I have to laugh again. She’s so responsive, so thoroughly into everything I’m doing to her. Slowly her orgasm eases off, and I draw my fingers out of her hot cunt and trace the wetness along the insides of her thighs.
“Never had one quite like that before, have you?” I ask her, my voice low and more than a little smug.
“Shut up,” she shoots back.
Again I laugh at her. She really is delightful. This is going to be fun. Every minute of it.
“Want more?”
She shakes her head and then flings an arm over her eyes and nods. “Yes.”
“Ask me for it.”
“Fuck me,” she snaps. “Fuck me right now.”
“That’s more like it.” I don’t do what I’m told, though. I’ve never been known to follow orders that well. “Let’s get you out of that dress.”
It’s a little complicated getting the tight sheath off her. At some point I’m sure we end up looking like some kind of Cirque de Soleil act as I pull at the collar and she wriggles and arches and bends her body into angles I would have thought were near impossible. But eventually it slips off her, and I toss it across the room. She’s not wearing a bra under it—just some small, crescent-shaped bits of silicone that are tucked underneath her breasts to hold them up. That’s all that’s left on her except that string of white pearls and her black heels.
“These are interesting.” I peel one of the crescents away from her skin, then the other. Her breasts shift into a more natural silhouette.
“Now you know my secrets.” She clasps her knees against my sides and pushes forward, trying to urge me up over her.
“Not all of them,” I tell her. Setting the little crescents aside, I begin to indulge myself, lapping her skin all the way from the top of her pubes to the sweet spot between her breasts. The pearls are in my way; I set them to the side so they frame her right breast, draping over the soft curves.
“I told you to fuck me,” she says.
“Patience, baby.” I lick my thumb and then circle it around and around her turgid left nipple. It rises under my touch, turning firm and dark. When it’s fully erect I take it in my mouth and bite, then suck, then bite again. My tongue toys with the nub, then I draw most of her breast into my mouth, scraping the skin with my teeth as I let the soft mound slide back out.
“God, Nick…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you enjoy the wait.”
I finally catch her mouth with mine again, and she whimpers as my tongue slides against hers. I can still taste the salty musk of her pussy on my tongue, so I know she can taste it, too. Her tongue strokes mine as if she’s craving that flavor. I stroke her hair back, and lay long strands out over the pillows. She’s still warm and shivery under me; I wonder how much effort it would take to wring another scream-worthy orgasm out of her. Not much, I’m willing to bet.
I’m not quite ready to take her—after all, I still have my pants on—but I jockey for position between her legs, letting my hips settle there where her thighs are still damp and open. She reaches down and jerks at my belt buckle, loosening it and then working on the fly beneath it. I’m willing to help, so I move up to let her push the trousers down over my ass.
For some reason, I’m not expecting that little hand to close around my dick, and when it does I jump a little. It’s her turn to chuckle at me. Her fingers stroke me, her thumb swirling around my glans, and I clench my teeth, trying to enjoy the sensation while at the same time focusing on not coming all over her hand. I want to be inside her for that.
I can only take so much, so after a few seconds I move back then step off the bed.
“Nick, come back.”
“Just a minute.” I push off my shoes, let my trousers fall to the floor, then step out of them. A quick scramble through the drawer on the bedside table yields a couple of condoms. With the little packets held between my fingers, I slide back onto the bed. Sarah takes the opportunity to straddle me. I let her, leaning back against the pillows.
She sees the condoms and reaches for one. “I’ll do this,” she says, and I nod. I can’t think of a better way to get the damn thing onto me, if I have to wear it. And I do. This time. Later? Well, later, all bets are going to be off.
She tears the packet open with her teeth, her eyes on me the whole time. It’s hot as fuck, especially with her hair mussed like it is and her eyes so wide and still a little raw from her crying earlier. She slides the condom out and unrolls it a little, getting it ready.
“You look good naked,” she tells me.
“So do you.”