebble-hard, the breasts firm and tight beneath. Ah, God. He loved her, and she him. He wanted her, and judging by the juices flowing to his mouth, she wanted him. He needed her. She’d be out of control with need for him before he finished with her tonight.

He’d leave her bottom to suffer and miss him for a bit, while he loved her breasts. Suckling her nipple, he could smell her on his face, and it became damned hard to not touch her pussy. He must be suffering at least as much as she. She gripped handfuls of his hair and whimpered–was she trying to push his head down?

David was staring between her spread legs–one bent at the knee and lay obligingly out of the way on the couch, providing him with a majestic view of what had to be the best pussy of his life. He didn’t seem aware of much, but his right hand fisted ’round his once-again wooden cock, as if the poor chap wasn’t quite sure what he should do with it.

Ah, bugger it. David could handle the hard-on like he had.

“Britt? We don’t really need the foreplay. Can we just do it?”

Now what would be the fun in that? He’d yet to see her really lose her cool. Though her heavy breathing said she’d get damn demanding before long.

Brett pulled away and looked her over from toes to head. In all his excitement, he’d forgotten–and that just would not do. “Vic. Your hair.”

“Oh, fuck the damn hair–”

“Not tonight, love. That’s kink for another time. I’ve got to loose it, though.” He pulled her up to a sitting position, and went after the stash of pins she always imprisoned it with. One by one, he tossed them to the end table. “Only ten today?” She must’ve been truly distracted earlier when she’d made herself up. The hair sprung loose and wilder than usual–perhaps from the sea air? For good measure, he buried his face in it and breathed, letting it tickle between them, down his neck and chest. Ah, Christ. It still sent him straight to the moon.

Vic shook her head. She’d never quite understand why, or how, her hair revved him so.

He breathed in deep again and she shuddered against him, her nipples seeming to find his palms on their own. Her lips brushed his neck, just below his ear. This wasn’t the plan, for her to take over. He wanted to make her wait for him to be inside her…but she was doing a fucking good job, she and her hair…

To hell with it. She wanted him and he needed her. Now. He sat back, grabbed the condom from the sofa, tore it open–right easy package to open, from this company–and stretched it over himself. Christ, the bloody thing was tighter than he’d remembered. Still, it would give him a bit less sensation, so he could last longer inside Vic and not let the youngster show him up.

He’d still not decided on a position, but Vic seemed to have that planned too. She scooted her ass past the edge of the sofa toward him and beckoned. Who was he to pass up such an invite? Perfect height, this couch. On his knees, he thrust into her, dragging her hips toward him at the same time. Ah, sweet heaven, and her gasp only sounded partially surprised–mostly pleased. She arched for him, her arms thrown above her head, where she clutched at cushions. The tone of her whimpers said she’d already reached the brink again. Such a hot little woman tonight, coming every time he looked. Fucking hot. Coming in such a great, gushing… His head spun. He had to go for it. Bending forward so her nipples brushed his chest, he looked into her eyes and kissed her, pounding fast and hard. Hard, she’d asked for. She gasped against him, now clasping his back, her nails digging a bit. Her breasts pressed tighter against him as she arched again, tilting herself against his cock. She stiffened and clutched him, rolled her eyes and then closed them tight. He swallowed her inevitable scream and let loose with one last thrust, meeting the scream with a groan.