Authors: Melissande
His jaw flexed, but slowly he began opening his buttons, one pop at a time. He was commando under the jeans, so his lovely dick bobbed out immediately.
"Now, back to what you were doing…" She strolled around, viewing him from all angles. "Jacking off?" she reminded him
as he simply stood there.
He exhaled, then took his shaft in his hand. "Kinda lonely over here…" He started to whistle as though he was bored.
She couldn't help grinning. He was a cheeky bastard.
But oh, it was erotic watching him jack off with the rest of him fully-clothed, to see the nest of curls at his root, the trail leading to his navel. Very quickly, however, she began to crave to see more of that tough, muscled body of his.
She'd never had a chance to just…look. He always had her so involved in some scenario, and all too often she was the only one who was naked. "Don't stop, but take off your jacket."
"Not technically possible, babe. Gotta let go at some point."
"Do I need to go all Mistress on you?"
"Not happening," he shot back.
But she saw his cock twitch.
Hmm…we'll have to see about that, won't we?
"Just take it off. Are you ambidextrous when it comes to pleasuring yourself?"
"Are you?" he shot back. He dropped his jacket off as he demonstrated that he was indeed multi-talented.
"Just keep going." She wanted to touch him—badly—but she made herself stay where she was. "Lose the shirt."
"Gotta have both hands free at some point for that." His t-shirt fit his killer body like a glove.
"Make it snappy," she ordered, her mouth twitching.
He cut her a sideways glance, grinning.
Then stripped off his shirt, so she could see his acres of muscled chest, of rock-hard abs. In the mirror she could glimpse part of his broad back.
Fever gripped her. Her fingers ached to glide over his skin.
"Now the pants," she forced herself to order. And stay back.
"Sorry, babe. Unless you don't mind me letting go, I'll need help with my shoes."
She looked at him askance. "You're a smart man. You'll figure it out."
"If guys were hinged right, I could bend over and suck my own dick and have my hands free."
"Then women would become irrelevant. You'd never leave the house."
He chuckled. "Lucky for you we're not, huh?"
She smiled.
"But I still need more hands."
With an elaborate, pained sigh meant to mask how sexy it was to laugh with a lover, she made her way to him. Knelt at his feet and began untying.
While listening to the soft slap of his fist caressing his shaft. Dragging in the scent of his seed as it rose and pearled on the tip. She was turning her head and opening her mouth to take him in—
"No." She remembered herself just in time.
And wondered who, exactly, she thought she was torturing.
She focused on his foot and slid off his sock, stroking her nails over his arch.
He reacted like he'd been hit with electricity. Grabbed her hair to keep from falling over.
She looked up at him. "A little ticklish, are we?"
"You—" He exhaled. "God, Dani, you are killing me. I want to fuck you so bad…"
Before she rose, she took pity on them both and sucked him down to the root, her tongue grazing his hand…
It was so very hard to make herself rise and walk away.
But he, too, needed to give up control now and again, just as he'd accused her.
As she made her way to the chair, she saw in the mirror as his head fell back with a pained expression. "I'm not done," she said and plopped into the chair, spreading her thighs wide, letting one hook over the chair arm to bare her pussy to him.
He shook his head in warning. "There's nothing to keep me from crossing over there. I could be inside you in five seconds. Three."
"But then you'd forfeit, and The Game would be over."
"Maybe it should be," he said darkly.
"What does that mean?" Her pulse skipped. "You're done, is that what you're saying, Sam?"
"No, but we don't have to play this game anymore to be together."
Panic flared. "That's not what I want."
"What do you want?"
"I—" She glanced away. No. He couldn't ruin this. She wouldn't let him.
She slid a finger over her clit and down the folds of her sex to distract him from any serious discussion. "Keep going."
His gaze was hard on hers. For an endless span, he was silent. His jaw flexed as he kept his gaze on her eyes, not the glistening pink flesh with which she was tempting him.
