What She Craves (25 page)

“Oh no, we definitely don't want that.” I gave him a mischievous smile as I stretched out on the floor. David yanked off his remaining clothes and dropped down next to me. He pulled off my sandals and lifted my skirt. I spread my legs for him, wet and ready, but he made me wait. He gently stroked my pussy through my panties.

“David…how did you know how much I love that? My pussy is dripping.”

He smiled, slid a finger under the elastic and deep inside me. “My God, you are so wet…” He stripped off my panties and spread my lips. “And your clit is so swollen…” He started licking and sucking; I felt the deep throb of a building orgasm. I came hard, harder than I ever had before. As I lay there gasping David slowly stroked his cock and stared at my pussy. When I had recovered enough he knelt between my knees and thrust hard into me. I whimpered. He began to pump slowly, then faster as I gyrated beneath him. I screamed as I came again, digging my nails into his shoulders. He suddenly pulled his cock out, groaned my name and spurted hot cum all over my breasts.

We lay there for a few minutes, trying to slow our ragged breathing and racing hearts. “God, Gillian,” he said, “I knew sex would be good with you, but I had no idea…”

“That I was such a lusty wench?”

He laughed. “Lusty wenches are my favorite kind of woman. Seriously, you're amazing.”

I stretched happily. “You're pretty amazing yourself. Are you going to get hard again?”

“You bet I am.”

“Good. I'm going to take a quick shower, and then I'll be ready for another ride.”

I emerged from the shower a few minutes later with a soft Egyptian cotton towel wrapped around my body. David was waiting for me in the dressing room, sitting on the leather chair and stroking his hard cock. Without a word I dropped the towel and straddled his leg. I began to rock slowly, rubbing my clit against his thigh as he massaged my breasts. His leg became slippery with my juice. He slid his index finger in and out of my mouth, then parted my cheeks and gently slipped it into my ass. I stiffened for a moment in surprise—I'd never experienced this before—but I soon relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. I rode his thigh harder, excited by the dual pleasure of the friction against my clit and the finger in my ass.

“I was hot for you the moment I saw you…even hotter when I caught you staring at my crotch,” he murmured.

I stopped riding his thigh, feeling mortified. “That was an accident, I swear it! I felt suddenly shy so I dropped my eyes and ended up looking at…that part of you. I was hoping you hadn't noticed.”

He laughed. “A likely story.”

“But I did want to have sex with right from the start. Somehow I knew you'd be great in bed. When you touched me and kissed me you made me so wet…”

“God, you excite me so much.” He licked and nibbled my nipples as I rocked faster.

“Oh David,” I whispered. “I have so many fantasies…”

“I know, darling,” he whispered back. “And I want to make them all come true.”

 

We made love two more times that night. Happily aching and sated, I slept deeply in his antique four poster bed. When I woke up late the next morning, I was stunned and disappointed to find myself alone. “David?” I called tentatively.

He entered the bedroom from the dressing room. He was buttoning a crisp white dress shirt. “Good morning, Gillian,” he said briskly. “I hope you slept well. Unfortunately I have to run because I'm late for a meeting. There's coffee in the kitchen if you want some…” He looked away from me, intent on inserting gold cufflinks in his cuffs.

I wasn't going to allow him to get away so easily. “That's too bad, David,” I sighed. “Because I'm feeling incredibly horny this morning.”

I flung back the bedspread to reveal my hard nipples. David stopped fidgeting with the cufflinks and stared.

“I guess I'll just have to masturbate. And I'd much rather have your hard cock.” I slowly spread my legs and then my pussy lips. I gently rubbed my clit with a finger.

“Gillian, I really have to go—” His voice was hesitant.

I looked at the growing bulge in his pants. “But you don't want to,” I whispered as I slid two fingers inside my pussy.

“Oh God.” He dropped the cufflinks.

I felt triumphant.