So she arched her back and thrust her middle finger into her aching depth. Closed her eyes and undulated her body while she pleasured herself.
"It won't work." But she heard the strain in his voice.
She used her free hand to caress her breasts. Arched herself over the arm of the chair, legs negligently spread in invitation.
His gaze burned, but still he didn't respond to her blatant lure.
For a moment, she quivered with a visceral fear that they were, indeed, at an impasse. That this blissful adventure was over.
She wasn't ready. But she couldn't do what he was asking. Couldn't get involved with him on any level but the sexual.
She just couldn't, and her fear made her angry. "Fuck you." She rose and stalked past him.
Whip-fast, he grabbed her arm. "You can't walk away from this." His voice vibrated with an answering anger.
She glanced over with her most withering expression. "Of course I can."
But his eyes were burning, and she was reminded that he was bigger, stronger…dangerous. That he was at heart a predator.
For a moment, they hovered on the edge of a dangerous precipice.
"You won't hurt me," she declared, though she wasn't absolutely positive of that.
He leaned down, got right in her face. "I have never in my life wanted to take a woman over my knee and blister her ass so badly."
Her pussy twitched as desire arrowed through her.
She knew she was trembling—whether with desire or fear, or a little of both, she wasn't sure—but she hoped he couldn't feel it.
"Damn you." He thrust her away. Refastened his jeans as a muscle jumped in his jaw.
Abruptly that burning blue gaze pinned her. "I have never even been tempted to violence with a woman before." he swallowed hard. "Goddamn you, Dani. You know there's more to us than this."
"No." Violently she shook her head. "No." She headed toward her closet, feeling the need for cover, for a safety barrier to keep him at arms' length. She reached into her closet and snagged a robe. Started to slip it on.
Suddenly she felt his heat right behind her. He tore the robe from her grasp and threw it aside. Gripped the hem of her skimpy tee and skinned it from her, casting it aside as well.
Then he yanked her with him in front of the mirror. Clamped his fingers over her breasts. "Look at us," he commanded. He thrust his groin into her ass, and she could feel the gorgeous thickness of him.
She could no more resist pushing back into him than she could quit breathing.
One hand left her breast and speared between her legs, clasping her mound, his long middle finger diving into her wet heat.
"Unhh…" she groaned. And rocked toward him, begging for more.
His fingers tightened on her mound, digging in like claws while his other hand squeezed her breast with the force of his intent.
"Finish unfastening me," he ordered,
giving her a bare inch of room behind her ass for her fingers to maneuver.
She tried to remember why she shouldn't do this, but she needed him too badly. Wanted him too much. With shaking fingers, she undid his fly and gripped him. Bent forward and nearly begged as she used his big cock like a dildo, sliding over her ass, down to her pussy where his finger was still inside, over the back of his hand…
He groaned and kicked her legs apart, making her more accessible. He moved them a quarter turn. "Look at us," he commanded.
Lost in sensation, it was a moment before she could manage to open her eyes.
He looked like a warrior bent on plundering.
But she was no maiden sacrifice. While her glance skipped over the dark hand covering her right breast, and the long, hard cock gripped in her hand, she bent forward even more, and clasped her free hand over the one he was using to cover her mound.
And painted the big ruby head of his dick over her asshole, nudging him against the puckered hole.
"Wait. You're still tight. I don't want you hurt." Removing the hand on her breast, he placed his fingers over hers on his shaft, and plunged inside her pussy.
Without ever removing his finger.
She came on the spot, bathing his finger and his cock with her juices.
"Good girl," he murmured, rotating his hips and thrusting a few times for good measure.
She came again. "Sam—I don't— I want—"
He chuckled, but there was more than a little strain in his voice. "I know, babe," he soothed. His nostrils flared as he forced himself to leave her warmth.
Holy shit, but this woman made him crazy. He wanted to come inside her pussy right now, then fuck her ass after—
But he'd come damn close to blowing this, to pushing her too far, too fast.
And he was in no way done with her.
Far from it.
So though her wet, snug warmth called to him like a haven, he forced himself to draw out of her—
More than a little tantalized by the feel of his own finger in counterpoint as it scraped along his length.
"Wait here—" He made himself leave her, though she uttered a small whimper. He left the room in a rush and found his way to her kitchen, knowing he didn't dare leave her for long. Where the hell was anything in here?
Butter. He made his way to the refrigerator and found what he sought, taking long strides to return to her.
She was standing straight and backing away, already returning to sanity.
He made himself smile and held up the stick of creamy yellow. "Insurance," he said. "Gotta take care of that sweet behind of yours." He kept his voice light. "Come here, Dani."
She hesitated, so he reeled her in. Took the open end of the butter and painted it down her chest and circled one breast.
She let go a sigh.
"Yeah…just gotta warm it up for you." He glanced at the mirror again, and her gaze followed. "Turn around, sweetheart."
When she didn't move, he positioned her himself, then pinched off a sizable chunk of the butter and began rubbing it between his hands, smearing it over the fingers and palms. Then he clasped her breasts in his greasy hands and swirled his fingers over her, plucking her nipples before painting his way down her belly. He took his time getting them both back to the magic.
At last, Dani writhed against him. Closed her eyes and moaned.
"Still want me in that sweet ass?" he murmured into her ear.
She didn't speak but rubbed her bottom against his groin.
His hands tightened on her hips. "Bend over, babe," he cajoled her, massaging the smooth white globes, unable to resist thrusting his dick between them. "You want to grease me up?"
She cast a sideways glance at him, then held out a hand for the butter. She turned halfway and, gaze never leaving his, nipped off a segment and began melting it in her hands.
Then it was she who painted his body, pausing to rub her own glistening
flesh against the front of him.
And it was he who groaned. "Shit, you make me insane," he told her.
She smiled as she took his aching cock in her hand and coated it with butter, stroke after stroke until he was ready to throw her on the floor and have her however he could get inside her.
But somehow he managed to hang on, grasping for the last of the butter and heating it, then capturing her hands and turning her back to him. He knelt before her and spent long moments stroking her bottom and painting her puckered hole until it gleamed.
Then he stood. "You do it." He made himself hold back. "You put me in there."
Her hips gyrated, and she licked those concubine lips of hers. Clearly she liked the suggestion.
And he liked making her hot.
Her slender fingers wrapped around his dick, and he wanted to come right there and then.
Hold on.
He ground his jaw.
Hold on hold on hold on
…
The ultra sensitive head of his dick felt the puckered edges of her hole. She gripped him tightly and circled it around and around…
He squeezed his eyes shut. Wondered if he was going to have to resort to multiplication tables to last while she explored. Dani Martin was the most curious creature. An adventuress who was surprisingly innocent of some parts of the sexual universe.
But always willing to learn. Always ready to play.
She pressed him against that tight hole, then whimpered when it didn't go in "Sam?"
"Here," he offered, and pressed his thumb to the rim and circling slowly.
Her hips undulated in response.
He slipped his thumb inside.
Her back arched. "Oh." Her eyes were wide and dark as midnight. He reinserted a finger into her pussy and rotated it. She responded with a quick inner clasp, so he slid a second finger inside. "Oh!" she repeated and swirled her tongue over her lips.
He slid his thumb past the knuckle. Rotated inside the impossibly tight, soft tissues.
She rocked her ass back against him while her pussy clasped his fingers.
He let his thumb glide over the thin wall, rubbing against his fingers as his dick had grazed over Carlos's cock before, with only that soft membrane separating their flesh.
Dani groaned. Closed her eyes.
"Watch me," he ordered. "Watch us."
God. He was going to come all over her ass if he didn't get inside quickly. He pushed the head of his dick against the sweet hole and gently shoved against his thumb.
A noise erupted from her, half moan, half cry.
"Watch." He withdrew his thumb at the same moment he slid the head of his dick inside.